The villain's love literacy

Sylvia "lived up" to get sick.

She refused to eat well, and she had no physical strength or resistance, so it was no wonder that she didn't get sick in the cold and damp basement.

When little Darby delivered the food again, she found that she was huddled on the bed, motionless. In the past, she would get up and ask where DIO was, but today she was unusually silent.

Mr. Housekeeper opened the metal cover, and the things he took down last time were barely touched, at most he ate a few vegetable leaves in the salad, and the meat was still intact on the plate, and the fat part had condensed as usual.

"Miss Sylvia, what's the matter with you?"

Realizing that something was wrong, Little Darby tentatively took a few steps forward. Master DIO did not allow them to have direct contact with her, so every time he came to this cell, he just finished his duties in silence and left immediately-but It should be his duty to report this woman's every move to Mr. Dio now.

no answer.

She covered herself in the quilt and turned her back to the outside of the cell, so little Darby had to pull up one corner of the quilt and gently pull it down a little.The woman's face was flushed, and she didn't know if she had been stuffed in the quilt for a long time, or something really went wrong.

Sylvia's eyes were closed tightly, and her breathing seemed a little short. There were beads of sweat on her forehead, but she still wrapped the quilt tightly around her body.

He immediately realized that she might be sick, and the temperature below was a bit cold even for him, let alone a woman in pajamas—Master DIO is a vampire, so he might not be able to perceive it more clearly. That's why this woman is allowed to stay here.

Everyone in the house knew she was different.

All the women who appeared here came here voluntarily, but Silvia was different. She was brought back by Mr. DIO himself, and he imprisoned him here.

When the blond man brought her back in a coma and ordered the underground cell to be prepared, he and Vanilla Ace couldn't help but stare at each other for a few seconds, wondering what the meaning of Mr. DIO's whim was.

And when the cell was not furnished, she stayed in Master Dio's own room, and no one knew what happened inside.

Obviously, they will not see this woman finally turned into a emptied skin—someone bet on how long it will take, but the result has not yet appeared, and it seems unlikely to him, that person is now Lost trouser pocket cleaner than face.

And they originally thought that Sylvia's disaster would start after the cell was built, but nothing expected has happened until now.

Granny Enya secretly told them that even Mr. Dio couldn't escape this level.

Once a man starts paying attention to a woman, and the woman doesn't respond, he will only get deeper and deeper.

"The hostess is about to appear", this kind of gossip did not know when it started to spread in this house.

How could Master DIO not know?But he didn't say anything.

Sylvia felt hot and cold for a while, and her back felt sore due to the excessive heat, and she was dizzy. If she sat up, she might fall down again due to the "weight" within a second.

This feeling is very strange.

It seems that I have not been sick for a long time—since I changed from a human to a ghost, and then to a pillar man, as a special creature, I have said goodbye to these diseases forever, and I have only lived in Moriwang Town for a few months , before the patient had time to get sick, the patient was gone.

She doesn't like to be sick, that kind of physical discomfort makes her willing to trade everything for a healthy body.

An unreasonable grievance suddenly made her start to burst into tears, which seeped into the pillow along the corners of her eyes, soaking a large area.

It's all DIO's fault.

I was traveling in Egypt well, but not only did he take her away and imprison her in a cold basement, he even did that to himself—they are still strangers now!

I can't say whether there is any anger towards herself in those tears, anyway, she blames DIO for everything now, if he comes to the cell next time, she will definitely not give him a good face again, and the rabbit will be in a hurry bite.

Half-dream and half-awake, Sylvia felt someone else's arm pierced her and hugged herself, but she couldn't open her eyes because of sleepiness, and could only feel a blur of gold.

Her head was resting on the opponent's chest muscles, and her upper arms were attached to part of the abdominal muscles. The place where the skin of the two touched was extremely cold.

That was DIO, except for him, no one else would have such a low temperature.

Realizing that this was the culprit that made her sick, Sylvia pushed hard on the other man's chest and wanted to leave his embrace—not to mention the weak hands when she was sick, even if she was normal, she might not be able to shake the man Every penny.

"Don't make trouble."

A pair of slightly cool lips pressed against her forehead to test the temperature, and then tightened her grip, and then there was a "squeak" sound when the iron door of the cell opened, and she could tell that it was DIO based on the vibration frequency of the two people's bodies. Carrying her upstairs.

There was no bed underneath, and Sylvia didn't dare to mess around, lest the man she couldn't touch would throw her down the stairs when he got angry.

Seeing the respectful attitude of others when they mentioned him, she guessed that DIO is not a very easy person to get along with.

Not long after, she was placed on another soft bed. This room felt much warmer, but now she was hot all over. Even though she knew it was not healthy for her body, she still wanted something to cool down.

But it seemed that only DIO's body was the coolest, and she immediately threw this strange thought out of her mind, thinking that she might have been burned out.

The moment the man put her down, she disappeared, and Sylvia rolled half a circle on the bed, looking at the interior decoration of the room.

It was very empty, and even the cell in the basement looked warmer than here. There was a mahogany cabinet beside the bed—a red wine glass with some liquid left on it, and a golden candlestick with three candles of the same style.

In addition, the wall directly opposite the bed was changed into a whole bookcase, which was filled with books whose titles could not be clearly seen. From a distance, they were all old tomes. I don’t know if he could really read them. Or just for decoration.

Different from the single bed she lived in these days, this four-poster bed was bigger than she imagined after she actually lay it on it. The height of about 160 and the distance above her head accounted for only a little more than half.

One side of the red curtains was scattered, and the other side was tied with the same color cloth and hung on the bedpost near the door. The thick dark red carpet was even larger than the entire bed.

The strangest thing is that there should be a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror in the place where the window should be, but fortunately, the light in the room is dim, so it is difficult to see the contents clearly.

Then the glass of red wine caught Sylvia's interest.

DIO should be a very picky person. She can tell from the taste. Although the Italians are not as fond of drinking red wine as the French, they also produce their own. Sylvia was an adult in her first life, and she can’t say too much in college. , But it is definitely not teetotal.

Even when she lived with Diablo, red wine was often a part of the dinner table. Diablo himself was very demanding and picky, and he had different red wines specifically for steak.

Apparently DIO is the same, and she also wants to drink a little bit. Although she is a little hot because of illness, she may get hotter after drinking, and may also feel dizzy because of her strength, but maybe it will be better if she sweats under the quilt?

So she didn't stick to the rim of the glass and drank the remaining half glass of red wine.

Even though she has had some closer contact with DIO, it doesn't prove their relationship, and she doesn't want to have indirect contact with other people for no reason, lest DIO will think too much after seeing it.

It wasn't until Sylvia fell asleep again that the blond man opened the door and entered.

He couldn't stay with her when she was awake.

Sylvia's influence on him was greater than he imagined.

In the past few years after leaving the bottom of the sea, it is not that he has never touched a woman, but those are just incidental to eating, and sometimes he is not even interested in it, just simply absorbing energy and combining his head with Jonathan's body faster.

The first time he went down to see her after bringing her back, he couldn't control himself.

Although he hadn't fully possessed her yet, he still saw her expression when she surrendered to him and indulged in desire - he had dreamed of seeing that face since he was young, and it was even more beautiful than he imagined at the time .

And just now, when her hotter-than-usual palm was pressed against his chest, he felt the desire to get her again.

He wanted to swallow her into his stomach, crush her into his own body, and let her be united with him forever.

What Sylvia possessed was more fatal to him than other women, the sweet smell of blood, which made him want to just insert his fingertips into the aorta of her neck.

But then he would lose her again, and she would be as empty as the other women who had come to him.

I don't know how long he stood at the door, but finally DIO returned to his bed, lying on his side next to Sylvia, looking at the black-haired woman who seemed to be leaning on his arms with his arms outstretched.

As if feeling the coolness on his body, she unconsciously moved towards him, and put her arms around him in her sleep—as if she was voluntarily embracing him.

If Sylvia offered to extend her hands to him, how could he refuse?But in order not to disturb her sleep, he couldn't respond.

It would be great if she could be as well-behaved as she is now when she is sober. Her character is more troublesome than he remembered, especially since she still "doesn't know" him.

But after a while, Sylvia put her legs on DIO's body too much, and her whole body was like an octopus, trying to absorb more coolness, and rubbing against his chest from time to time.

The blond man stiffened.

Now DIO began to feel that even in his own room, he could not wear a shirt at will - but the black tights didn't seem to be of much use, and it might not be a good habit.

After all, the situation is different now, there is still a woman he cares about lying beside him.

And this woman didn't have any self-consciousness, and used him as a humanoid pillow to cool down.