[Joker] Boyfriend is weird

Today is cloudy and drowsy.

The city of Gotham was shrouded in death and depression.

Lilith braided a complicated one-sided braid in front of the small mirror, with a small green hair tie at the end of her hair, and put away the small mirror in satisfaction.

The lady lying on the ground seemed to be waking up, but when she realized that she hadn't left, she continued to pretend to be asleep.

Lilith smiled, did not embarrass the lady anymore, and was about to leave.

When I walked to the door, I looked back in a strange way, but I couldn't see the lady lying on the ground at all.

Her pretty eyebrows furrowed.

After thinking about it, he piled up the documents on the ground and stepped on them——

Happened to be the same height as Arthur.

It also happened to be able to see the lady lying on the ground sleeping.

Oh wow.

It turned out that yesterday's cutie saw it from the very beginning.

What an actor.

A stand-up comedian is also an actor.

Gotham's rubbish piled up like mountains, even high-end neighborhoods were no exception. Lilith returned home, lying on the soft sofa, feeling relaxed.

Her apartment is on the 23rd floor.

Not the highest floor, but the lighting is good.

Standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the tall buildings, the numbness of pedestrians coming and going in the distance, and the sinful atmosphere of Gotham.

Lilith was depressed for a while, and when she walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows and drew the curtains, her gaze paused slightly.

Uh-huh?

Isn't that thin figure the cutie who couldn't help laughing yesterday?

Arthur was following her?

Lilith hesitated for a moment, and closed the curtains as if nothing had happened.

Last night was by accident.

They will no longer have any intersection.

Lilith thought indifferently, when the curtains were drawn, thick shadows fell on her face, covering half of her beautiful face in the dark, and her amorous eyes were full of indifference.

The days are neither salty nor light.

Lilith was decadent in the apartment for almost a week.

When leaving the bathroom after taking a shower.

Her boss called her a fourth time, grumpy and angry:

"Lilith, if you don't come to work again, I will fire you!"

Lilith dragged her lazy tone, "OKOK."

After dawdling for half an hour, I applied body lotion, took care of my skin care, picked out a small white skirt, put on a black overcoat, carefully braided my hair, and then slowly drove out of the car.

Lilith didn't care much about the job.

She has a huge inheritance that she can squander for several lifetimes.

Going to work just to find something to do.

Although the intrigue in the workplace is eye-opening, it becomes boring after staying for a long time.

Why don't you quit this job?

She is a complete hedonist, crazily pursuing excitement, and doesn't like this kind of unchanging, nine-to-five job.

Lilith likes the fun ones.

For example, I won 2000 million in an underground casino last week—of course, in the end, I didn’t get any points because I was framed as a thousand, and I fled all night.

It's a little off, but it's also fun.

Whether it's running away, or the little cutie you meet later, it's very interesting.

"Stop them!"

...I seem to have heard this voice somewhere.

Lilith looked up and saw that men dressed as clowns were chasing a few hooligans with billboards.

The clown runs past her car.

Trying hard, panting.

Lilith was slightly taken aback.

The car behind was honking its horn, making a lot of noise.

She pulled over and pulled over.

Walking along the road that the clown just ran, I saw the clown curled up on the ground, panting non-stop, with fragmented billboards scattered beside him.

Lilith squatted down and picked up a billboard. The letters on it were incomplete, like a crouched clown who was also incomplete.

...

Arthur's life today is still muddled, and he only raises some enthusiasm when he stands in the field he loves.

Even so, he was still skeptical.

Do you really exist.

Just like now, he is lying in a wet and smelly, forgotten corner, no one cares about him, and no one cares about him.

It's like garbage piled up, waiting to be destroyed at any time.

Arthur relieved the pain in his body and stood up, but bumped into the figure that had only appeared in his fantasy.

The black overcoat was spread on the floor, and the girl was sitting on it in a white skirt. Her platinum-blond hair was like the warm sun, the most radiant light in the darkness.

And her slender and delicate fingers are pinching the billboards, splicing and assembling piece by piece.

"Arthur." Her voice was softer than she could remember, "pass me that board, will you?"

Arthur, dressed in a funny clown costume, hesitated for a moment, got the broken board she was pointing at, handed it to her, hesitated to speak, and finally said: "They won't want a broken billboard."

So using glue to stick the billboards together is just a waste of effort.

"That's it."

Lilith dragged her voice, glued the broken billboards, patted the dust on her hands, stood up with her coat in her hand, and stared at his face covered in paint.

A green wig on a white hood.

A red ball on the nose.

And, numb, lamenting, yet clear eyes.

What strange eyes.

Lilith lowered her eyes slightly, landed on his strange shoes, and slowly raised her eyelashes, "I just thought, maybe if I do this, you will feel that the world is not that bad."

Maybe it's just futile.

She shook the dust off her coat and hung it on her arms, really not quite understanding why she followed.

After all, there are too many struggling people like Arthur, and he is the epitome of ordinary.

Lilith suppressed her messy thoughts: "I'll go first."

When I turned around, I suddenly heard Arthur say:

"Today is my day for counseling."

Lilith wowed, with a smile in her eyes: "I'm not a psychiatrist, don't you already know?"

"Your real psychiatrist will be sad if you hint at me like that, sweetheart."

Arthur was silent.

...a very pitiful expression.

Lilith is really not interested in going to work, so she simply handed over today's time to the clown actor. She raised her hand to arrange the fake flowers on Arthur's chest, and smiled slightly: "Then you come to my car, Let me give you a psychological counseling, okay?"

Something unexpected happened.

Lilith felt like a strange woman who abducted an innocent little boy, and this little boy was so innocent that he dared to do anything.

Because the car is parked in the wrong place.

The roads are blocked, like the obscure city of Gotham, with obstacles everywhere.

She finally parked the car in a hidden lane.

No traffic is obstructed, and no one stands in their way.

and so.

"Take off your clothes."

Arthur's pupils shrunk.

I suspect I heard wrong.

Seeing that he didn't move, Lilith sat down next to him, "I'll give you medicine."

"If you can't be a psychiatrist, you can still be a surgeon."

Arthur lowered his eyes and said hoarsely, "I can do it myself."

Lilith didn't give him a chance to come by herself, she lifted his clothes, poured the medicated oil and pressed it directly to the bruise on his back.

Very thin.

All bones.

Hardly meaty.

Arthur lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes covered the dark emotions in his eyes, and then he smiled and invited her, "Do you want to see my performance?"

Lilith pressed her fingers on his bony back, and asked playfully, "Are you dating me?"

Arthur pressed his hands on his legs, his body seemed to be tense, but he quickly relaxed and said softly, "Yes."

"My question may be a little subtle."

Lilith leaned on him, as if she wanted to put all her weight on this thin man, she leaned close to his ear, and the heat blew over his ear.

The tone is soft and provocative, with a hook in his mouth, as if he has fallen from a noble and elegant elf to a devil who has fallen into the abyss in an instant: "Do you want to sleep with me, Arthur?"