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    Where there is family, there is home.

    So, wherever there is Harry, it is my home in Silvermoon City.

    Xing Chuan took me to stand in front of Harry's room. Xing Chuan reached out and knocked on it, and Harry smirked, "You always come in from the balcony, don't you?" He opened the door, then, stunned. live the body.

    He seemed to be taking a shower, and before he had time to dry himself or put on his shirt, he was wiping his head with a towel in one hand and pulling the door in the other, his upper body* and his white pajama pants underneath.

    "What's wrong with you?! Your face is so pale!" He immediately touched my face worriedly. His hands still had the warmth of hot water and the fragrance of the shower gel. in warm feathers.

    "You accompany him." After Xing Chuan finished speaking, he turned and left.

    Harry looked at him for a while, then looked at me worriedly again, and held my face: "What the hell happened? You're not on a mission..."

    I jumped up at once, I couldn't hold back the strength I had before, I jumped on him, he was staggered by me, backed into the room, the door closed automatically behind him, and he stopped talking. .

    I hugged him tightly, hugged his naked and narrow waist, hugged his hot body, so that my heart could hug this warm body, I leaned against his hot, steamy body On the chest, in an instant, the heartbeat in the chest "tongtongtongtong" lost its normal speed.

    He stood in a daze, the heartbeat in his chest never returning to normal. His half-wet reddish-brown curly hair was sticking wetly against his shoulders. The hot, shampoo-scented water slowly flowed down, and gradually moistened me against his bare chest. on his face, left with my tears, across his tattoo that looks like tears under the jade bead.

    "In the end... what's wrong?" He seemed to have finally regained his senses, hugged my body gently, and stroked the back of my head.

    "I killed the Ghost Eaters." I said with the last strength on his chest, staring blankly at his white chest, "When they died, they shed the same blood as us... I thought they It's the devil, but...they're still human..."

    "Don't say it..." He suddenly hugged me even tighter, clasping the back of my head tightly, as if to embed me in his chest, "We sleep, we will forget this tomorrow." Harry let go Me, stroked my face, "Go take a bath, it will be much better."

    I nodded and walked to the bathroom in a lost spirit. Harry hurriedly caught up and shoved something into my hand. I stared blankly at my hand. It turned out to be my clothes.

    I walked in again dumbfounded, and Harry sighed from behind: "The door is not closed..."

    His voice is so far away, I can't seem to hear it, my brain is empty, as if something has hollowed out my brain. I started to undress when there was a hurried closing of the door behind me.

    "Wow—" I turned on the water, and the hot water poured on my head, my body, I seemed to understand Harry's reaction one day, his trembling, but he was stronger than me, because he Cheer up quickly.

    I looked at my hand, and the water suddenly turned red, full of blood! is blood!

    I hurriedly scrubbed and washed in fear, but, more and more, more and more, I finally cried out, I was in the "wow" water, I finally cried out, I raised my face in pain, hot water poured into it In my mouth, suddenly, I seemed to taste the smell of blood again, a strong smell of blood.

    "Ouch-" I vomited, I finally vomited, I vomited all the darkness that was pressing on my chest, I cried, I couldn't let them take root in my heart, give birth to black shoots, grow into dark Poison ivy, haunting my heart, pulling me into darkness.

    I don't know how long I cried and vomited, I stood up slowly and started to wash the blood on my body with the fragrant shower gel, but I found that no matter how I washed, I could still smell the faint smell of blood, I suddenly I found that my clothes have not been taken off. I quickly took off my soaked clothes, threw them on the ground, and continued to wash until my whole body was red, and I lost my strength...

    I turned off the shower, dried it in the heat, and then went to get dressed. I was weak. I put on my pajamas, opened the door, and walked over to the bed. Harry immediately sat up from the bed, already dressed. Pajamas, he looked at me distressedly and worriedly, stroked my arm, and didn't speak for a long time.

    He lowered his face, his chest heaving, as if he was getting a little irritable because he didn't know what to say. He forced a smile: "Go to sleep, have a good rest." He raised his hand, the light went out, the faint moonlight penetrated outside, he let go of my arm and wanted to leave in front of me.

    I immediately pounced on him again, he immediately fell back, and we landed silently on the soft bed, which actually began to lengthen according to our body shape, until our legs could also be on the bed.

    Harry was completely stiff, and I lay on his chest and closed my eyes.

    "Everything." His heart beat out of control in his chest again, but this powerful, fast heartbeat gave me extra peace of mind, feeling the pulsation of life, which could pull me out of the shadow of death.

    He kept jumping, and kept going so fast. How could Harry keep his heart beating so fast.

    I wrapped my arms around his waist tightly, leaned against his chest, and pressed my legs against his. It turned out...sleeping on someone else...it was really comfortable...

    "All the way."

    In his "ordinary thump" heartbeat, I felt at ease... fell asleep...

    And... not having any dreams...

    After a dark night, on Harry's body, I fell asleep with peace of mind. When I opened my eyes, I saw the dawn shining through the window.

    I blinked, Harry's chest was still rising and falling steadily under my face, and his heartbeat had returned to normal in his chest: "Plop...plop..."

    The clear sunlight fell on the ground of the original Harui water, reflecting a clean and clear reflection.

    I feel like I'm alive again, and I'm relieved.

    I sat up and sat beside Harry, looking at the sunlight outside the window, Silvermoon City was slowly rotating, and I saw the beautiful grass on the other side.

    I stood up and jumped off Harry's body. He grunted, rolled over and stretched his body completely, as if he could finally sleep comfortably.

    I stood by the bed and looked at him warmly, thank you, Harry, when I was always about to fall into darkness, you were always by my side, bear with me, with the light and heat in your body, drag me out of the dark.

    If there was no Harry last night, I think, I will not cheer up now, although I still dare not touch the memories of last night, but I will no longer sink in the shadow of last night.

    I couldn't help leaning down, and when I got there, my face turned red, what am I doing? I actually wanted to kiss him, my lips started to go numb, involuntarily numb, I wanted to thank him, but I don't know how to thank him, because I feel that nothing can express my gratitude to him , so...I want to use...a kiss...

    But if he wakes up, wouldn't I be embarrassed? !

    and! With his character!

    My heartbeat accelerated immediately, and I hurried back to my body. I couldn't kiss him, he would be proud, he would be complacent about this for a long time, maybe he would talk about it for the rest of his life!

    kindness. can't kiss, this guy Harry is a bit cheap, and once he is too good to him, he is flirtatious again.

    I turned around decisively, tied up my long hair, and pushed open the balcony door. The air outside was the same every day. I jumped out of the balcony at once, and my whole figure seemed to fly.

    In Silvermoon City, you don't have to worry about being killed, because the special gravitational force here will make you fall slowly, and it will stick to the ground, so at both ends of the Silvermoon, you can jump from one end to the other , you can also run on the wall of the building, or run under the overpass, as long as you can find your way, you can run at various angles.

    I ran all the way, jumped from the height of the building in the special gravity, and was sucked back to the building again in the special gravity, and then felt the lightness of the leap on the roof.

    I finally ran to the grass, fell on my back, lay on the grass and took a deep breath, unbuttoned my neckline, let the air enter my chest, cool the heat inside, the cool wind entered the gap of my vest and blew the inside sweat.

    "Goo~~~" I'm hungry, I'm going to eat!

    I sat up all of a sudden, yes! I'm going to make my own food!

    "I want to drink soy milk——" I shouted to the universe, shouting out my thoughts about home, I hope my shouting can go through the universe, through space, back to my home, the earth.

    I ran into the kiosk on the edge of the green space and couldn't wait to say, "I'm going to the kitchen! Quick, quick!"

    "Okay, go to the kitchen." The elevator started to pass, and when it stopped, I could already smell the fragrance of bread.

    The food in Silvermoon City is very bland, leaning towards the West of our world, always bread, salad, juice, sliced ​​ham, even if it is like Western food, there are very few varieties.

    Here, there are no various delicacies of our Chinese nation, no Japanese-style sushi yusheng, and of course no Korean-style stone pot, Mexican barbecue, Indian curry, French-style foie gras, and spaghetti bolognese.

    But fortunately, there is no British dark cuisine.

    I rushed into the kitchen, startling the cook inside who was busy making juice.

    The chef in charge of squeezing the orange juice was startled, and the orange suspended between his hands fell. A female chef next to him saw it and hurriedly stared at the orange before it slowly flew up.

    "This is the kitchen, don't rush in." The head chef walked towards me, a handsome uncle with blonde hair and blue eyes like the chef in a three-star Michelin restaurant on TV.

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