Son of Satan

"The warm palm wrapped my fist, and the pink nails on Ruyu's fingers looked more delicate than flower petals. He raised my hand and kissed me lightly.

The warm and soft touch spreads all over the body with the back of the hand, and the heart is beating non-stop.

The half-down eyes and long eyelashes are more exciting than the lightly spread butterfly wings.The bloody bat totem between the eyebrows is red.The black hair drooped, casting a gorgeous shadow on the royal blue robe.The high collar wraps around the beautiful neck, thinking that there are still my hickey marks on it, my heart warms up, and I jump faster.

Chris opened his eyes, and the purple eyes reflected my shadow. It was so focused, making me think that I was cared about, and that I was the only one in his world at this moment.

"How do you look so good?" I reached out and touched that face. "I just had a dream. I dreamed that I became a woman, but I couldn't see my face." Yes, I was in my dream, no!It should be in Jay’s dream, I often see a boy who lives with Chris, but every time I can’t see his face; and this time the boy miraculously turned into a woman, but I still don’t to her face.

With a calm face, Chris patted my head, "You are a mural that reaches the ceiling. That painting has the function of confusing people's minds. Don't do it in the future."

Is it really?So why do I feel like I'm there?

"Yes, that's true."

"That's why you want to carve that painting in your own room?" Are you also fascinated by the people inside?

"You look delicious now!" Chris's smile suddenly became obscene, and he looked at me with great interest.

The disappointment that I hadn't had time to show on my face was replaced by shame and anger, and I took out a ladle of water and poured it on Chris's head.

The servant opened the magnificent door, and a dining table covered with rose red velvet tablecloth appeared in front of him.There are two sets of tableware at the head and tail of the table, and the rose on the beige ceramic vase in the middle is particularly conspicuous.The fragrance that emanates permeates the entire restaurant.

"Do you like roses very much?" Where there is Chris, there are roses, and even he has a faint fragrance of roses.

Although Qiangwei is enchantingly beautiful, I still think Chris is suitable for Manzhushahua.Like Chris, the gorgeous Manjushahua has a fatal temptation, looks noble and beautiful, but actually blooms with poison.

"I like it!" Chris raised his hand, and Toledo, who was bowing, immediately directed the servants to get busy.

Chris pulled the stool away, and when I sat down, took the napkin from the servant and placed it on my lap; after all this, he left a kiss on my lips before returning to his seat.

The whole process I was like a puppet, at his mercy.

Toledo opened the lid of the red wine, poured the dark red liquid into the cup, and lit the candle on the table.

Is this a candlelight dinner?Isn't it noon now?The sun is shining outside.Looking up and looking out of the window, I found that although the fallen crystal curtains still reflected the bright sunlight, it was indeed night in the room; except for the shining lights from the candlesticks, there was also the firelight from the fireplace.

Only then did I realize that even though the Guangyao Palace is sunny, it is still bone-chillingly cold.No wonder Chris asked me to get fully dressed just now!

Chris also looked up out of the window, the side face at a 4° angle looks like a statue; it's just that the statue lacks his vitality and charm.Suddenly, he turned his head and smiled at me.I froze again.

"I, can I sit over there?" I pointed to the seat to the left of Chris. I didn't want to be too far away from him. It would be so troublesome to communicate like this. Shout, so tired!

Chris paused for a second, and even Torredo and the busy servants stopped me.did i say something wrong i?It's not that everyone is not so tired when talking while eating.Or are they also adhering to the tradition of not talking when eating or sleeping?

Chris smiled and waved to me.Immediately someone put a stool for me next to him.I walked over and sat down anxiously.

"I, I just think it's easier to talk like this." Why am I guilty?Did I say the wrong thing again?

"I know!" Chris cut the steak on the plate and put a piece into his mouth.A coherent movement is as beautiful as poetry.

I swallowed, and picked up the knife to cut the steak.Damn, how come Chris cuts his steak so gracefully that I can't cut it?Is there something wrong with this knife?

hard!Hard, harder!

"Jay, Jay, Mr. Jay I, I, I will..." Help you!

Toledo didn't finish talking, the chop in his hand, a parabolic motion, flew into Chris's plate.

"Well, this knife doesn't work well!" I'm ashamed to leave my grandma's house, and I'm just a country bumpkin, and I can't even use Western food.

"Are you thinking about what happened this morning?" Chris picked up a napkin and symbolically wiped the corners of his mouth, beckoning someone to replace our steak.

"What, what?" What happened this morning?What does Chris know?Or he knew from the beginning that I was eavesdropping at the door!

"Are you really not thinking about what happened this morning?" Chris's expression was flat, returning to the way we first met.

I was suddenly terrified, could it be Chris asking me to confess?But if you eavesdrop, will you be soaked in a pig cage?Or is he asking me ugly things?Did Chris know about the existence of Ugly?