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Felix did not refuse Cyril.He hugged the young man's neck and leaned closer.

No one spoke, asked questions, or expressed emotion, but just approached each other naturally, breathing intertwined, lips and tongues touching each other.Cyril unbuttoned Felix, slipped his fingers under the hem of his clothes, and fondled his cool skin.His tongue was pierced by Felix's fangs, the vampire gasped and moved his lips away, pinching his chin for a closer look, he leaned in again, licking his bloody tongue on his wet lower lip.

Felix had indeed lied to him.

Cyril thought to himself.

Who would allow a friend to do this to themselves?

The vague memory was like a white mist in his mind, interspersed with fragments of other people's life, the young man frowned in distress, his heart was eager, but he still stopped.

"My name is Cyril, isn't it?" he asked Felix.

The vampire held in his arms breathed disorderly, and when he heard his question, his brows furrowed in heroic spirit, he raised his eyes, and looked at him in puzzlement.

"I'm Cyril, but I don't have many memories of Cyril in my head. However, the others, Norton, Jacob, Melissa... I remember everything that happened to them when they were young, knowing that they secretly The people I love, I know the sorrow and pain they have experienced, know their life is smooth or unlucky...these are all in my mind, I have experienced countless people's sorrows and joys in my dream, and I have experienced countless people's lives. When I woke up, I couldn't tell who I was, whether I was a man or a woman, whether I was alive or dead."

Cyril stared at Felix with a sigh.

"I sometimes wonder who I really am, and whether Cyril is just a life in a dream. I believe you, Felix, I believe everything you say, which is unreasonable, but my heart That's what I told me, to believe you, no matter what you say or do, you must believe it unconditionally. I will believe what you say, even if it is a lie. "

Cyril was close at hand, almost inhumanly beautiful.Felix felt his breath and his voice, his body temperature and strength. He felt thirsty, but he didn't ignore the hint in the words.

Cyril suggests he lied.

But he didn't.

"I didn't lie to you."

Cyril blinked, frowned, lowered his head and kissed Felix's lips again.

"But who would do this to their friends?" He bowed his head and kissed Felix's neck as he spoke, his fingers clasped the other's waistband, their bodies were so close that they almost melted into each other's flesh and blood, "Who would allow a friend to do this to himself?" He noticed the change in Felix's body, and no longer had to worry about the vampire's heartbeat.He turned around and pressed Felix against the tree trunk, kissing and touching obsessively, Felix's panting was like the sound of the wind hiding in the branches, and he was surprised that he was so familiar with the other person's body.

A voice suddenly sounded in his head, it seemed to be a middle-aged man, asking him to trim his nails in a tone that was half evil and half indifferent.

He subconsciously looked at his hand.

Nails are neatly trimmed.

"Someone once asked me to trim my nails. Why?" He buried his head on Felix's neck and asked vaguely.

Felix, who was aroused by the touch, panted, heard Cyril's question, but did not answer it.

The answer is too long, stretching for more than ten years, maybe it will extend in the direction of eternity in the future.

He hugged Cyril's neck, bit his ear, and whispered, "Let me help you."

The sound of air blowing into his ears, Cyril sucked in his breath, and his body shook violently.Felix had already reached out his hand and pressed it against his thigh through the fabric.

The floating clouds covered the moon, and the garden suddenly became dark.Cyril was trapped in the shadows, hot like tumbling lava. He pressed Felix, only feeling that his chest was about to be pierced by the fervent commotion.

Felix lied.

Must have lied.

He groaned and pressed Felix to his neck again, grabbed his hair, and accused him of not telling the truth in a breathless breath.

Felix's hands were cold, but he was too hot, and his appearance was too unseemly. He blushed and wanted to dodge, afraid of burning Felix, and afraid of being despised by Felix.And the vampire curled up his fingers, as if holding all his desire.

He couldn't escape.

It also ended up staining the vampire's hands.

The clouds slowly moved away again, and the moonlight reappeared.They were still hiding under the tree, Cyril's face was covered with sweat, and when he pulled up the waistband of his trousers, his face was blushing like bleeding, trying to help Felix wipe his hands, just holding his wrist, he saw the liquid in his palm , only felt a heat on the back of the neck, shy and squirming.

"You lied to me." He hesitated until the end, but still said this pitiful accusation, holding Felix's hand for a while, let alone holding it.

"I didn't lie to you." Felix said the same thing.He also looks much better than Cyril, his face is also full of sweat, and the bright red color spreads from the corners of his eyes all the way to his cheeks, and even extends to the roots of his ears, "If I say the answer you want, then I lied to you." As he said that, he pulled away the hand that Cyril was holding him, and when the young man was frustrated by this, he held it in the palm of his hand again, and led him slowly back to the mansion.

"If you're not sleepy, I can tell you who I am, and I can tell you who you are." Felix said slowly, pulling Cyril up the stairs gently, "I'm a selfish People who are not only selfish, but also cowardly and despicable." He led Cyril into the room, wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and lit a candle.

He told Cyril his story, from his adoption by his adoptive mother to the ruin of his family, from Ayton to Hans, and the ancestor of the Muller family, his masters in the past, and finally his Missing.He once used his own blood to support the brothers Ayton and Finn, so Finn later retaliated against him in the same way. Finn believed that he had seduced Ayton and that he had killed Ayton.He always longs for and yearns for the life of human beings, and is always involuntarily attracted by human beings. Even though he knows that he can't do it, he still desperately puts out the fire, but his lover is always burned in the end.

"I was afraid that you would be like Ayton or Hans, so I never promised you anything. I even said something to hurt you, and I thought I was good to you."

However, this is not the case.

"I'm just afraid to face the departure of my lover again."

Layer by layer, he peeled off the skin he thought was kind, and what was left was ugly rotten flesh and dry bones.Even if he lived for 400 years, he was still the monster who only dared to secretly suck the blood of dead mice.He kept looking for the shadows of his adoptive parents, his family members, and his kind brother in human beings, but he couldn't find the huge gap between the races. He could only witness the tragic death of his loved ones in front of his eyes time and time again.

"I didn't lie to you. If you could treat me as a friend at that time, I would be very happy."

Felix, who was sitting at the table, finished what he wanted to say, and turned to look at Cyril, only to find that the young man had fallen asleep at some point.He froze for a moment, let out a low self-deprecating laugh, and walked over to help Cyril take off his shoes.

The sleeping Cyril dreamed again.

In the dream he was no longer Jack, or Sue, or anyone else, but Cyril Muller.

It's an amazing feeling.He relived his short life in a dream.

He experienced the disillusionment with his father, the attachment to Mary, the love for Felix from fear to resistance to dependence, and finally made him feel like hell.

It was already evening when I woke up, it was dark when I closed my eyes, and it was getting dark again when I opened my eyes.

He sat on the bed and carefully recalled the dream of last night. The strange thing was that he clearly saw his own life and remembered the details of the dream, but this was not the same as recalling the past.He couldn't explain clearly, and he didn't have the heart to distinguish seriously at the moment, so he hurried out of the room after putting on his shoes.Felix lived in the room opposite, with the door ajar, as if old habits had returned.He pushed open the door, and the vampire was still asleep, breathing peacefully.He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, tilting his head and staring at the sleeping vampire as he did when he was a child, and couldn't help but reach out and stroke his beautiful long hair.

Once again through the past, plus the story of Felix he didn't get through last night, he found himself in love with a selfish and timid monster.The monster is afraid of being hurt, so he does not hesitate to treat everyone around him cruelly, but the monster is greedy for the warmth of human beings, so he can't help but want to take care of a certain young human being, and wants to get some rewards from this human being, but he did not expect that young human being to grow up. But fell in love with the monster.

In fact, at the beginning, they all just wanted to get comfort from each other, even the slightest comfort is fine, as long as they don’t make themselves seem meaningless to live, and don’t let themselves lose the motivation to live, anyone can do anything. Can.

Sending books has crossed the line.

Later, the vampire took the risk of being eroded by the sun to send the poisoned human to a doctor, and later the vampire was willing to endure the pain of the backlash of the contract and let the human be free, all of which crossed the line.

None of them could keep their selfish and humble original intentions.

But think about it, it seems that vampires are more selfish.

But Cyril was no longer worried.

Not only because of Felix's performance last night, but also because he already has an eternity of time. If a human's lifetime is not enough to make a vampire repent of his selfishness, then he still has ten times or even a hundred times a thousand times more time to correct it. .Although a vampire is selfish and cowardly, he is soft-hearted. What he can't do in a year may take a hundred years to do.

There is still a lot of time, enough is enough.

Thinking of this, Cyril couldn't help but smile.

There was the sound of footsteps outside the door, first staying outside the door of the opposite room for a while, and then walking towards this side.The door opened, and Wei Ya poked half of her head in to look furtively, and she was relieved to see that Cyril was indeed here.It seems that what Mr. Long said is right, all the unusual side effects can only be weakened by the power of time.

"A walk before dinner." Seeing that Felix was still resting, she said to Cyril with her lips.The young man shook his head and pointed to Felix, apparently waiting for him to wake up.

Oh, and if there's nothing wrong between these two guys, she's willing to give away the new cure-all she's just developed to everyone in town!

Thinking about it, Wei Ya turned around and rolled her eyes in an unladylike manner.

The author has something to say: the last chapter will be released at 11 am tomorrow, and it will be a free chapter, little angels remember to watch it early! ! ! ! ! ! ! !It should be entering V in the afternoon!