reversal impulse

Fu Heisher took a step forward, they were not far apart, this step directly made the two of them stick together.

The glass in the house did not move, and even after taking a hot bath, the temperature of the man in front of him was still a little higher than his own.

The man's hands stretched from his waist and began to grope backwards. His hands were very wide, and if they were fully spread out, they could almost cover half of Nitro's lower back.

"Hands up," he said.

Jia Ruzi did as he did, and Fu Heisher pulled up the tie of the bathrobe hanging from the back of his waist, wrapped it around the front, bowed his head and tied a knot in front of his waist.

Nitzi lowered his head, the water stains on the ends of his hair dripped from his collarbone along his neck, the smell of shower gel mixed with the smell of tobacco and blood, when the man with bare upper body took a step back, the smell faded a bit .

"I don't have sex with minors." Fu Heisher nodded his head as a gesture, "If you're hungry, order takeaway, and I'll take a shower."

Strictly speaking, this sentence is not a rejection. The bad thing is that it belongs to the ease of the elderly.

He didn't restrain his wild posture, but just smashed a piece of moral and legal principles and threw it in front of you.

So this can be regarded as a contemptuous remark, but even so, Jiarui Nizi accepted it calmly.

He stood there thoughtfully.

He will buy cigarettes by the way.When Fuheshier passed him, he thought, then he should rub his bag.

What Fuheshier didn't expect was that when he was taking a shower, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Part of the hot air from the bathroom escaped, and the house-warming gas came in.

He stood out of the reach of the shower, his toes curled up under the attack of the hot water, because his body and face were blocked by the mist, and Shi Er could only vaguely hear the indistinct sound of being crushed under the sound of water, he His mouth seemed to be opening and closing to say something.

"What?" Fu Heisher casually turned on the faucet behind him and asked, "What did you say?"

"I said, after you mentioned it, I found that I seem to be an adult."

"..."

"You tell me 'like'?" Fuheshier leaned against the bathroom wall, squinting at him, "I think you should know clearly that I have investigated your information?"

"That was before."

"..." Shi Er laughed angrily, it was the first time he had a taste of how far this 'before' could be, "and then?"

"After the magic circuit was activated, I found that apart from the memory of the five-year-old air crash, there was still a memory missing." Nitro raised his finger and pointed to his forehead, "This place has been empty for two years, just after I was persuaded by you to go home .”

"It's not persuasion." Shi Er said.

Nitro graciously changed his rhetoric: "Just after I was scolded by you and went home."

Fu Heisher still just lowered his eyes and asked: "And then?"

There was no other meaning in his tone, like an outsider listening to a story, simply waiting for the follow-up.

"I can't get back the memories of those two years." Nitro thought for a while, and added, "I probably won't be able to get back the memory recently."

He took two steps forward: "So I want to ask, do you still remember seeing me a few years ago?"

"Who would remember that kind of thing?" Fu Heshier asked again, "What's more, how do you prove that those two years did exist? At this stage, all the past you can find does not leave any gaps."

"That's my judgment."

After Jiarui Nitzi finished saying this, he abruptly took another two steps. At this distance, the steaming heat could no longer block the opponent's figure.Shier saw him undo the belt of the bathrobe that he had fastened with his own hands.

He held Fu Heisher's right hand and pulled it to the hip bone below his waist.

The young man's waist and abdomen were smooth and covered with a thin layer of muscle. When the man's calloused fingers brushed the skin, he subconsciously shuddered.

But that was just a pure physiological reflex, Nitro directly passed this reflex, and continued his teaching calmly.

"This is the anterior superior iliac spine."

The hand of Jia Ruozi should be a little smaller, and it should be firmly placed on the back of Shier's hand, guiding his index finger to press the highest point of the ilium wing, where there is a protrusion.

Nitro looked down at his body, he slid his heavy hands from the waist along the skin inward about three centimeters, and then pressed inward heavily.

"Further inwards, the iliac crest that cannot be touched on the body surface is the iliac crest. During the fourth stage of ossification of the iliac crest, people will no longer have significant growth—the bone age at 16 and 18 is different."

Fuheshier only glanced at the protruding joint at the first press, and then he kept watching Jiarui's expression that he couldn't see clearly because he lowered his head.

He judged the way his body looked like he was dealing with a corpse.Fuhesher suspected that if necessary, he would even take out a scalpel and cut open the inside with his own hands, just to prove it to him.

Serious doctors just want to prove that this is a fact.

No need.

He thought so, and said so.

"There is no need to prove it, as long as you say so, I can believe it."

"..." Nitro raised his head with a confused expression, "What do you mean?"

Fu Heisher wrapped his arms around his waist again, put on the bathrobe neatly for him, and fastened the belt meticulously.

Then he bent down and bit the young man's lower lip.

The temperature of the bathroom dropped without hot water. After the water vapor dissipated, it was a little cold, and the household nitrate subconsciously moved closer to the heat source.

Judging from the public level, this is actually not a kiss. No one's kiss would be so cruel with similar homomorphic revenge.

For Fuheshier, or for the family who is under the impulse of reversal, kissing is just a low-level metamorphosis of biting and predation.

It is the primal desire to kill Yingye that flows across the shoulder blades and back in the dull air.

The older man kneaded the delicate back of the neck of the person in front of him. Even though he was wrapped in a bathrobe, even if he was attached to a heat source, his body was still cool.

The brown-haired young man raised his head slightly. He seemed to like to show his teeth to chew on the uneven old scars. Only the same smell of shower gel remained in his breath, and he couldn't tell each other apart.

Then Jia Ruozi stopped, unknowingly, he had put his wrists on both sides of Fu Heisher's shoulders and neck, but it was neither a support nor a hug.

"I wanted to strangle you just now." Niatzi stared at his Adam's apple. There were many scars on Fu Heisher's body, but only the area around his neck was clean.

Sight is heavy, like a scalpel freshly stained with blood.The cold and sharp inside is wrapped in a limited amount of warm bright red, which is close to the texture with precision and restraint, but Fuheshier is indifferent to it.

He gave a short laugh: "It's okay now."

With his fingers resting lightly on his neck, he could easily feel the vibration of the vocal cords and the contraction of the muscles when the other party spoke.

It was the same when we kissed just now.

"That was just now, and now I don't think about it anymore." Jiarui Nitzi withdrew his hand, took a step back, raised his eyes and asked calmly, "How long do you have to finish washing? I ordered takeaway."

As soon as this sentence was finished, the doorbell rang.

Fu Heisher was still stuck to the cold bathroom wall, watching the housekeeper follow his example before, nodded to him as a gesture, then turned around with water stains, pushed open the door and left the bathroom.

After a long silence, Fu Heisher turned on the faucet again, and the shower spouted water again, but this time it was cold.

The doorbell keeps ringing. If this is really a delivery boy from a certain restaurant, he will definitely be complained by customers until he is fired.

As soon as the door opened a crack, voices came in through the crack.

"Glass~! Jie and I are here!" It was Gojo Satoru who was carrying two big bags of takeout.

These two people walked into the house without seeing anything, and the more hateful white-haired conjurer commented as he walked: "That's right, it's much better than the small apartment before!"

Xia Youjie brought a cake, it must be someone's idea.

He let them figure it out on their own, and went to the bedroom to change into a warmer set of clothes. When he came out again, there were already three people around the square table in the middle of the living room.

Gojo Satoru had met Fu Heisher before, so he probably told Xia Youjie about it as well.

"Is this the takeaway you ordered?" Shi Er leaned against the table and asked with his head tilted.

"Yes." Nitro walked to the empty side of the square table. He glanced at the long-lost combination of soba noodles and cakes on the table, and sat down. "There is another reason because I suddenly want to see the two of them."

The two people whose names were mentioned looked at each other and realized that something was wrong.

Jiarui Glass had no intention of explaining, since he had decided to separate the two students before, he would not inform them of the current situation now.He just wanted to see his friends, and the friends simply came to the appointment.

"It's over, Jie, I think Brother Ni is weird." Gojo Satoru obviously turned his body sideways and whispered, "Look at it again, it's still weird."

"Then don't look at it." Xia Youjie didn't have the habit of poking things open like Wujou. He took apart the disposable bamboo chopsticks and handed them to Wujou: "Eat first."

This dinner was exceptionally quiet, not like the atmosphere that a dinner party should have.Gojo Satoru could see the abnormality of the brown-haired youth through the sunglasses. The conjurer in Six Eyes was still stable in terms of spell power alone, but he was a little too excited.

That's right, Jiarui Nitzi is now picking up his face tepidly, but this is the most excited look Gojo Satoru has ever seen.

"Are you going back tonight? Or do you want to stay overnight?" Nitro asked as usual, "There is still one room vacant, but because the living room is very large, there is enough space for the mattress to be spread out."

"Then let's all sleep in the living room!" Gojo Satoru immediately got excited and suggested, "It's the same as the previous sleepover, I want to sleep on the far left!"

Co-stay...

Jia Ruozi remembered.

In fact, it was not a joint camp, it was a mission.It just seems that "window" made a little mistake and reported the level of the curse spirit by two levels.

As a result, the middle of the night, which should have been turbulent, was extremely calm, and the low-level curse spirit was exorcised the moment it appeared.

There was a sudden heavy rain outside, and the three people who didn't know each other very well gathered together. Gojo Satoru said that he wanted to cultivate the relationship with his classmates as if he was looking for trouble.

In the end, I don't know where the friction happened, Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie fought.When the two of them fought, they really had the posture of a super conjurer, but they didn't have a sense of proportion, and they didn't go that far.

Fights within the range of nitrous treatment at home can only be counted as friendly exchanges, Xia Youjie said so.

Nitrogen recalled Xia Youjie's expression when he said those words. He was obviously a law-abiding top student, but at that time he showed a little sign of ignoring the rules.

He is completely different from Gojo Satoru, yet they are subtly the same on some levels.

Then, the family entered the glass and "saw" again.

This time he saw his old classmates.

It was Xia Youjie in cassock, his hair was half tied up, his hands were folded in his cuffs, his eyes were flat and wide, staring at the gray tombstone in front of him.

Gojo Satoru, whose eyes were covered by a strange black eyepatch, was standing beside him, but he was still wearing the high school uniform, and he seemed to say something with his sideways face.

After listening to Nitro, what he said was: "How about killing them?"

This sentence caused Xia Youjie to bend his eyes slightly, he suddenly looked at Nitro, and asked, "What do you think, Nitro?"

No one answered, and no one urged, after a long time, Jia Ruozi heard his somewhat indifferent voice.

He said: "Fights and fights within the range of nitrous treatment at home can only be counted as friendly exchanges."

The two people who heard this were taken aback for a moment, Gojo Satoru couldn't stand up straight from the laughter at this sentence, which is very indecent, especially in front of an unknown tombstone.

"Then it's settled," said one of the accomplices.

It started to rain, and the color of the tombstone became darker due to the rain. Someone around him held up an umbrella for him.

Jia Ruozi squinted his eyes, and his vision was still a little blurry. In order to quickly relieve the pressure on the brain from the optic nerve, he pressed the palm of his hand on his forehead and rubbed it lightly twice.

Works a little bit.

Gojo Satoru frowned: "Glass?"

"Ah, I'm fine."

Xia Youjie glanced at the face of Jiarui Nitzi, and caught a glimpse of Fu Heisher putting down his chopsticks beside him.

"Wu and I will leave tomorrow." Xia You said softly, "We need to make sure you are really okay."

The meaning of this sentence was so strong that Fu Heisher also drew his attention.

He looked at the two conjurers who were still immature to him with some amusement, and thought, if he told Kong Shiyu what he had done, maybe he would receive a cheap certificate of commendation for his moral benchmark.

On the contrary, Jiarui Nizi stared at Xia Youjie for a long time, so long that the person concerned felt a little cramped.

He was wondering why this classmate would suddenly wear cassock in the future.

And whose gravestone it would be.

Fu Heisher covered his eyes with one hand, and said with a smile in his bewildered expression, "Don't look, he's not an adult either."

"..." Niatzi didn't expect that Shi Er would suddenly make a joke at this time, paused, and pushed his hand away, "I know."

Perhaps because the atmosphere was too weird, Gojo Satoru suddenly suggested, "Want to drink, Nitro?"

This is a proposal to push the weird atmosphere in an even weirder direction, especially since this sentence was uttered by Gotjo, who has always refused alcohol.

No one answered, so he assumed everyone acquiesced.Gojo Satoru didn't buy alcohol, but the rich young master only needed a phone call to complete this impromptu plan.

They really start drinking.

Alcohol is no different from tasted white water to Jiarui Glass. He knocked on the glass with his knuckles, looking at Wutiao with some disgust who started to faint after just a sip.

"Why does he drink?" Nitro asked Xia You, "Is it because he thinks I'm abnormal?"

This question blocked all possible answers. Xia Youjie never knew that a person who speaks out can be so lethal.

In the end, he sipped his wine and pushed the question back to Gojo Satoru, who was clearly confused.

"I don't know." He said, "Ask Wu."

"The house is full of nitrous." The drunkard whose name was called whispered, "You are so wild."

"..."

"I went to ask Noctua later, you are really wild... Diva came to ask me what happened to you, how should I answer, saying that you are dangerous but happy now, maybe a little obsessed?"

"..." Nitro actually picked up the words, "What about Miss Ming?"

"How did you know that she came to ask me too!" said the drunkard, "She said she couldn't reach you...you are looking for her again..."

Jia Ruozi interrupted him: "Okay, you're almost done, go to sleep."

Wujo Satoru almost slapped the table and asked if you looked down on my drinking capacity, but Xia Youjie pulled him back.

"He doesn't look down on your drinking capacity, he looks down on you."

He glanced at Nitro, who was holding a glass of wine without saying a word, and dragged away the cursing conjurer.

The wine bureau started sloppily and ended abruptly.

Nitro looked out the window, and the dark clouds in the sky that had already turned slightly dark began to gather. Sure enough, within half an hour, it began to rain outside.

It seemed that it would rain every night when we stayed with the two of them. Jiarui Yanzi drank the last glass of wine slowly, the rain drifted into the window, he seemed to be staring out of the window in a daze, and turned to the person next to him after a while, Said softly: "I'm a little cold."

***

The plane crashed without warning.

After a violent turbulence, the sound of an explosion came from the right, followed by the stumbling of the fuselage losing control and being hit by the airflow.

Jia Ruozi was held in his mother's arms, while his father kept saying "what I should know, what I should believe".

Nitro didn't understand the reason for their anxiety, so he asked, "Is there any difference?"

Is it any different from the picture he told his parents before boarding the plane?

But it was exactly the same, first it shook, then there was a "boom--", and then the father pried open the luggage rack. The flight attendant stumbled and tried to stop it, but the plane was so shaking that it took her just not to fall. A lot of strength.

His mother kissed his forehead, and he felt something cool dripping on his face. His mother said, "If it's true, it would be too unfortunate."

But she laughed again, "It would be nice if it was true."

Dangerous warning lights began to flash in the plane. Amidst the chaos and screams, Jia Ruzi was extraordinarily calm.

He watched as his father rolled up his sleeves, drawing intricate designs on his arms with materials he had pulled out of his luggage.

The second after the pattern was completed, Nitro felt his body temperature continue to drop, and his consciousness began to blur.

"Chengzi will understand." His voice was a little trembling, "Gitro, look at me, Nitro."

"Okay, Dad."

"It's not your fault," said the father, "so it doesn't matter if you forget."

Jia Ruozi nodded as he remembered, and his father's next sentence was——

【This is our fault, we should believe you. 】

"It was our fault, we should have believed you."

[Sorry, Nitro. 】

"I'm sorry, Nitro."

"It's okay, Dad." Nitro raised his hand to touch his father's side face. The plane was so bumpy that he felt like vomiting, but his parents said before boarding the plane, just be obedient and just listen to them.

Before falling asleep, the air cleaner was close to my mother’s ear. The plane was really too noisy, the alarm kept going off, the radio froze intermittently, a lot of people were crying, and a lot of people were yelling.

Afraid that his mother would not hear, Niatzi put his hand over his mouth and asked in a soft voice, "After getting off the plane, I want to eat strawberry Daifuku, just one, and I won't eat more secretly, is that okay?"

His mother blocked his eyes and said, "Of course you can, Nitro, as much as you want."

When Jia Ruzhi opened his eyes again, he was lying in the ruins. He smelled tar and rust, and his surroundings were red.

His eyes were a little dry from the light of the fire, and for some reason, his eyes began to ache.

In the past, every time he was in pain, he would go to his mother, and the mother would bend down and kiss his forehead, and after a while, he would get better.

Mother……

Where is mother?Where are his parents?

Jia Ruozi stood up, the tongue of flame climbed up his trousers, and the clothes started to burn after being ignited by the sparks, and the pain caused by the burning made him frown.

He stared at his scorched limbs. For some reason, the flames didn't spread on him, but it was still very painful. The pain made him cry all the time. The tears dripped on the palm of his hand and were immediately evaporated by the high temperature.

Jia Ruozi suddenly began to panic, something was evaporated in the flames along with the big tears that fell down.

This kind of evaporation is a complete disappearance, and there is no other possibility to annihilate from the source. There are no wounds on his body, and the only thing left is pain.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

He began to cry and look for his parents, but he suddenly remembered that in the story he "saw" before, he couldn't find what he was looking for no matter what.

The family entered the glass and froze in place.

What he was looking for... what was it?

Why is he standing here?

Jia Ruozi thought about it for a long time but didn't think about it.

He only remembered that he was going to Fuyuki City with his parents, and he seemed to lose his temper a little before boarding the plane, but his parents tolerantly ignored it, and he fell asleep on the plane.

In a daze, he heard someone call his name.

"Glass at home?" The female voice called him, a little far away, "Come here."

Nitrate turned his head and saw the woman who called his name. She had red hair darker than the flames, her shimmering eyes were slightly narrowed behind the glasses, she was wearing an orange windbreaker, and she was holding a somewhat large box in her left hand. The right hand greets him.

"Your father asked me to pick you up."

She took off her windbreaker, squatted down and wrapped her body that was scorched by nitrous oxide.

Nitro hugged the hem of the clothes that was hanging on the ground in his arms, feeling someone patting his back: "Does it hurt?"

The big box was put aside by her, and the lock was loose. Jia Ruozi shook his head while staring at the gap, and saw a pair of familiar cold maroon eyes.

"It's just a puppet." The woman closed the box and patted his head again, "Since you have awakened the reversal technique, you won't need this puppet."

She was silent for a while, and then said: "This is a good thing."

He was picked up by this woman who called herself Aozaki Chengzi, and walked out.

Wearing clothes that had grown a lot, Nitro looked down at his hands back and forth. The palms and backs of his hands were clean and smooth, and the areas that were reddened by the flames would return to their original delicateness in an instant.

The reversal technique mentioned by Aoqi Chengzi just now... Mother also mentioned it.

The mother said that she would find such a conjurer to show Nitro's eyes, so that he would no longer be wronged and teary because of eye pain.

He opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. A five-year-old child couldn't analyze the current situation in such a situation. There were many things he wanted to ask, and they all got stuck in his throat and tangled up.

Nitro touched his throat and exerted a little strength.

He thought it would be good to squeeze out the stuff that was stuck here, but it was useless, doing so would only make him want to vomit uncontrollably while suffocating.

Aoqi Chengzi held him in one hand and carried the box in the other, and rubbed his head against his face after seeing his movements: "Don't do that, Isaito."

Jia Ruozi let go of his hand obediently, clutching the orange windbreaker on his body.

After leaving the ruins that looked like a crematorium, he began to feel the cold. His body seemed to have adapted to the previous burning, but he shivered when the surrounding temperature returned to normal.

Ao Qi suddenly said: "Don't cry."

"...?"

Nitro wiped his face in a daze, and found that he seemed to be crying, and he didn't know what was going on, as if he hadn't been able to figure out the current situation since he woke up.

But the tears couldn't stop.

A five-year-old child should be able to cry, he thought, and his mother said that a child should say whatever he wants.When you are in pain, you have to cry out, when you are hungry, you have to say you are hungry, and when you are sad, of course you have to cry.

If you don't cry, who will know that you are sad.

But he didn't say, he just wiped away his tears and gently asked Aoqi Chengzi: "Where are we going now?"

"Eat strawberry Daifuku?" the woman asked him.

***

"It's the first time I've seen someone who wakes him up crying in the middle of the night." Fu Heisher was half lying on the bedside cushion, he didn't wake up, his voice was hoarse, but his mocking tone was quite clear.

Jia Ruozi sat up and said in a steady voice, "Ah, did I wake you up?"

He couldn't see clearly, turned over and passed Fuheshier to turn on the bedside lamp.

"It's just that I remembered the memory just recovered." He stretched out his hand to reach it, but his fingertips were stretched but he couldn't reach it.

Nitro didn't insist, and patted Shier on the shoulder: "Please turn on the light for me, the smallest one will do."

The room was finally a little brighter, and Fu Heisher could clearly see the face of the family leader.

Other than the eyes being a little swollen, it was the same as usual.

"So you're not going to sleep," he accused, "and you're not going to let me sleep either."

"Although I think you may not be able to give constructive opinions, I still want to talk to you." Nitro noticed that Shi Er wanted to ignore him, so he simply sat on his waist and straightened touched his face, and said slowly, "It's possible, Shier."

Fu Heisher threw himself into the pillow, with a look of indifference: "Why don't you "see" for yourself if I will chat with you. "

"I don't want to do that." Jia Ruozi lowered his head, half-closed his eyes, "Actually, I don't want to 'see'. "

Fuheshier listened to him quietly.

"Do you want to know your future?" Nitro asked such a question, but he didn't intend to get an answer. "You said, if the future will definitely happen, why should I experience it three times?"

After the magic eye was activated, Jia Ruozi had been thinking about this question.

His "seeing" is not a prediction based on existing intelligence, nor is it a choice of a path to reach a certain goal.

He is truly aware of what is absolutely going to happen.

It's like he "saw" the plane crash and told his parents before getting on the plane.

The parents thought it was a child's nightmare about unknown vehicles, so they took him on the plane anyway.

Then disaster happened and they woke up.

Fearing that he would not survive, his father sealed his magic circuit, and contacted Aozaki Orange, the crown puppet envoy, through the means of a magician.

As long as the magic circuit is still there, the puppeteer can even transplant his own consciousness into the puppet.

Mother remembered what he said before boarding the plane, he couldn't find anything in the fire, and probably guessed the ending.

It would have been unfortunate that the family had survived—and that would have been wonderful.

"So I have three identical lives, one for appreciation, one for helplessness, and one for depression."

After this sentence ended, the room was silent for a long time, only the dim and cramped light remained.

In the darkness, Fu Heisher suddenly said, "Are you acting like a baby?"

This is the first time that Jiaruizi has heard this evaluation appear on him in so many years. He made a brief judgment, and then replied: "Yes, please treat me as being coquettish."

Fuheshier laughed softly.

It's really interesting to enter the nitrous. Usually it seems to be crazy, but when it really goes crazy, it seems to be back to normal.

In this "normal situation", every sentence of his has a sense of alienation due to being too frank and straightforward.

Fu Heisher didn't dislike this kind of alienation. On the contrary, he felt that the current housekeeper was no different from the child who said "you are so pitiful" to the puppy on that rainy night.

The difference may be that at that time he would only stare at his cheap rice balls, but now he is so arrogant that he pinches his face and speaks out his demands happily.

The phrase "You are so poor" turned out to be nothing more than he was talking to himself.

"Why did you run away from home?" Nitro asked.

"Another word."

"..." Jia Ruozi became distressed. He thought for a long time but couldn't think of an alternative word that could be accepted by men, so he simply omitted that part and asked again, "Why?"

Except for obeying the action instructions, Fuheshier has never been very cooperative with his other behaviors, and the questioning certainly included it.

But for the first time, he answered.

"Because I can't see," he said, "as opposed to you, because I can't see anything there."

"There is one thing that can be seen clearly." He grinned, reached out to hold the hand of Niu Niuzi, just like what he did in the bathroom before, the finger with Niuzi raised the scar around his mouth upwards.

It wasn't exactly a smile, but he was.

"This is the only thing you can see, and you can see other things after looking at it for a long time."

"What is it."

"It looks like freezing to death on the side of the street."

Nitro was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

He seemed to be bewitched by this cold joke, and he was not the only one who couldn't stop nodding and felt that something was wrong.

Jiaguozi never told Chengzi that he was actually very scared, nor did he tell his classmates that I was actually in pain. His willpower was so weak that he could be easily dominated, so he asked himself to be domineering instead.

Fuheshir does not sympathize with the pain of others, nor does he envy the happiness of others.He simply lost his sociality and his dignity.To make money is to make money, to spend money is to spend money, to live is to live.

It was the storm that kept them together.

It was still raining outside the window, and the wind suddenly became stronger in the second half of the night, and the sound of the rain being scraped against the glass was muffled.

The sound of Fuheshier's neck being bitten was also a bit muffled.

He sat up, and the person who was sitting on his waist was picked up by him and sat on his lap instead.

In this way, Jiarui Nitro could not see his face at all.

His chin was resting on Shir's shoulder, his pulse against his face.At the same time, the shortened distance allowed Nitzi to clearly feel the strength of the beating heart of the man.

"Fifteen days may not be enough for me to return to normal." Nitzi said in a low voice, "I don't know if it is considered normal now, it should not be, and the reaction of Wutiao and Xiayou can also be seen."

Shi Er asked, "What do you want to say?"

"El-Melloi II will not hide my current situation from the clock tower, and his help will be terminated in the last "observation". The probability of Orange continuing to ask others is not high. "

"You're afraid of losing control," Voheshel said.

"I have to be 'scared', and what bothers me is that now I'm not 'scared' enough."

Nitro paused, then said again: "I "saw" some bad things. "

"I don't want to know." Shi'er directly refused, "Why should I share your pain?"

"Why should I ask for your permission." Jia Ruozi tilted his head, "Please don't act like a baby to me."

"..." Fu Heisher buried himself in his shoulder with a muffled laugh, "I'll talk about that tomorrow."

The topic should have ended here, but in the sound of rain, Fu Heisher began to ask: "Are you still sleepy?"

"Fortunately."

"Are you still hungry?"

"Not too hungry."

"Is it still cold?"

"A little."

"Okay, I see." Fu Heisher laughed, "Then are you an adult?"