stay away from that sick girl

You look at Mr. Killer in front of you.

He also looked back at you with black eyes.

His eyes were dark and deep, looking at them for a long time, there was a magical feeling of being sucked into them, but when he opened his mouth, this magical power disappeared.

"Did you understand? Hey, I know you won't listen to what I said. You suffered so much because you didn't listen to me. If you had listened to me earlier, you wouldn't be like this. "

Even when he said such long-winded words, his expression did not change at all, and he never even moved the corner of his mouth. This kind of wonderful words just came out of the mouth of a cold and expressionless young man, which made you feel The deep...contrast is cute.

Of course, this does not mean that you let go of your guard against him. You have not forgotten that he just killed someone skillfully and brutally in front of you.

Even if the purpose is to save you, the means are too drastic.The teacher is indeed wrong, but the crime does not deserve death.

You sighed in your heart, wondering why you should care about these morals and ethics in this twisted world.

You know, even if he kills someone today, the matter will be settled soon.

Because the person the teacher touches is you.

In the following time, Mr. Killer was busy, like an old woman, constantly wiping the blood that was just splashed on your body, and when he was cleaning the towel, he would also warmly make you a cup of I don’t know what The hot tea is prepared at the right time, so that you will not be bored.

you:……

It really felt like meeting my mother.

"By the way, take off your clothes quickly, and if you don't wash them, the blood spots won't be washed off later. Let me tell you," Mr. Killer turned his head to you while washing the towels, "Take off quickly, new I put my clothes in my schoolbag, you just need to change, hurry up and don’t catch a cold.”

You were originally very resistant to changing clothes in front of men - this is really not because you think too much, nor is it because you are narcissistic, but a self-help guide for living in this twisted world for more than ten years.

But Mr. Killer told you so, you feel very natural.

Because the subject of the sentence is different.

Other men, such as elder brother, such as bamboo horse, they tell you to take off your clothes, and the main body they care about is you.

As for Mr. Killer, it seems that he really cares about your blood-stained school uniform.

In fact, it doesn't matter if you don't wash it, there are so many school uniforms, just change to another one, but looking at Mr. Killer who is rubbing the towel in front of you with great interest, you really can't bear to pour such a basin of cold water on it.

While you were thinking, Mr. Killer finished washing the towels and came to your side.Noticing that you haven't taken off your school uniform yet, his dark eyes rolled, as if thinking of something.

"Oh, I see, yes, you finally grew up and know that you have to guard against stinky men, but I'm different from them, I'm not a stinky man, I'm chasing you upright, okay? I won't force you at all, you I don’t know how to undress, so you can take off your clothes casually, but it’s good to pay attention to this, don’t take off your clothes casually in front of others in the future.”

you:……

You find that half of your conversation with Mr. Killer is speechless.

You thought that Mr. Killer didn't mean that to you, but you didn't expect the other party to say the six words "I'm chasing you dignifiedly".But even if you say it, you don't feel anything—maybe there are too many abnormal people around you, and when you meet normal suitors who don't force you, you really don't feel anything.

You nodded to show that you heard him.

Mr. Assassin took out a mobile phone from his left pocket, and he put the mobile phone in front of you with a blank face, and his contact information was on it.

"Add me, I'm going to share a post about scrubbing laundry with you."

This time the words are rare and concise, but you can see the slightly red tips of his ears - presumably, the so-called sharing post is just an excuse.

You agreed to Mr. Killer's friend request and asked a question curiously.

"So, do you share a mobile phone with the other personality in your body?"

"How is it possible?" Mr. Killer rarely put on an expression on his face, this time there was obvious disgust, "We are two completely separate people, we just happen to live in the same body, the phone in the left pocket It’s mine, the phone in the right pocket is his, we use everything separately.”

He paused, and then added: "It's enough for you to add me, you don't need to add him."

You think to yourself, it is true that no more people can be added today.

Adding one friend a day is the normal frequency set by Zhuma. If you add more than two friends, it will be regarded as abnormal by him. As your playmate since childhood, he is qualified to check your Mobile phone, help you see if there is someone with malicious intentions.

Of course, you feel that this kind of statement is completely satisfying the selfish desires of bamboo horses.

Before you took off your school uniform, you saw Mr. Killer turning around attentively and covering your eyes with his hands, you couldn't help laughing softly.

You enjoy being alone with normal people.

When you took off your clothes and were about to change into the school uniform Mr. Assassin prepared for you, you suddenly found that Mr. Assassin, who had promised to hand you the clothes, was hugging the schoolbag tightly and huddled in a corner.

"Mr. Killer?" You tried to shout, but found that the other party was shaking even more.

You walk over and find that more than one ear is red now—Mr. Killer's whole body is red, and it looks like he's sick.

So shy...?

You tried to touch Mr. Killer's shoulder, but you were scared off by the other party's overly intense reaction.

He desperately turned his face to the corner, his body was shaking desperately, he looked as if he was very afraid of you, rather than simply shy.

At this moment, you finally noticed one thing—Mr. Killer's left pocket, which was originally empty, has now been refilled with a mobile phone, while his right pocket, empty, has been filled with air.

That's it, you suddenly realized.

It turned out that without knowing it, someone had changed.

The author says:

I don't know whether to call him little transparent or big pervert... (It's not so good!!!)

Recently, the word count requirement is high next door, this update is not stable, please bear with me.