Moonlight on the Bay of Naples

There are dark clouds tonight, blocking the moonlight.

The nationwide famine six months ago made animal fat and turpentine rare.

Even though Norlin's attic is surrounded by middle-class families, few are willing to light a lamp.In the thick darkness, he sighed, his mind was full of the colorful phantoms of the palace when the lights were just coming on.

He was alone, under the plane tree in the front yard.The young man has not returned yet, and the gatekeeper does not know where he has gone.

Nuo Lin has reduced the frequency of going out as much as possible these days.

I heard from the youth that their new king somehow strengthened the supervision of the city.As soon as night fell, the Imperial Guards dispatched to search for the remnants of the old party.

The church bell struck twelve.The cold air at night spread up his calves, and Norin shivered, thinking of going back to the house.

From the direction of the bushes came a bright yellow light.Norin hid behind a tree, squinted his eyes carefully under the cover of branches and leaves.

The sudden light made him shed physical tears.

The visitor was tall and thin, holding a kerosene lamp, walking towards him step by step. "Don't hide, you demon among demons, evil is invisible in my eyes."

Noreen remained silent.

Until the man trampled down the row of dwarf roses, went straight to the back of the plane tree, grabbed Norin's blond hair and roughly pressed him against the tree trunk.He cursed in a low voice: "Bitch."

"It's you." Norin was forced to look up, and blinked a few times to drain the tears in his eyes.

If there was anything Norlin regretted, it was drunk winking at the cardinal across half the crowd.He didn't know it was a bishop, he just thought it was an ordinary dignitary.It wasn't until the bishop impatiently hugged him and kissed him in the alley that Nolin discovered the truth from the cross pendant around his neck.

It doesn't matter if there is one more guest or one less, but he is not bored enough to taste the taste of hell fire-his mother died at the stake for fooling around with the priest.When he went to ask for help, the pastor looked indifferent: if he dared to defile the clergy, he would be thrown into hell and burned to ashes.Norin remembered the woman's horrific and distorted howls before she died, and she believed in this sentence ever since.

From then on, the bishop was like a dog that hadn't eaten meat and was furious, lingering to dig out traces of his existence, follow him, and press him closely.

Tears were always crystal clear, gushing from his blue and soft eyes.The curly and thick golden eyelashes couldn't bear the weight of tears, so they shattered, leaving winding traces on the fair and translucent skin.

It is Lily of the Valley's dew and sorrow.

The bishop yanked Noreen's hair with the eagerness of an electric shock.

The next moment, he turned to strangle him by the neck, and the strength of his hand was even stronger. The bishop almost gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, bitch."

His whole body was burning with burning desire | fire, this desire and impulse all came from the master of his soft neck.Norlin's every move is like the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden, the poisonous snake in the center of hell, and it is fatal whether it is intentional or unintentional.

The bishop classified Norlin as an evil and illusory trial from hell, and if he could end Norlin's life, he would overcome this temptation.

But there was still a voice in his heart, thinking that he would always sleep with Nolin once, taste him, and then abandon him.Only in this way can it be said that the dirty desires have been truly washed away.

The devil is cunning.Noreen flirted with men, flirted with women, like flower petals, causing pollen everywhere.

But the only one who treats him as if away from him.

The bishop's voice was as hot as his desire: "Satisfy me, or I will report you."

"give me sometime."

Norin caught a glimpse of the strange shadow of the two of them being illuminated by the lamp from the corner of their eyes.

Really haunted.

The author has something to say:

While writing, a line of lyrics suddenly slipped out, which is quite appropriate.

Showing skills like petals, making pollen everywhere.

——"Kiss Everywhere"