The villain's love literacy

She stared into DIO's eyes and understood what the man meant.

He won't let himself go, and there is obviously some other reason for the lack of sunlight here. She doesn't know what it is yet. All places are lit by weak candles. Maybe all places in this house are illuminated. That's right.

The candle that was forced to be lit again flickered and danced again. Sylvia felt sleepy after being exhausted, and now she couldn't keep her eyes open.

She doesn't want to bother DIO anymore, it doesn't look like he has any intention of killing her, for now.

He pulled the quilt beside him and covered himself again——for some reason, he sweated lightly just now, and the coolness came back after he stopped moving, and the man was also very cold.

And DIO just looked at her without any other actions.

As a ghost and a pillar, she hated darkness because it was proof that she couldn't live in the sun.

But now I feel safe in the dark, as if I can completely separate myself from DIO through a thin layer of quilt, and that layer of soft cloth is an iron wall.

Soon Silvia closed her eyes, and her breathing became long.

Without knowing it, the blond man just sat by the bed and looked at her quietly.

She was still exactly the same as that time, even after sleeping on the bottom of the sea for so long, he would never forget her face.

But now she doesn't know him yet, and he is waiting on the other side of time. They have met again, but he is still waiting for the moment when they "meet".

The basement lost the last cluster of candlelight and became completely dark. There was only one vent in the corner rotating quietly, occasionally making the sound of blades rubbing, but there was no window.

As Dio said, the sun doesn't shine in this corner.

No longer able to judge the passage of time, he just sat silently in the dark and watched Sylvia fall asleep.

The vampire's good eyesight allowed him to see every detail of her even in this condition.The slender neck is so fragile that the "world" will break if you hold it lightly. A wrist is exposed from the white puff sleeve and placed on the quilt. He can't help but take her hand, the thumb is on the smooth back of the hand Rub it up.

Just as beautiful as he imagined when he was young.

It's so beautiful that it can't help but be destroyed and destroyed.

"I waited 100 years."

The man spoke softly, to himself, to the darkness, but Sylvia couldn't hear him at all.

When he felt that enough was enough—he actually forced himself to stop, lest he do something out of the ordinary again.

Now is not the time, good hunters have enough patience.

After a while, he held the woman's soft hand and put it back under the quilt. Just as he was about to get up, Sylvia seemed to feel hot in a dream, and took out her arm again.

Not only that, she stretched out one leg even more, straddled the outside, sandwiched the quilt between her legs and turned sideways.

Although he is a vampire, this temperature is nothing to him, but Sylvia is a fragile and useless human being.

The blond man sighed, and finally pulled out the quilt and covered her again.

The metal lid on the small round table has completely cooled down, and the moisture that condensed due to the heat of the food has disappeared.

The vampire's index finger and thumb pinched the black handle and opened a corner. The food inside remained unchanged, and the fat on the lamb chops turned white. It completely lost its appetite when it was the best flavor. Now it looks like a thick greasy feeling.

He put the lid down again, and the metal object knocked against the wooden round table but made no sound at all.

The man reached the other end of the railing in the blink of an eye as when he came, and the shadow flicked across the wall of the room from left to right, while he himself left the dungeon in the opposite direction.

When Sylvia opened her eyes again, the man was gone.

A new candle was placed on the candlestick by the bed, and it was about a quarter burned. She didn't know when it was replaced, and she didn't know how fast the candle burned, so she couldn't tell whether she was asleep. how long.

She woke up from the cold.

One arm and thigh were exposed, and the thin white pajamas had no effect on keeping out the cold. At this time, her skin was terribly cold, and she felt her throat was dry and sore, maybe it was too cold.

Simply DIO is not there.

This made Sylvia relieved, she still didn't know how to face him.

As if her brain had froze, she actually agreed—no, she accepted him to do that to her without any resistance, and now she herself couldn't figure out what was going on.

What exactly does she think about DIO?

What is his so-called "past" and "used to be"?

However, she had a premonition that she was about to know.