The villain's love literacy

After all the guests had left, Sylvia sat on the seat alone and stared at the fireplace in a daze.

If you exclude the fact that there were two murderers in the past, then Duwang Town is the most warm and peaceful place she lived in for a short time. It is a peaceful town, lively and innocent high school students, weird aliens, and arrogant. If there is no Yoshikage Kira, it should be a very livable town, right?

It's a pity that she can only stay in Naples, and even if she goes to Moruo Town, she can only stay for a while.

She remembered that she had promised Mr. Joseph "I will definitely go back and have a look", but she herself didn't know when it was.Japan is a must go, except for Morioh Town, she has not visited Ms. Zhushi yet, and if you count it, Yoya Ubuyashiki and the former pillars have also taken good care of her, and Nakahara Chuya...

Sylvia sighed, seeing that apart from those people who were chasing after her closely, she also owed a lot of debts.

But no matter what, the first thing to face is the dinner that has been fixed for this Saturday. Harold insists on inviting Ghost Mai Tsuji to eat at home. She can't understand it no matter how she thinks. What about the rest?For example, Katz... and so on, will you turn around and fall in love with a new one?

Everything was going well until Friday night, except Kaz brought Estis and Wamuu to visit her a few more times and no one else bothered, Sylvia was decorating the new apartment, Kaz helped A lot of work, putting up new wallpapers or cleaning dead spots or something... Anyway, the ultimate creature is really easy to use, in every way.

While washing the dishes after a simple solo dinner, Sylvia suddenly felt something blowing from her feet.Looking down the thigh, it turned out to be a rose petal.After rinsing off the foam on my hands, I squatted down and picked up the petals and touched them. It seemed to be real, and the fluffy touch would make the flower juice come out when I pinched it.

But she hasn't had time to grow flowers in this apartment... Besides, where is the wind coming from?

Putting down what she was doing for the time being, Sylvia turned around and walked towards the bedroom. Before entering the room, she saw rose petals scattered on the ground. The more she walked in, the more rose petals were piled on the white sheets at the end.

Among so many people I know, only one person likes roses so much.

The window was open, and the thin white gauze curtain fluttered gently with the night breeze. She looked around, but did not see the blond man.

To be honest, if it is an ordinary woman who lives alone, I am afraid that I will scream in fright when the first rose blows to her ankles. This is not the first floor. Knowing this height is no way to embarrass a vampire.

He probably came in from the outside, and the water was too loud when washing the dishes, and she didn't pay attention to the movement in the room at all.

Sighing, not wanting to play hide-and-seek with that man anymore, Sylvia surrendered and said, "Okay, Dio, I know it's you, come out."

There was no response, and after waiting quietly for a while, she knew that he must ask her to find him.There is no study in the opposite of the bedroom, so only the balcony leading from the living room to the outside has not been checked.Sylvia has a good habit. After dark, all the windows except the kitchen have to close the curtains. At this time, she has to open the curtains again.

As the moonlight slanted onto the floor of the living room, the figure of the blond man also appeared in front of her. Dio was lazily lying on the railing and looking out. After hearing the sound, he turned around and leaned on the railing to look at her.

In an instant, she seemed to be back in Egypt, back to the alley where she first met Dio. The man was like a demon full of charm, with white and shiny skin, full pale lips, and honey-colored eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. prey.

Sylvia felt that her will was too weak. Dio is indeed a beautiful man, comparable to Kaz. The more evil he is, the more fascinating he is. No wonder so many women would rather be sucked dry Blood also wanted to spend the night with him.

Bad men always had a special charm that the decent people she had met couldn't give them.

Especially when their "badness" is not applied to her, but treats her quite well, to the extent that even one man can't do it, it will make her unstable heart begin to shake.

Guiwu Tsuji Wumi is a heinous ghost king. He has saved her more than once since he met her and lied to her to conceal his identity.Katz, who wants to conquer everything in the world and become a perfect creature, has always been with her who is sick and weak, and even thought of turning her into the same existence.

And dio... At that time he forcibly took her away from Kakyoin.But in the end she still had a relationship with him, except that she accidentally came to dio in a time-space disorder and felt sympathy for him when she was young, she didn't know that he was Jotaro's enemy, and she agreed under the temptation of his own charm .

In fact, it is not so cold-blooded to say that it is only because of the attraction of appearance, she has indeed developed feelings for Dio, no matter whether it is true love or not, it is real and existed.Sylvia opened the glass door of the balcony calmly on the surface, feeling that she was old—once a person gets old, he will miss more of the past.

"Long time no see, Sissy." The blond man said slowly to him in a drawn out voice, raising his chin, "When we met last time, you seemed to be very cold to me."

"After all, so many things happened in between." She said lightly, letting Kai Lu go back and continue washing the dishes. "It's so late, what's the matter?"

Dio walked to her side, his tall body immediately blocked all the moonlight, he raised his eyebrows with some dissatisfaction, and stretched out his hand to press Sylvia's wrist: "Dare to ignore this Dio like this, you are not small, woman."

"I am not what I was back then, Dio." The woman pushed her claws away, and shook off the water drops at will when washing off the foam. Just like her quiet personality, the Requiem of Resurrection appeared silently in the Beside her, "Or let your 'world' come out for comparison?"

The vampire coughed, and withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened. This woman was really getting more and more arrogant, but he still had nothing to do with her.

"Hmph, if you want to see this dio's stand-in, you can just say so." Finding a step for himself, dio folded his arms.

Sylvia shook her head helplessly, took the washed dishes in one hand, and pushed the man away against the man's abdominal muscles with the other: "Okay, don't get in the way here."

He watched her put the dishes on the draining rack, and looked at this very living apartment.And in Egypt at that time... there was nothing in his room but a four-poster bed, a carpet, a whole wall of old books, and curtains thick enough to block the sunlight from entering the room, Only very occasionally would a candle be lit on the bedside table.

Born in the slums of London at that time, it is natural that the family is desolate.

The more people lack something in childhood, the more they want to make up for it when they grow up.This apartment, which is not too big in his eyes, is full of the atmosphere of life and femininity, which he has never been able to have. He knows that he wants it but has never expressed such a wish.

In the beginning, women were his mothers in his eyes, and his mother was a good person, but she married such scum.After leaving the bottom of the sea, women are food and occasionally the carrier of desire, until he met Sylvia.

Only she was different, and he made it clear that even today, even now, he still wanted her.

No matter who else she's been with.

"Take your roses away." Sylvia sighed softly. She is a vampire who is hundreds of years old, and she still likes to play such childish tricks.

Or is it because he is a vampire that he loves things like roses and red wine that flow like blood?

"I heard." Dio rarely followed the blonde woman's footsteps, and still stood there looking at Sylvia's back. Her hair was also golden, but it was much lighter than his own. "At that time , I..., you didn't make it through in the end."

Sylvia's footsteps stopped, and memories flooded up like a tide. She didn't look back, her eyes calmly looked forward, staring at a certain point in the void, and her voice was very soft: "...What do you want to say?"

"You said 'you want to see me one last time,'" the vampire said in a calm tone, telling a story that had nothing to do with him as if he were outside the matter, only the clenched fist concealed by the circled arm revealed his true self. "They say you're 'leaning on me as if you're asleep' until the first rays of the sun shine on the earth."

Then they all turned to soot.Sylvia silently added this sentence in her heart.

"Why, did Jotaro tell you? I didn't know he would be the one to say that." Finally, I wanted to take a look at dio or something. Only Jotaro knew about it, but he was actually so honest. Tell your enemy, this blond vampire, everything that happened back then?

"I have already let you go, I told you that if no one picks you up at the hotel at dawn, you can leave and live your own life." Dio avoided that question and walked towards Sylvia step by step, " Why did you come back in the end, huh?"

The blond woman gasped as if she was sobbing.

When the tall man stuck behind her, with his cold hands on his shoulders, Sylvia trembled all over, but she didn't shake him off like she did at first.The hand slowly slid down the arm, touched the smooth forearm and forearm, and finally found her hand below to hold it.

Dio whispered in her ear again in that coaxing tone: "Admit it, Sissy, you love me, or at least, you loved me."

Vampires never talk about love, and he doesn't feel like admitting his ridiculous "love" for Sylvia. If someone mentions this word in front of him, she will only get a snorting answer.

But once loved by this woman... No one can let go again. How could she let her slip away so easily when the beautiful things he had once appeared in front of him again?