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?Because he cared about Norman's mark, Cole stayed up all night, and still opened his eyes to look at Norman the next day.

Norman curled up in Cole's arms like a child, sleeping very deeply, breathing steadily, his eyelids trembled slightly occasionally, and the light of the sunrise shone on his cheeks, as if there was a faint light, warm Not dazzling.Cole couldn't help reaching out to touch his cheek, and when it slid across his jaw, his finger felt a little familiar. Cole didn't know if it was due to psychological effects, so he withdrew his hand, looked down silently again, and stared at Nuo. Man's chest.

Very clear imprint.

Thinking of the "he" that Ley once mentioned, Cole was a little uncertain, but... Maybe it was true.

However, unfamiliar.

Not only strange, but his violent temper, pathological and distorted emotional expression, and tears on the verge of collapse are all real.Staring at the deep scars on his arm, recalling the satisfied and sad eyes when he cut the blood vessels, Cole couldn't think quietly.

who are you?

What should I do?

When he realized it, Cole had already asked, and Norman in his arms moved his ears, as if he was about to wake up.

With a tremor in his chest, Cole immediately retracted his gaze and slowly closed his eyes.

Then Norman woke up.

There is nothing better than waking up early and seeing Cole for the first time.

The red eyes softened slightly, and he stared blankly for a long time. He felt like he had returned to the past. All these years just passed by with a snap of his fingers, and all the sufferings were not as profound as this moment.

The heart is filled to the brim, as if it has never been separated.

Although Cole's appearance has changed, the temperature in his arms is still the same. When he was dying in that hellish miasma pool, Norman had fantasized about returning to Cole's side more than once, completely occupying such a temperature , This kind of breath, this kind, only belongs to his own Cole.

Although he forgot himself.

Norman knew what he was doing, but he couldn't help himself.

Even if everyone in the world forgets himself, he doesn't care, he is only afraid that Cole will forget him and exclude him from his heart. He is really very, very panicked and hurt Cole. It's not enough to beating hard stones like beating hard stones, making the hands numb from the pain.

He slits his own arm, lets the blood flow, holds Cole to himself, and at the same time... makes himself hurt.

This is the price of hurting Cole, but his self-punishment seems so irrational. What blood is poisonous is all the price of deceiving Cole to stay. His own blood is indeed poisonous, but it is not as serious as it is said, just would paralyze others, but he lied to Cole.

When the four eyes met, although Cole didn't say anything, he knew that Cole wanted to leave.

Norman was sad.

His only support, his only hope.

However, he understood better than anyone else that Cole's eyes made him chill.

As if... looking at a stranger.

Norman can't imagine a world without Cole, let alone live in a world where Cole is excluded, so he is crazy, he keeps occupying Cole, time and time again, over and over again, trying to make his body covered with his own blood. Smell, in this way, he can continue to live.

For such an illusory and false sense of happiness.

Like an addiction.

In fact, he also knows that this kind of happiness is so pale and fragile, like the moonlight in the water that cannot be touched. Once touched, it will disappear like a dream. Cole's resentment and fear of himself are increasing day by day, and if he stays a little away, he will suffocate. The crazy self could no longer accept Cole leaving his side.

"Everything is to keep you." With sad words, Norman's kiss was carefully pressed against Cole's cheek, looking at the wound on Cole's shoulder, his eyes were full of sadness, "I can only use blood to paralyze you now." You... If I tell you that my blood is not poisonous, will you leave me right away?"

Afterwards, Norman took out the bone knife, and again, cut open his scarred wrist.

"It's only now that I'm glad I ate so many poisonous weeds...to keep you."

The dark red blood with paralyzing toxicity flowed out slowly, flowed down the palm, rushed to the trembling and gentle fingertips, and fell into Cole's mouth little by little, with a salty and warm taste.

Cole, who was not asleep, immediately opened his eyes wide and pushed Norman's hand away with all his strength.

"Cole, you're awake." Blinking, Norman smiled miserably, his arms still bleeding.

Cole wiped his lips. After hearing what he just said, he probably understood it.

Norman's blood is not poisonous, it just has a strong paralyzing effect, that's why Norman keeps feeding himself... Of course Cole won't continue, he doesn't want to be manipulated anymore, but when he lowered his eyelids and saw the motionless Norman, as well as the arm that was bleeding continuously, couldn't help but his heart tightened, and he rushed over and shouted: "Your hand...!"

Slightly lowering his head and glancing at his arm, Norman raised his head faintly and said with a smile, "Ah, it's okay."

"Quickly stop the bleeding!"

"No need." Norman refused, then leaned over gently, pressed Cole's face, and said, "I don't hurt."

This fool!

Bleeding like this... how could it not hurt? !

Cole was bewildered for a moment, but he decided immediately to stop the bleeding.

He tore off a corner of his clothes and covered his wound, but the wound was too deep and blood was still oozing out.

The bright red blood stained the clothes, but the shoulders were wet with tears.

warm.

Cole was stunned, and squinted past, and at this moment Norman also raised his eyes to look at him, with some emotion in his eyes, and after a long time, he suddenly raised his index finger, put it in his mouth and bit it hard, hello To Cole's mouth, with expectant eyes.

"What are you doing?" Cole frowned.

"Hey, blood." With a flat tone, Norman looked at Cole, raised his bleeding index finger, and said quietly, "Come on, drink it."

"No." Immediately refused.

"Be obedient, Cole, or you will be poisoned." Norman approached slowly, put his hand directly to Cole's mouth, and coaxed.

"No." Refused again, Cole turned his head, "I heard it just now, your blood is not poisonous at all."

At this moment, Norman finally couldn't help it. He squeezed Cole's chin suddenly, making him look at himself. Norman's eyes tightened, he gritted his teeth, and said excitedly: "So? You started to reject me? Maybe you Do you want me to go mad and strangle you again? Know that I would rather leave your body than your phantom!"

Cole shook his head slightly, in order not to continue to provoke Norman, he did not resist too much.

"Then drink my blood," Norman said.

Still shaking his head and refusing.

"Why!" Norman's eyes widened and he yelled angrily, "Are you trying to leave me? I tell you it's absolutely impossible! Even... even to the point of death, I will use my blood to keep you! Why can't you just listen to me like before? Why do you just want to leave me? I love you more than anyone else! Why don't you understand?!"

After speaking, Norman frantically picked up the bone knife beside him, and continued to slash his arm.

"No, Norman!" Cole wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

"Cole, are you caring about me?" Norman smiled, raised his hand, fresh blood gushed out from the wound again, and fell on Cole's face drop by drop.

"Then don't leave me and drink my blood... that would be great, right Cole."

Norman smiled and said, lowering his eyes, his eyes were extremely clear, like a mischievous child, but his eyes were filled with endless sadness.

"No, Norman..." Cole resisted and walked away, feeling a sudden pain in his heart.

"Huh?" Seeing this, Norman tilted his head, then squatted in front of Cole, and laughed, "Isn't that enough?"

Then another cut was drawn on the arm, and the blood began to spurt, splashing directly onto Cole's face. Cole had no strength in his lower body and could not escape at all. The smelly blood was all over his body, and Norman looked at Cole like this. , couldn't help but stepped forward and licked Cole's chin, panting, hugged Cole with both arms, bowed his head and said softly: "Hey, that's great, your whole body is covered with my blood, you can't forget me, just go It hurts like I can't forget you, Cole......." Then rubbed the corner of Cole's eyes with his finger, Norman stared straight at it, showing obsessive color, "I love you."

The color of pain and sorrow.

Norman wants to possess Cole in all aspects, body, mind, smell... until he can go back to the past again, when the two are together.

But he himself knew it was difficult.

He'd rather die... than be abandoned by Cole.

And the only way he can think of is to slowly consume his own life until he dies.

Cole was also shocked by Norman's eyes at the same time - how deep and strong emotions would make him show such a look.

As strong as fire, and as deep as the sea... His gaze, and breath.

Deeply sad.

Humble gaze.

Desperate... love.

This afternoon, Norman suddenly found an old animal skin and handed it to Cole, who had been continuously poisoned and was weak all over. He lay beside Cole, gently scratched the corner of Cole's eyes with his hand, and said with a smile: " Cole, do you remember this hide?"

Cole took a look.

It looked familiar, and Cole immediately recognized it as the animal skin he saw in the cave when he and Palanki stayed in the cave last time.

It was Norman's.

Norman touched it carefully with his hand, then gently grabbed Cole's hand, placed it on the soft animal skin, lowered his eyebrows sadly and said, "It seems that you still can't remember, this is the one I gave you." A courtship gift for you, although the village was destroyed, I still found this piece of animal skin in our home, but fortunately it was not burned out." Caressing the back of Cole's hand, "It's very sad, you used to I like it very much, but don't worry, I will give you new ones in the future."

Own... hides.

Courtship gift?

Animal skins are a gift from orcs to females, and he and Norman are both orcs, so...

Suddenly remembered the imprint of courtship.

But doesn't Sarah have it too?

Sarah wasn't her partner before, so what about Norman?

Thinking of this, he was awakened by the orc snuggling on his chest.Norman happily hugged Cole with his head and moved his ears. He was very obedient and didn't do anything. He just said to himself, "That's great. Cole belongs to me like this. I'm so happy."

Then there are kisses.

The kiss gradually deepened, and the tongue that had long been accustomed to entwined in slowly plundered.

Although he didn't like it, Cole didn't want to disobey him.

Norman's emotional changes are very drastic. Although Norman can no longer hurt Cole, Cole is afraid that he will harm himself, so he tries to follow him as much as possible.

Those scarred hands couldn't stand any more bleeding.

Norman's hand would be crippled.

I can't say how I feel about Norman, but even if it is a stranger, Cole will not ignore it.

"I love you." The deep kiss continued to intensify as if it was going to be imprinted on him, and the fingers kept lingering on Cole.

Crazy words that are not lies are like poison that erodes people's hearts.

"Indulge for me, Cole." Norman said with his head bowed, "Just for me."

When the four eyes met, Cole saw the endless pain and bottomless torment inside.

Is it all because of myself?

Because of his own forgetting, was he so painful when facing himself?

Looking forward, suffering, losing...

The pain of loss may be more painful than not being able to get it, or not being able to touch it, because if you can’t get it, you won’t miss it, you won’t think about it, if you can’t touch it, you won’t be in pain because of the warmth you once got , the most cruel thing is not not getting it, but losing it, and what is more cruel than losing it is that no matter how hard you try, you can never get back the feeling you had.

Loss is a painless feather, but it really tears people's hearts.

Perhaps it would be better to leave Norman?

Cole thought.

Under the palm of his hand was Norman's messy hair. With a painful smile, he kissed Cole's cheek, and then Norman picked up the bone knife...cut his arm open.

Mouth full of rust, Cole stared at the deep red color, and there was a faint smile on the corner of Norman's mouth.

He was bloodletting every day, his face was tired, and his complexion gradually turned pale. His hands were trembling and cold, and many of the wounds on his arms had not healed.

It can't go on like this.

Norman will die.

"Cole, don't leave me." The whisper in Cole's ear was fascinated, begging over and over again, his voice trembling, as fragile as a child's.