My monsters are going to heaven

"I'll help you next time." Kimporo's hoarse voice was soft like well-boiled warm wine.

Lu Yiming's ears burned as if they had been blown up, he picked up the crutch by the bedside and hit the front with all his strength.

He was firmly stopped by a force halfway.

Kimporo snatched the stick effortlessly and threw it aside.

Slowly climbed his throat with one hand, and said indifferently: "Don't think that I will obediently let you beat me every time."

Lu Yiming didn't struggle, and simply sat there slumped against the bedside table, raising his eyebrows: "You should use a little strength, just this strength, it won't hurt me."

As expected, the hand on the throat increased its strength and slowly wrapped around his neck, but it didn't make him feel any pain, it just lifted his chin up slightly.

A faint sigh rose in the air.

Lu Yiming was slightly taken aback.

"fool."

Kimporo sneered again in a magnetic voice.

Lu Yiming snorted and grinned back: "Then you are a stupid dog."

The other side smiled: "You promised me?"

"Promise you what?" Lu Yiming pretended to be stupid.

——As long as you want, I am your dog.

In fact, he remembered this sentence clearly.

But he felt that the brain circuits of the two people were never on the same plane, so they couldn't communicate at all.

He had planned to give up normal communication with this person—no, this animal—for a long time.

Kim Poro pinched his chin, and changed the subject leisurely: "Make a contract with me, or you will regret it."

"What exactly do you mean by signing a contract?" Lu Yiming asked.

Is it the same thing as the book demon?

"If you agree, I will tell you naturally."

... Tsk, here we go again.

It's like this every time, and I can't get a fart with three hundred sticks.

Every word he said was roundabout like this, wasting his candor.

Lu Yiming became a little impatient: "Then let me regret it."

The hand and its warmth disappeared from the throat.

There was another silence on the other side.

Lu Yiming thought for a while, and finally couldn't help pouring out the words that had been suppressed in his throat for many days: "I, don't like you..."

——You don't have to pester me all day.

Cough cough, don't talk about transvestites and monsters, there should still be some way of reconciling yin and yang in this world...

What does it sound like for a male monster to be in heat with a big man instead of looking for other female monsters?

——Even if you look down on those female monsters, I still want to marry the girl I like who is also human.

The door was suddenly pushed open from the outside vigorously.

Sister Chen broke in and yelled angrily: "Master! Did you drink the wine in the storage room!"

Lu Yiming was startled, and said with a smile: "Isn't it just a little wine, what's wrong with drinking?"

"You forgot that your eyes are injured now. Doctor Li told you not to drink alcohol! You..." Sister Chen came in and scolded him for a long time.

Lu Yiming turned over and got under the quilt, and said lazily: "I know, I know. You all get out, I'm sleepy."

"...You guys? It's just you and me here, where did you come from? Are you stupid?" Sister Chen scolded again.

Only then did Lu Yiming realize that the people around him had disappeared at some point.

……Um?Ran?

When did you run?

Did you hear what I said?

There was an unspeakable unhappiness in my heart.

Lu Yiming didn't respond to Sister Chen's words, but acted like a fool and started snoring.

Sister Chen couldn't laugh or cry, scolded him a few words, put the tub on its wheels, and pushed it out.

The sound of the door being closed sounded, and Lu Yiming turned over and sat up again.

The unhappiness in my heart accumulated more, as if it was about to burst out of my chest.

It was impossible to sleep at all.

He groped to get out of the bed, one knee kicked on the floor looking for the cane that he had just thrown in some corner.

The cane didn't touch it, but it touched a small oblate hard object on the ground.

Squeeze it, the body of the thing is cold and smooth, with a snap button on the side.

With a single press, its lid pops open automatically.

Tick, tick, tick.

The sound of the clock ticking was unusually clear in the quiet room.

His fingers unconsciously stroked the slightly sunken line of characters imprinted on the surface.

-

This is the silver watch Kimporo gave him.

The last time he forced it back, Kim Poro refused to take it back, so he secretly stuffed it into the pocket of the clothes Sister Chen had just washed for Kim Poro while no one was looking.

Somehow it landed here again.

The tip of Lu Yiming's thumb slid across the line of words, as if missing something.

It was as if someone had quietly cut a hole in his heart with an invisible knife, and a lot of melancholy and loneliness leaked out of that hole like quicksand, mixed with inexplicable emotions.

County Hospital.

Tuk tuk, tuk tuk.

Just as Wen Yuan lay down, there was another knock on the door.

His slender eyebrows twitched slightly: This Zhao Donglai, isn't it over yet?How many times has it been repeated.

Sit up, press the light switch beside the bed, and suppress your displeasure and say, "Come in."

The door opened and closed again.

The person who came took off his black top hat and stood in a small shadow by the door.

"What's the matter? What else is missing?" Wen Yuan rubbed the Jingming acupoint next to the base of his nose with his index finger and thumb, and asked.

The man seemed to smile: "Inspector Wen, long time no see."

Wen Yuan's movements stopped.

This voice is warm and pleasant, like the breeze blowing by the bamboo forest, completely different from Zhao Donglai's clear and clear voice.

Not hearing his response, Lu Yiming became more and more anxious, and was about to repeat, but felt a warm breath on his nose.

Stepping back a little, the heat quickly moved to the ears.

"Bastard! How dare you lie to me!"

A low laugh that could not help but swayed leisurely into Lu Yiming's ears.

"How about lying to you?"

"Come here." Hearing the laughter from the opposite side, Lu Yiming suppressed his anger and called softly.

If you don't fight for three days, go to the house to uncover the tiles.

He wanted to call someone over and give him a good shave.

His tone of voice was as light as sorghum wine mixed with [-]% water, making it hard to hear his emotions.

Lu Yiming didn't know what his expression was, but when he thought of the condescending sneer he usually carried, Lu Yiming seemed to be caught in the heart by a bird, almost exploded with rage, and was extremely embarrassed.

"Bastard, why didn't you say anything just now?!"

Lu Yiming's teeth were itchy.

I have lived for 23 years, and I have never been so ashamed, especially when I was provoked like this.

"……No."

Lu Yiming threw away his hand and waved directly at the lampstand. The tip of his little finger was slightly burned by the heat from the flames above the lampstand.

Thinking of what I was holding on to when I climbed out of the tub and almost fell... so it was like an arm or something.

Sure enough, the person next to him gave a faint "oh".

Clearly knowing that he is..., but deliberately standing silently by the side, it is simply...shameless!

Lu Yiming thought of something, and hurriedly asked: "...you, have you lit the lamp?"

Maybe it can be remedied.

The person next to him remained silent.

If you don't speak, it's intentional.

"...you were here all the time?!" Seeing that Kim Poro didn't reply, Lu Yiming squeezed the wrist of that hand even harder, his voice slightly hoarse because of extreme embarrassment.

Isn't that... what, everything...? !

Lu Yiming's scalp tingled.