White City Murder Expo

After the rain stopped, Hunter got dressed and said he was going to the hardware store to do some shopping and let me watch over his dog, preferably with some milk.In other words, milk doesn’t cost money?

After he was gone, the big dog looked distraught, always clinging to my feet, and when I looked down at him, he sneezed, poor thing.Oh well.

The lamb was very rude, it drank the milk all over the place, like a child.I had to wash the rag to mop the floor and the more I thought about it the more ridiculous it was.

In a small town, every gust of wind carries a secret, like the kid who got his head smashed by a basketball and came home early to find his mother lying on the floor with a strange man lying on top of her.Then the little fool screamed and everyone heard about his mother.

How do I know Butcher won't suddenly come back today?

Thinking of this, cold sweat broke out instantly, maybe he will kill me too.

Just when I was upset, I suddenly heard the sound of the door unlocked.I was so scared that I jumped up from the sofa, hurriedly picked up the jacket left by Hunter from the ground, put it in my arms, and didn’t know where to hide it; the lamb also heard the movement, raised his head and sniffed around, Suddenly he got up, ran towards the door, and soon wagged his tail to welcome someone in.

"What are you doing?"

Hunter came in with a dusty toolbox, and pointed suspiciously at the clothes I was holding.Seeing it was him, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.But if he doesn't come, I don't need to worry at all.

I took the toolbox from him and stuffed his coat into his arms: "Thank you, let's go."

He frowned, looked down at me for a while, and said nothing.

Seriously, I hate the way he looks at people.I don't know how tall Hunter is, but I'm five foot eight, at least not short, and there's absolutely no need for him to look down on me like that.

"Oh, well," he said, throwing his clothes on the couch, and retaking the toolbox from me, patting my buttocks, "Can you still climb the chair, Uncle Sedus ?”

"what?"

I thought for a while before I turned the corner. Before I could get angry, Hunter blinked and stuffed the wine bottle that had been opened before into my hand, and I had no choice but to catch it first.Then he pushed me onto the couch.

Since I sleep on the sofa a lot, I have a good buy and once I get on it, I don't really want to move it.But dignity requires me to struggle at least a little longer.At this time, Hunter said: "Just thank you for giving me a place to hide from the rain."

"And trousers and towels," I said.

All right.For the sake of his diligence, okay.After all, sitting is always comfortable.Sitting comfortably on the sofa like this, I gradually realized something was wrong.What does it mean to thank me for giving him a place to hide from the rain?what about me?What did he do to me?I wanted to get him off the stool right away and explain it clearly, and I was a little worried that he would say some crazy things like you and us again, so I decided to forget it.

Hunter stripped off his shirt and got to work.It's just patching a window, I don't see any need to undress, is he showing me?The tight body of the young man certainly caught my eye constantly.I was fidgeting and wanted to go away, but I had nowhere to go, so I had to stay here and watch him rattle here and there, and quickly fix the loose window frame.

He grabbed the four frame of the window and shook it, patted the ashes on his hands, then turned to me and asked, "It's all right. What do you think?"

The rain outside the window stopped.I think maybe the sun is too dazzling, otherwise, I wouldn't be able to look at him, and I dare not look at him.

"What's the matter, hello, what's the matter with you?" he said.

Hunter pulled me up, pulled me into his arms, and randomly pecked at my ears and neck.I saw the trees lining the road, very green, as if they were about to flow down.

"Have we ever kissed?" he asked suddenly.

"No. Is it necessary?"

"Yes." He said firmly, lowered his head and pecked at the corner of my mouth, and I didn't have time to avoid it.

Then he stayed at home for a while before leaving with the dog.I stood at the door and watched him go out, passing by the rose bushes that were as red as a heart, his hair showed a metallic color in the sun, and seemed to be burning at any time.

Hunter, my neighbor, I found that I really hated him. Just passing by my eyes made my heart feel uncomfortable.I always remember this scene afterwards, a man with orange-red hair like a fox passed by the grass...

"dad."

A call brought me back to reality.

I turned my head and saw Butcher, who arrived home not long ago, lightly kicked the painting next to the coffee table with his toes: "What is this?"

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The update will be suspended from tomorrow. If I think about it, the reason why TAT put the last update today is because today is my 18th birthday. XD I have become an adult