The heart is beating [Fifth Personality]

what?

a kiss! ?

Obviously there are two, okay? !

The above was my first reaction after hearing his words.

The emergence of this idea was so logical. When I realized that the key to the matter was not here, I realized that it was unbelievable and inexplicable.

Everything was messed up by that goddamn kiss that shouldn't exist, so I couldn't stay sane and react like a normal person.

Just now Jack said that's not the correct answer...

In that case, why don't you stop my stupid kisses! ?Why do you want to kiss me back after giving a kiss! ?

I really want to question him loudly like this, and I really want to vent to him my dissatisfaction with being molested by him at this time, but the kiss just now seemed to be casted by magic, which made me still feel uncomfortable, and my whole body was limp and rotten A puddle of water can only cling to his arms.

What's more, his fingers are still stirring in my mouth, teasing me lightly like a lecher...

I tried hard with the tip of my tongue, wanting to push the intruder out of the country directly against his cold fingertips, but after he noticed my reaction, he thought I was cooperating with his teasing, and even more happily teased me with his fingers.

I frowned, turned my head and forcibly stopped this extremely ambiguous movement.

Jack rubbed his fluid-stained fingers and didn't continue. He took my shoulders and stood up in the position of holding me in his arms.But I was weak all over, my legs were weak, and I could barely stand up by leaning on him.

Is he... going to take me to find someone?

I still don't want to go, no matter whether his previous question is sincere or not, I don't want to go out.Although he didn't admit the price, I've paid for it anyway.

I subconsciously grabbed the front of Jack's high-end tuxedo, and boldly asked, "Really... are you going out? It's still raining outside..."

"The rain has stopped, let's go."

I wondered: "How do you know?"

Jack didn't answer, he took a deep look at me, and then grabbed my wrist, which was much lighter than before, but it still hurt me.

"It hurts..." I frowned and tried to pull my hand out of his shackles.

Jack felt my slight resistance and let go, but he didn't let go completely. He looked down at me and asked earnestly, "Why don't I hold you?"

Naturally, I don't want to lie in his arms and let him carry me around, but I also don't want him to grab me like this again. If I continue to grab me, I'm afraid that my hands will be useless.

I raised the other hand and put it softly on the back of his hand, touching his cold and delicate skin in a comforting manner, then tentatively pulled my wrist back until my palm was completely attached to his. Together.

I gently folded my five fingers together, held his slender and cold hand, then raised my head and looked at him timidly, and asked in a low voice, "Is this... okay?"

Jack didn't answer me. He held me back in silence to show his agreement. I even felt the satisfaction in his eyes the moment he looked at me...

The stairs in the basement were still so dark and silent, Jack took my hand and walked a little faster than I did. In order to keep him on the same level as possible, I walked a little faster than usual.

After turning the darkest right-angled corner, I saw the ceiling of the church come down little by little. I breathed a sigh of relief and at the same time raised my breath, a little calm and a little flustered.

He led me across the long, worn-out red carpet that lay on the floor in the middle of the church, and finally stopped under the ribbed arch facing the statue of Jesus.

Looking out through the dark night, I saw that the heavy rain that seemed to be falling for days and nights had stopped, as Jack said.The dense fog outside flowed slowly and slowly dispersed. In the darkness, the fog was like a thin white gauze, inexplicably pure and clean.

The breeze is like a breeze, with a fresh and moist smell sliding over my cheeks, it smells very good.

Jack led me and stood beside me, looked up at a certain direction in the distance, thoughtfully, he whispered slowly: "Little white rabbit, who do you want to kill first?"

The author has something to say: (づ￣￣￣)づThanks for the "Mirror" landmines, okay~~

(づ￣[-]￣)づThanks to "Maruko" for the mines, okay~~

(づ￣￣￣)づThanks to "Sydney" for the landmine, okay~~