[Demon Slayer: Blade] The fiancé is always incompetent and furious

At the end of midsummer, the humming of cicadas is faint.

The residual heat in the air has not yet dissipated, and the crushed ice in the glass bowl has melted into a vast ocean. I am sitting on the window sill with a silver spoon in my mouth, the wind blowing in is as soft as yarn, and the evening sky is as beautiful as a dream.

I thought that Mr. Junguo had already gone to work, and the clock beside the desk was pointing to [-]:[-] in the evening. I was lazily planning to lie down for a while, when I looked up, I suddenly saw him standing by the window sill, and I was so frightened that I dropped the spoon. down.

"...Sir, don't you need to go to work?"

He doesn't like the name Mr. Jun Guo very much recently, which makes me very embarrassed-how can someone not like his own name?

But what Mr. Jun Guo doesn’t like is just not liking. He doesn’t need a reason, and he doesn’t know how to explain it to others. Apart from changing his words according to his mood, I have nothing to do.

Mr. Jun Guo did not respond to me immediately.

He was wearing a well-made suit, and he obviously planned to go out, but it seemed that some invisible force overturned his decision at the last moment, and he turned back along the way.

After being stared at by him for a while, I got up and sat up straight after realizing it.

Mr. Jun Guo didn’t say that I can’t rest on the window sill, but he always looks perfect and personable, and his gestures are old aristocratic and elegant. It’s hard to imagine that he doesn’t care about etiquette and upbringing.

Although... it may be too late to start noticing now.

Guiltily, I recalled the stairs I slid, the sofa I lay on, and the trees I climbed. On the surface, I pretended to be thinking seriously, and finally realized: "Did you drop something?"

"No." He replied briefly.

"Then why..."

"I don't have a job today." Mr. Jun Guo paused and sat down beside me.He was already taller than me, and the windowsill was narrower, so I had to move inside to make room for him.

Mr. Jun Guo looked at me fixedly, and said in a natural tone: "I don't need to work today."

"..."

Oh that's awesome, should I praise him?

Mr. Jun Guo has been behaving strangely lately, and I think I'm getting used to it.

I asked him nicely, "Then what are you going to do tonight?"

Mr. Jun Guo seemed to be overwhelmed by my question. He came back to his senses, a look of annoyance flashed in his eyes, and he said in a firm tone, "You don't want me to stay with you?"

The answer was not what I expected, nor was it what he expected.

So he seemed even angrier.

"Yes." I said quickly, "I am willing."

His complexion got better now, not as cold as before.

I thought my reaction was really witty. I wanted to pat the seat next to me to invite him to sit over, but he was already sitting there, so I withdrew my hand, thought for a while, and pointed to the scenery outside the window: "Today's sunset is beautiful."

The afterglow of the sun has already sunk, Mr. Jun Guo will not be sunburned even if he sits by the window, this may be the time of day when he can get closest to the sky.

Mr. Jun Guo responded casually.

He noticed that I was looking at him, paused for a while, and added a little less perfunctorily: "It's okay."

Then he leaned down and kissed me on the cheek.

After a kiss, he seemed to feel that it wasn't enough, so he raised his hand and clasped the back of my neck, leaning over to come closer again, I hurriedly pressed his shoulder.

"The ledge, sir," I reminded him, "this is the ledge."

There was no one in the courtyard at this time, but if a servant passed by downstairs, he would be able to see the scenery on the window sill by looking up.

Mr. Jun Guo didn't seem to mind at all.

He put his arms around my waist, and when he wanted to deepen the kiss, I bit him, directly on his chin.Instead of getting angry, he seemed a little happy, as if he didn't expect me to respond to him, and when he came back to his senses, he pressed me tightly into his arms.

He was wearing a suit, the crisp fabric and hard buttons made me uncomfortable, so I reached out and scratched his back.

"Sir..." The voice of protest was suppressed by him, Mr. Jun Guo stroked my hair, his pale and cold fingers passed through the fallen hair, and held the back of my limp neck.

He ended his suffocating long kiss on the corner of my lips, and then, like a snake looking for its prey, he entangled me again persistently and irresistibly.

Pale face, bright red pupils——Mr. Jun Guo does look a bit like a snake.

I remember thinking very objectively.

...Mr. Jun Guo sometimes really doesn't care about things like etiquette and education.

Mr. Jun Guo is not willing to go to work recently. I was a little worried at first, but later I discovered the benefits of this matter.

"Pneumonia."

Mr. Jun Guo lowered his eyes slightly, and read out the word drawn by my fingertips: "This means pneumonia."

I nodded, took notes, moved my fingertips sideways, and clicked next to another unfamiliar English word: "Infection?"

"Infection." Mr. Jun Guo's voice was nice, elegant and deep.If he is willing to show enough patience, as he is doing now, he may be a good teacher.

I memorized the pronunciation and meaning of these words one by one.

"You haven't read that anatomy book recently?" Mr. Jun Guo glanced at the cover of the book, raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was an expression of arrogance and playfulness on his handsome face.

The tip of the pen paused slightly, and I realized that I had paused for a long time, but fortunately, the bell rang in the middle of the night and rescued me in time.

I breathed a sigh of relief calmly, closed the book calmly, and put it on the bedside table.

"Can we continue tomorrow?"

Mr. Jun Guo is very knowledgeable, and I can't find anyone else to teach me.

"If you want to learn."

Mr. Jun Guo put aside the work documents that he hadn't read much.

After turning off the bedside lamp, the dark night enveloped.

There was the sound of fabric rustling, and the mattress behind him collapsed slightly. Mr. Jun Guo leaned over, his chest against my back, and his arms around my waist.

"Good night." He hugged me and whispered.

Mr. Junguo has a low body temperature, which is fine in summer, but what should I do in winter?

I sighed.

"Good night, sir."

……

When I saw the spidery moonlight, I realized that I woke up early again.

But this time was different, my heart was pounding in my chest, and the feeling of hurting my ribs still remained in reality. I took a breath, and my body trembled unconsciously.

"Ascension day?"

There was a dim light in the dark room, and Mr. Jun Guo turned on the bedside lamp on his side, and grabbed my arm firmly before I fell.

"Where are you going?" was his first sentence.

I turned to look at him.

He narrowed the look in his eyes and asked me gently: "What happened?"

I avoid his gaze.

The faint light piled up into small puddles in the darkness, I watched my blurred shadow reflected in it, and calmly replied: "...I seem to be having a nightmare."

Mr. Jun Guo seemed to pause.

"What did you dream about?"

He unconsciously squeezed his fingers together, and it hurt me a little from his grasp.

"What kind of dream is it?"

"I do not remember."

After answering this way, Mr. Jun Guo suddenly relaxed slightly.

"If it's something bad, don't think about it." He said slowly, "It's just a dream."

What Mr. Jun Guo said is not without reason.

I tried to fall asleep again, and when I opened my eyes again, the sunlight coming in through the cracks in the curtains was already bright at noon.

I feel like time has gone through as long as two nights.

Mr. Junguo sat on the side of the bed where the sun couldn’t shine and looked at me, as if he hadn’t slept. I suddenly realized that his reaction last night was too calm and quick, unlike someone who just woke up from sleep, it would take at least a few seconds Confirm your own position in reality.

But how could someone not need sleep, I shook my head, temporarily hiding this thought in my heart.

"Are you awake?" Mr. Jun Guo asked knowingly.

He still looked the same as usual, with a black suit vest over his neatly ironed shirt. When he looked down at me slightly, his curly black hair fell to his cheeks, looking as delicate and elegant as the person in the painting.

I closed my eyes and responded with a reply.

He seemed to want to ask something, but the last thing that came to his mouth turned into a thoughtful one: "Are you hungry? I have someone prepare some food you like."

I put on a coat and walked down the carpeted stairs barefoot.Steaming meals are already set on the dining table in the hall, and late summer flowers are blooming in the vases, the colors are brilliant and beautiful, so beautiful that they will break at the touch of a finger.

After the Meiji Restoration, society embraced Westernization, from the political system to daily food and clothing.

Mr. Jun Guo is very picky about clothes, but he treats all food equally.Whether it's Western food or traditional Japanese food, his expression never changes when eating, as if he is eating for the sake of eating, and it doesn't make any difference to him whether the food he eats is delicious or unpalatable.

I looked at the food in front of me, and it was indeed what I liked.

To be more precise, there are some foods that I enjoyed eating not so long ago.

Mr. Jun Guo kept looking at me, I picked up the chopsticks, tasted the lighter vegetables, and slowly started to eat.

I am more used to traditional Japanese food than trendy Western food.

Today's saury is grilled just right, served with lemon juice and pepper, exuding a tempting aroma.

But I can't speak.

Although it was lucky that the lunch was not a bloody steak, but looking at the saury on the plate, I froze for a long time, but I couldn't force myself to eat that piece of fish.

To deal with saury, remove the gills and viscera, cut open the belly of the fish with a knife, and pull out the bitter viscera with your hands.

I put down my chopsticks and ran back to the second floor as if fleeing.Almost as soon as I closed the door, there was a knock on the door.

"Ascension day?"

Mr. Jun Guo stood outside the door.

I sat down against the back of the door, pretending not to hear Mr. Junguo's voice, and hugged my knees.

The sun fell on the wooden floor, and I looked out of the window along the light. The scenery outside seemed to be out of my mind. The only thing I could think of was the sound of teeth tearing flesh and gnawing bones.

That was the voice I heard in my dream.

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