drunk snow

California clear light sometimes wakes up at night.

When he woke up for no reason, a trace of fear would slowly crawl up his back like a bug.

Bang bang, bang bang.He could hear the sound of his heart beating violently, and the gradually accelerating beating sound came out of his chest, lingering in his ears for a long time.At the same time, noises that emerged from nowhere ran through his mind, disturbing him unbearably.

He knew very well what he had to face next.

So he was so nervous that his limbs were stiff, and he couldn't stop his body from trembling without authorization, and cold sweat dripped quietly down his cheeks.

California Kiyomitsu has panic attacks.

His panic attacks would always occur unexpectedly in his sleep, ranging from a little anxiety to severe physical and mental suffering.

It was difficult to breathe as if the throat was being choked, and even trying to inhale was in vain.

Qing Guang clutched the quilt tightly, and let out a muffled moan between his teeth. It seemed that there was a hot air roaring under his skin, and his whole body was full of burning sensation, as if the tongue of fire was licking his cheeks and body.

His neck began to ache, and the pain drove him almost mad, and his mind was spinning in chaos, as if he was on the verge of death.

to be broken.

It's going to be broken again.

Ah, someone help me!

──Help me.

Kiyomitsu scratched the floor desperately, trying to relieve the pain.The straw core wrapped in the tatami was scuffed by bright red nails.

Suddenly, without warning, the panic attacks went away again.

He collapsed on the bed and panted heavily, sucking air to restore his head to normal, stroking the shallow scars on his neck with slightly painful fingertips.A dizzying sense of distortion filled the mind.

He got through again, but he felt no joy.

I don't know when the next time will come.

Will he really die by then?

Qing Guang no longer had the energy to ponder this annoying question.

He closed his eyes.In the dimness, it seems to hear a slight sobbing sound from the next room.

It has been about two weeks since the God Judge came to this Honmaru.

Their protagonist has white skin like porcelain, a man as beautiful as a work of art.He was always dressed in white, and this pure white kimono matched his short moon-white hair very well.

He often sits next to the plum tree and smokes a thin pipe. The smoke and his slight smile make him look like an elegant and refined fairy.

Qingguang felt that although the lord had a good face, he was a person with a weird personality.

He often sits in the forging room to observe how the swordsmith makes knives, and once rolled up his sleeves to forge the knives himself.

After the swords returned from battle, he would examine the injuries one by one, and insist on healing everyone himself.

He would also go into the stables and take the job of being on the sword watch.

The reason is because he is "idle and fine".

Such a god judge seems to be a little different from ordinary people.Even hard work is not a bad thing.

The protagonist sits alone in the room to read the accounts and write out the team list, and he will smoke his pipe desperately. He is also used to closing the paper doors, so he always makes the whole room smoky.In the end, Qingguang had to sit in the room to supervise him, and he was not allowed to smoke so much.

"The pipe is the sustenance of my soul."

He smiled and said softly.

Qingguang thinks that only the four words "clouds are light and wind is light" can perfectly interpret that ethereal smile.

The lord suddenly called him into the room yesterday.

I don't know what it is.Qing Guang sat opposite the low table, thinking, while watching the smoke floating around the examiner.

After exhaling the last puff of cigarette, the lord finally put down the pipe, with a smile in his eyes.

"Can you give me your lips?"

Qingguang tried his best to confirm whether he heard it wrong, but the piercing eyes of the examiner seemed to tell that this was not a joke.

"My lord, all of me belong to you."

"No, you belong to yourself. It is cruel to ask a living body with blood and tears and self-awareness to be exclusive to you. Even if you are the so-called ghost spirits."

He tapped lightly on the table with the tinder in front of the pipe.

Qing Guang didn't know whether the knocking sound meant anything, so he remained silent.

"What's more, it is inevitable to get injured in battle. If you dedicate yourself to me, getting injured is destroying my body."

"So, just one part is enough."

The appraiser crossed the table and leaned towards him slowly, his slightly loose collar drooped due to gravity, and he could see his snow-white chest, which was unbearably beautiful.Their lord was indeed a rare beauty.

When Qing Guang managed to look away, the icy and delicate fingertips of the God Judge had already touched his cheek.

"Will you give me your lips?"

He asked again, with an erratic voice that was as seductive as a spell.

"Yes, I would."

California Qingguang felt as if he was possessed by ghosts.

He couldn't believe that the lord actually kissed his lips softly, even though the facts were firmly in front of him.The inquisitor's kiss was soft and powerful, and a faint smell of tobacco slipped into the tip of his tongue through the gap between his teeth.

The god judge narrowed his vermilion crescent eyes and stared at him.

"Please remember, these lips belong to me from now on. From now on, other places can be injured, but no injuries are allowed here. This is our agreement. I want it to last forever."

His beautiful lord smiled lightly.

The bright moon is up tonight.

Because the paper door was closed, even with the lights on, the room was still a bit dark.

Qingguang combed the frizzy hair with his index finger, only to find that the nail polish had faded due to last night's struggle.He opened his palms, and the light shone on his cheeks through the five fingers.Anxiety seemed to be waiting in the wings, and he couldn't help clenching his teeth.

At this time, the door of his room was suddenly pulled open slightly.

His lord appeared outside the door in white clothes with the moonlight on his back, like a fairy strolling from the moon palace.With the usual inscrutable smile, the lord stepped into his bedroom.

"My lord—are you here to peep at my cute face when I'm sleeping?"

"Don't worry, I'll be fair and square. I guess there's room for me here?"

The judge smiled slightly, and responded to his joke with an unexpected answer.

"Uh, my lord?"

"I'm free, I'm here to bother you."

Under Kiyomitsu's jaw-dropping gaze, he took off his foot bag and kimono jacket, leaving only a thin undergarment, and then got into the bed of California Kiyomitsu, covered with a quilt, as if preparing to go to bed.

Qingguang was still dumbfounded until the lord called him.

"Sleep, Kiyoko."

He had no choice but to crawl into the bed obediently and let the lord hug him, which made him feel at a loss.The protagonist was about the same height as him, even smaller, but he stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around him.

Qingguang heard his heartbeat as steady as a smile, and the smell of tobacco was on his neckline.The protagonist seems to be used to taking a puff of cigarettes before going to bed.

"Sometimes, I can hear you struggling."

Qing Guang was startled suddenly.

The interrogator's room is next door, separated by a thin wall, maybe he can really hear all his movements.

Someone was listening as he sank into the abyss of hell.It turns out that when you are in pain, no one knows.

"My lord, my lord...I..."

Probably because he felt ashamed, he couldn't help but bury his face in the wide sleeves, his head muttering in confusion.

"I'm here, so sleep. Be good."

The appraiser lightly rubbed his long hair with his fingertips, and swirled his hair with a bit of hot breath. The gentleness overwhelmed him, and the gentle and quiet whispers slipped into his ears, as if a pair of hands were caressing his deep Hide the scars in my heart.

Qing Guang felt a warmth filling his eyes, and he quickly wiped it away with his hand.

"...My lord, do you love me?"

"If you love me."

If I love you—if he loves this person with all his heart, will he receive the same amount of love?

He didn't understand why the lord would choose such a way to try to alleviate his pain, after all, even Qing Guang himself didn't know exactly what kind of nightmare was bothering him.Fear of breaking the knife, being ignored, losing the owner...or all of the above.

Maybe the protagonist has the ability to see through everything.He guessed so.

In any case, such love seemed a bit extravagant to him, but he was not satisfied with it.

Before California Qingguang fell into a deep sleep, he suddenly remembered that he didn't hear that slight cry tonight.

The author has something to say:

I heard that in Jinjiang this day is even more basic manners.I decided to be a bad boy with bad manners, because my writing hands are not strong at all. (weep)

But I was afraid that everyone would run away, so I posted the manuscript.Everyone, please stay and drink tea_(:з」∠)_