Do you think I care about you? [Western Fantasy]

Murphy's body twitched in the chaos, which instantly woke him up from his slumber.

He opened his eyes, it was the familiar black, his tense body relaxed softly, and the warm heat around him made him feel relieved.

He was still a little confused, but this kind of warmth made him feel so comfortable that he didn't want to move, he didn't even want to think about where it was, he just wanted to continue falling asleep so comfortably.

"woke up?"

Murphy raised his head in surprise when he heard the man's deep voice.

He seemed to have broken free from some kind of restraint. It was warm and comfortable inside, but the temperature outside was suddenly cold. Murphy shrank back subconsciously as he recalled bad memories.

After the rustling noise, it became quiet again.

"Master Cecil?"

His muffled voice came from his chest, Cecil touched the top of his hair, rested his cheeks with fiery palms, lifted a corner of the robe, and let him poke his head out: "Don't be stuffy. "

Murphy, who was somewhat reluctant, was dazedly pulled by his palm, and shivered when he felt the cold, and soon the cold outside also disappeared.

No one spoke, and everything was silent.

Murphy's whole body was weak, and he had no strength for a while. He leaned on something, tilted his head little by little, and seemed to be falling asleep again.

Cecil, who was about to say something, sighed, and only leaned back a little, so that he could lean more comfortably, so as not to wake up uncomfortable.

Murphy, who was sinking deeper and deeper into his sleep, was about to lose consciousness, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind, which instantly made him lose all his troubles - where is he lying now?

His legs and feet moved according to Murphy's thoughts, and there was something hot and solid under his body, and there was a bit of toughness, so that he would not feel uncomfortable lying on it.

But Murphy really couldn't guess where he was at the moment, full of doubts, he tentatively stretched his feet and groped.

The hem of the tightly covered robe was lifted, and a white foot protruded from the inside, with small toes and exquisite joints. It was tentatively touched a few times in mid-air and then quietly retracted.

Cecil looked at this scene, his eyes darkened.

After returning in vain, Murphy opened his mouth slightly, not knowing what he was thinking, and suddenly reached out his hand to feel for it after a while.

The slender and tender fingertips touched Cecil's arm and went all the way down. At this moment, he didn't seem to realize what it was, until he caught Cecil's finger, and then he made a small ah sound suddenly.

He asked in confusion, "Master Cecil?"

For some reason, Cecil swallowed, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.There was a hoarse voice in the throat.

"I'm here."

Murphy smiled, and leaned back with some peace of mind. It turned out that the God of Light was always by his side. Thinking of this, he was quite relieved.

He was lying quite comfortably, but he felt uncomfortable under his buttocks. He didn't feel this way when he first woke up, but it became more and more obvious now.

Murphy blinked again, and suddenly froze.

Just now, the voice of the God of Light seemed to be ringing in his ears, and with the wrist he was holding at the moment, Murphy suddenly realized what kind of posture they were in at the moment.

Murphy: "..."

He was leaning against the God of Light's chest, and the whole body was sitting on his lap. The God of Light was tall and had long hands and feet. Murphy's legs were so close to his knees that they couldn't even touch the ground.

The most important thing is that whether it is him or the God of Light, both of them seem to be naked, and they are still tightly attached to each other, squeezed into a small space, or wearing the same coat.

Murphy, who suddenly decoded what was holding him, expressed a little panic. He didn't feel sleepy at all, and he was sober that he couldn't wake up again.

Excuse me, as the Holy Son, what should I do if I suddenly come into close contact with the God of Light?What should I do if I was hit by the XX of the God of Light?Should I be crying or laughing now?

……

No one could answer him, and a strange idea even flashed in Murphy's mind belatedly—it turns out that the God of Light also has XX...

Murphy: "..." No, wait a minute, what am I thinking?

He couldn't control his body and became more and more tense. He thought about pulling away from the God of Light immediately, but when he thought about breaking free now, he would stand naked in front of the God of Light and be seen naked by him. Such a scene Even just thinking about it doesn't seem like it will be any better than it is now.

Cecil looked down at him. His little holy son might have sensed their overly intimate gesture now. The hand that was holding him had been quietly withdrawn, and he curled up slightly, his shoulders and neck were stained with ambiguity. of red.

He was afraid and didn't dare to move, he lowered his head in an attempt to hide himself, his timid and shy little son.

Cecil sighed helplessly, supported his back with one hand, and his legs with the other, and hugged him directly. Murphy, who suddenly flew into the air, let out an exclamation.

Cecil stood barefoot on the icy round platform, carefully gathered up the jet-black robe that had fallen to the floor, and let Murphy step on it.

Even though the surrounding chill had already been dispelled by Cecil, Murphy still shivered when he escaped from the warm and narrow space, and approached him uncontrollably.

Cecil frowned, and stretched out his hand to take Murphy's robe that had fallen on the edge of the central platform. As soon as he took it, he dissipated the coldness on it, and covered it with heat, and it became soft and warm in an instant. Only then did he get dressed for Murphy.

He couldn't see at all, and he probably couldn't tell the front and back of the pile of white robes. It would be faster for Cecil to do it directly, so as not to...

Cecil looked at Murphy's almost flushed chest, looked away unnaturally, stretched out his hand to close the skirt for him, and tied the belt, covering up all the attractive scenery.

Murphy moved his toes unnaturally. The situation looked weird at the moment: "Master Cecil, I'll do it myself."

He wanted to take the clothes, but when Cecil said "raise your hand", he obediently did so, resigned to his fate and let Cecil dictate.

The more he wrapped himself up, the less nervous Murphy felt, and the embarrassment just now gradually disappeared. Didn't the God of Light take it seriously?Murphy naturally didn't think about it any more.

"All right."

Putting on Murphy together with the shoes and socks, Cecil stood up, held Murphy under the armpit and sent Murphy to the round platform, groped to the familiar edge, Cecil looked at his suddenly relaxed expression, and felt relieved. Some weird emptiness.

He looked at the little holy son standing under the stage who was as holy as before, and then looked down at the black robe at his feet. put on the body.

This time, because he was thinking about something, Murphy didn't sit on the round platform again, he just put the cushion on the side, and knelt on it to be as quiet as a chicken.

After a long time, he heard the movement of the God of Light. He sat cross-legged beside him, and Murphy subconsciously held his breath.

Cecil saw Murphy's nervousness, but this time he didn't reach out to stroke his hair, and only asked softly, "Now, does your body still hurt?"

Although his voice was low, it was a little hoarse. Murphy remembered the way he spoke behind his back before, and the vibration in his chest was transmitted to his body, making him tremble inexplicably.

After finally calming down, his mood was agitated again, and Murphy coughed dryly twice: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Even now, when Murphy recalled what happened at that time, he was so drowsy that he didn't even have a sense of consciousness. He felt that the pain seemed to tear his body apart, and the turbulent power swelled under his seemingly fragile skin. It might break through his body and rush out at any time.

The pain was mixed with the cold that almost froze him, and Murphy, who was still able to bear it, couldn't help crying.

With this kind of performance, Murphy felt somewhat ashamed of himself, but it hurt at that time, but it doesn't hurt now. After he woke up, if the pain in his memory was not still there, he would have thought that nothing had happened.

Compared to this, what made him more embarrassed was the strange relationship between him and the God of Light.

Murphy regarded the God of Light as the last resort for his own survival, so he almost followed the words of the God of Light as the rule of thumb for everything. As long as he could break his deadlock, he had no opinion on what to do.

He only heard a general idea about the media, but Murphy knew that there was always a price to pay for what he wanted.

Since I want to restore the strength of the God of Light, and I can help him, it's okay to suffer a little bit.

It's just that he rushed into the Holy Land with that kind of uncontrollable sadness, and he felt a little ashamed when he thought of that embarrassment now, but when he opened his eyes, he hugged the God of Light?

This kind of situation... It's like sleeping well, and waking up to find yourself rolling on the same bed with your good brother, which is even more weird.

It's just that as far as he can feel the state of the God of Light, the icy coldness on his body seems to have been completely resolved, and the body has recovered its heat, which should have been a great recovery.

He wanted to ask about the situation, but he heard the guilty voice of the God of Light.

"Sorry, Murphy."

"You didn't need to suffer such pain, but I misunderstood what you meant. I thought that the church would use this method to speed up the speed of recovery when they knew that I had awakened."

"It's my fault for making you suffer so much."

Murphy raised his head in a daze, and then listened to the other party's explanation in a daze.

Murphy: "..."

The more he repeated what the God of Light said, the more intense the pain in Murphy's memory.

Thinking about what he said at that time, "We are all going to die", he didn't give a reason after talking for a long time. Even now, Murphy couldn't answer him.

Because there are some things that he can't reveal.

So the meaning of the God of Light is that he does not need to use this method to recover, but the time is slower, but his own words made him misunderstand, and he has a sense of crisis, thinking that the crisis of death is coming, so he made this decision , Let him be the mediator.

Murphy's heart was dripping with pain, did he ask for the overwhelming pain?

But soon, Murphy didn't think it was a bad thing.

The faster the God of Light recovers, the greater his chances of surviving. In addition, he has also discovered his own changes now. The power in his body is more pure and huge than before entering the Holy Land. benefited from.

Cecil didn't get an answer from Murphy, thinking that he had some grudges against him.

Cecil felt a little sour in his heart. It was because he was too sloppy and chose a method that hurt Murphy so much without knowing anything. It not only caused him great pain, but also ruined his path.

Even though Murphy didn't know exactly what happened to him during these ten days, Cecil was ready to be resented.

It's just that he didn't expect that when soft fingers touched his hand, Murphy leaned his face against his palm, and Cecil heard his soft and gentle voice: "As long as it can help Mrs. Cecil, this What is the price?"

Cecil's back was stiff, and it took him a while to touch his eyes. The guilt in his heart became more and more intense. Driven by this strong emotion, he made a decision.

Murphy, I will change all that.

As for the heart of the obedient Murphy with his eyes closed...

Hey, another wave of favorability!

The author has something to say: This chapter is 3000, and I will make up the rest later, either at six o'clock or after get off work, because I was dragged away to study because of Googoo...

Then read the comments, you all seem to think that this is abuse, it’s okay, if it’s abuse, it’s over OTZ

This matter is actually due to the different scripts. Both of them were at fault for this result, so I think it's okay.Xiao Hei has a problem, but I don’t know if you have noticed his biggest problem. He actually doesn’t care about Murphy that much now. He mostly has a playful mentality. After all, what he wants to do most when it comes to danger is to save his own life. , That's why he ignored Feifei's pain and directly let him be the mediator.But it is also when this kind of thing happens that he will realize his own problem, and then he will want to make up for it.

I see that you want to chase after your wife's crematorium, there will be no crematorium, but his pain will not be less than Feifei's, it will only be more, maybe it is a sneaky pursuit?

Actually the main problem is that I don't know how to write crematoriums...

As for the black eyes, one person with black eyes is enough hehehe

I read all the comments, but I don’t have time to reply, I will reply when I come back from studying (つД`)