The black moonlight of the sickly male protagonist escaped again

Chapter 6 The Difference Between Them

Seeing the impatience in the man's eyes from the corner of the eye, Su Baixi gave a "thump—" in her heart, realizing that something was wrong, and subconsciously wanted to say that she would follow the person next to her, but she was a little impatient to hear his voice.

"Ah Xi, I still have a meeting. I'm very busy, so if you feel fear, can you overcome it yourself?"

As he spoke, he rubbed his brows.

"I've been having meetings for the past few days, and I have to meet with a lot of media. After knowing that you had a problem, I took the time to come here to accompany you. I'm already very tired. Can you stop making trouble?"

"You can see clearly in the future, and don't disturb me again. I'm really busy and tired."

"The glass in your room is broken today, and if you don't sleep in my room, I'll go to the guest room."

After saying these words, Su Baixi closed her mouth that was originally open, and then lowered her eyes.

Her eyelashes are thick and twinkle like a small fan.

Cursing her lips, she wanted to show a smile, but in the end Su Baixi lowered the corners of her mouth and shook her head softly.

"No, I'll sleep in my own room, I'm fine."

Before she could speak in the future, she only heard him continue: "Be good, I'm really busy, and I can't stay with you all the time."

In an instant, the luster in Su Baixi's eyes disappeared.

He doesn't trust her.

She looked up into his eyes, was about to speak but closed her mouth the moment she saw his expression.

The man looked really tired, rubbing her head, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"If you really feel frightened, then take some sleeping pills, and you will be able to sleep well after taking a little medicine."

He said and patted her head.

Su Baixi couldn't help lowering her head, twisting her hands together.

"Yes, sorry"

The man smiled wearily.

"It's okay, there is nothing wrong with you."

As he said, he turned and went upstairs, "I still have a meeting, you should sleep first."

Su Baixi looked at his back, opened her mouth, lowered her eyes, and walked upstairs in silence.

How can I sleep?

Su Baixi turned on the lights in the room completely, shivering alone under the blanket.

No sleep for one night.

Once the eyes were closed, the whispers of the devil echoed in the ears.

"Honey, you are so soft and warm, I really want to hold you like this forever."

"Sweetheart, you can't leave me, or I will really kill you."

"Baby, I love you."

Like a mantra, it echoed in her ears alternately, making her covered in cold sweat, and curled up in the quilt only felt even colder.

"what--"

The bloody scene was vivid in his memory, Su Baixi hurriedly got up, but there was darkness in front of his eyes.

In a trance, the voice of that person seemed to come from the darkness again.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

It was very cold, but there was no doubt about it, which made her feel extremely relieved in an instant from her fearful mood.

After taking a few breaths in the darkness, Su Baixi realized that the person, the person who held her hand tightly in the darkness, was no longer there.

Yes, it is no longer the Blood Race Realm, and he is no longer there.

No one would hold her hand and whisper to her at night, "Don't be afraid that I'm here" when she was in a dream.

Sitting on the bed for a while, unable to fall asleep anymore, Su Baixi got up, put on a piece of clothing casually, got out of bed and walked to the window.

The moonlight melted outside the window, and the lingering mist wrapped around the edge of the moon, coating it with a warm outline.

Su Baixi got up and sat on the window sill, turned her head to look at the moonlight outside the window, and suddenly recalled what happened just now.

As his personal blood servant, she can enter and exit the entire castle at will, even the garden outside the castle, as long as she can come back on time.

Once, after finishing the data analysis, she walked out of the castle and wanted to take a look when she was bored. Unexpectedly, she entered a cellar by accident.

Suddenly, a bloody smell rushed over.

It was so strong that it made her cough.

She subconsciously knew that this place was a restricted area, a place where she should not go, but she was really curious as to what kind of place it was.

So he passed through layers of various metal instruments of torture mottled with dried blood, and walked to the deepest part of the cellar.

Then, she saw him standing in the middle of the room with his back to her.

A man chained to a rack above a cell, bloodstained, faces him.Several executioners were holding tools nearby, and the screams in the room were louder than louder.

It seems to be dealing with someone.

She was so frightened that she wanted to leave, but accidentally kicked the chain next to her.

Immediately, everyone looked over.

Including him standing in the dark.

That was the first time she saw him so bloody.

His eyes were cold, and blood splattered on his pale cheeks, like flowers slowly blooming in the dark night.

She was completely frightened, turned around and ran away despite many screams, and ignored him calling her behind.

Just at the door of the cell, because she ran too hastily, she tripped over the chains on the ground and fell to the ground. The man who was chasing after her reached out and tried to pull her up from the ground, but the moment she touched her shoulder, , she scratched the back of her hand with a paw full of fear.

He gasped and retracted his hand.

She probably had long nails at the time, for the sake of looking good.

The terrified man ignored himself and hurt others, struggled to get up and pushed him violently, continued to run forward, and then rushed into his own room in the castle, closed the door and locked it, only then did he vaguely remember There seemed to be some cold liquid on the tip of my nails.

But at this moment, she was already frightened.

He rushed into the room and locked the door but was still shivering from fright, naturally ignoring the back of his hand injured by her.

It was late at night, but she still couldn't sleep.

A person curled up in the quilt still feels cold, only his cold appearance and the betrayer who was hooked alive with a large piece of flesh exposed in his mind are left.

The two scenes alternated vertically and horizontally before her eyes, irritating every skin on her body, making her feel even colder.

Unexpectedly, he came over not long after.

He directly opened the door of her room, pulled off the quilt wrapped around her body, adjusted the corners of the quilt for her, and sat beside her bed with the documents.

"Sleep."

Didn't mention it at all.

There was no smell of blood on her body at all, and it was still the rose scent she was very familiar with on weekdays.

She was really terrified, shrunk in the quilt, her lips trembling.

"What about you?"

He put the lit lavender incense on her bedside table, and raised his hand to touch her forehead.

"I work on files."

Night is their action time, and during the day they are in a dormant state.

It was only natural for him to deal with the documents now.

Between the flickering of the lights, she could vaguely see three deep scratches on the back of his hand—very deep, as if she could see the bones.

Only then did she realize how deeply she had hurt him.

In an instant, she who had already calmed down suddenly remembered the figure of the traitor she had just seen, and was immediately frightened beyond control.

He must have come to her because of this incident, waiting for her own apology.

A chill spread from her heart - he would never come to her at night when she was sleeping on weekdays.

This time he came to her for no reason, it must be because he hurt him, and he came to settle the score.

(End of this chapter)