[The handsome white and black noble son&who looks cold but is actually wild and white and rich]
I confirmed everything, but chose to become an echo in your world
The rain in London soaked the bells on the banks of the Thames, and the never-ending neon lights of Hong Kong City illuminated the wildfire hidden under her skirt. Lucifer didn't know that this was the first time he had returned to Hong Kong City this year. His friends around him all teased him as an "international flying student". He just bit the cigarette butt and said nothing.
Luci Wen and Liang Siyin, when these two names were mentioned during tea conversations in that circle, there was always a mist rising from a porcelain cup, just like the relationship they had always maintained.
Until midnight, when the sliding glass door was pushed open silently, Liang Siyin was standing barefoot in front of the refrigerator drinking ice water. Luciwin skillfully climbed over the balcony of the villa with a full body of night dew. He took the glass bottle from her hand and drank from the mouth of the bottle. The water stains slid down his chin and into his collar. She stood on tiptoes and licked the water stains off his Adam's apple.
He flew across the twelve-hour time difference and kissed the lingering summer heat of Hawaii between her collarbones, and she smelled the saltiness of the North Atlantic in his Cambridge woolen sweater.
They thought it was just an extravagant pathology experiment in adolescence, until one day he found a note on the edge of a sixteenth-century manuscript in the British Library: "I once measured the abyss, and now I am lost among the iris bushes."
The pen suddenly broke.
Suddenly he remembered that in the video last night, she hummed "Undercurrent" in Cantonese outside the camera where he could not see it.
"Love is not possession, but the taste of blood in the aggression against each other."
Purpose: The beast she raises and the country he does not discipline