The monster recently encountered a disturbing thing. His lover really came to him and looked at him with a timid and delicate new look.
It was almost impossible for him to hide the love in his chest, and he fell into a kind of extreme depression, because as a monster, his inherent evil nature forced him to bite her neck, tie her tightly to his side, and then parasitize his sick love on her weak body, blooming rotten flowers and bones.
But he loves her, so he can't help but be afraid of losing control in the future.
Shan Bu was worried about gains and losses, staring at his lover's face.
She thought he didn't know the truth, so she pretended to have amnesia to lie to him, using her worst acting skills to play the role of a poor wife who had forgotten all memories of love.
But instead of exposing her lie, he looked at her quietly, feeling her meager love, turning a blind eye and cooperating with her imperfect performance.
His lover was no longer as enthusiastic and clingy as before. Shan Bu looked at her with his usually cold face, but his fingertips hooked her little finger unskillfully, exerting slight pressure to savor the tremor of her conditioned reflex.
This is his true love.
Just like the original game setting, a blush appeared on the tips of his snow-white ears, but he went against the program code and chose to keep staring at her red face, drawing the distance between them closer and closer until she couldn't help but whisper his name.
"Solo."
The monster's eyelashes trembled and rubbed her soft cheek stubbornly.
"I'm here."
Intention: Slightly, slightly...