Killer of this generation

Finette never imagined that she would sit and enjoy her morning coffee with the number one spider of the Phantom Troupe so peacefully.

The tip of the nose is filled with the strong aroma of freshly ground coffee, and the tense emotions are unconsciously anesthetized. After taking a sip, the aftertaste is endless aftertaste.

The rising sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows and hits his gentle profile. The sapphire blue liquid mineral earrings reflect the sparkle, and the thin lips pouting for cold coffee are the other part of the boundary. Half of his handsome face was covered with a shadow, as quiet as an angel welcoming Jesus.

He almost thought that he was going to fall into the pure, kind and gentlemanly illusion he had woven.

Wake up!Wake up!

He is Kurolo? Luxilu!

"Then," Finette had to force herself to regain her paralyzed vigilance, using an impatient tone to preemptively tear up the seemingly harmonious and warm picture in front of her, "Speak quickly, and let go of farts!"

Kuroro was taken aback for a moment, and then stretched out his index finger to stick to his thin lips, and made a "shh-" gesture to signal her that she was too loud.

When she realized that even if she didn't say "Fart, let go", she could fully express her meaning and momentum, Finette looked around in embarrassment, and two red clouds flew over her delicate face.

Kuroro lowered his eyes, slowly stirring the coffee in front of him, time ticking in the brown swirl in the coffee cup.

She took a sip of her coffee, shrugged helplessly, and looked out the window at the increasing number of pedestrians.

She herself can't remember the detailed relationship between her and him 5 years ago, but when she saw his face, she subconsciously felt her jealousy, fear and other things about this man. Other inexplicable feelings, such as sad, anticipation, heartache, these ridiculous and inexplicable illusions.

She didn't want to know what happened to him five years ago when he tied her away from her mother-in-law's sphere of influence and imprisoned her, really, she didn't want to know at all.

It must be a very tragic past that I can't bear to recall... Forgetting all this may not be the protection of the brain.

But, in this case, why not just forget it completely, so that you don't even know what a spider is. (Author's note: This is impossible. Uh, Illumi's grandma talks about Kurolo all day long, and it's hard to forget.)

Finette chuckled lightly as if mocking herself, picked up the coffee cup and took another sip.

"Kurolo, I've been sitting for so long, what on earth do you want to say to me, if you don't have anything to say, then I have to..."

Before the word "go" can be uttered, it is already stuck in the throat, and the widened eyes are not sure about the strange touch on the lips.

Because, he leaned forward to tenderly care for her

He wanted to wipe off the coffee stains on her red lips that she accidentally touched! (Author's note: Brother Yilumi, learn hard!)

"Cheat... cheat!" whispered in disbelief.

"What?" Sitting back on the sofa, he put the coffee-stained thumb on her lips into his mouth to suck, and looked up at her.

"........."

The same dark and deep black eyes, what is swaying in the depths of the black color, the same can't be figured out, the same easy to fall, very similar eyes...

Yi... Lumi...

(Author's note: Hey! Hey! It's the second time, it's the second time, looking at the eyes of the head of the palace, I think of your Xiaoyi! The group fans are not happy!)

Seeing her distraction at a glance, Kuroro couldn't help but smile wryly in his heart.

Looking at his face, who did she think of?

There is an uncomfortable feeling of being abandoned by something you don't want.

What a shame.

"You have changed a lot." But he still maintained his superficial gentleness.

"Eh?!" Suddenly pulled back by his deep voice, Finette almost couldn't hold the coffee spoon in her hand, "What did you say?"

Kuroro crossed his hands on his chin, and said slowly, "Does Finette really not remember the past?" It seemed to be getting to the point.

The black eyes lingered tightly on her face, full of danger.

"Where did you know that?" She tensed up and looked back at him with a frown. "I don't even remember."

So what! !It's been so long, what on earth is he trying to say!

There was a cold swish of goosebumps faintly emerging, and only coffee was constantly stirring in the empty stomach.

"Really..." he continued, "Didn't you remember anything?" He put on the face of a judge.

What exactly is he trying to determine? !Want to know what? !

There is a feeling of nausea and nausea, uncontrollable nausea, nausea, nausea...

Subconsciously clenched her fists and panted heavily, the torment in her stomach made her eyes stare, and countless Kuroro's faces zoomed in and out in front of her eyes.

Can't remember anything!Can't remember anything!

As soon as I try to think about it, I feel so disgusting that I can't stand it!

Not anymore!

Finette "Wow—" stood up, covered her mouth and went straight to the bathroom.

Kuroro looked at Finette's hurried back, propped his head on his right hand and raised the corners of his lips, "Hehe, I just said how could I remember it." Maggie was too suspicious.

After that, when Finette came back after vomiting a lot of acid in her stomach, she found that Kuroro had disappeared, and there was only a steaming Rococo-style coffee cup left on the table.

He has gone on his own.

The author has something to say: I think very few people will suddenly feel nauseous in the face of the leader.

So, the author said, please don't drink coffee on an empty stomach.

However, the subsidence observation point also thinks that maybe it is really because of looking at Kuroro that he feels sick and want to vomit.

PS: Don't be annoyed by group fans! ! !