Chi Jiayan has not had a good time these days.

It took hours for his brain to regain consciousness from that trance and excitement after being kissed forcibly that day.

Then, he waited on the sofa all night, and every time there was a nuisance outside the window, he couldn't help but run out to see it.

But not every time.

Years of companionship with loneliness, and the fact that he has gradually learned in various lessons that he should not have too much hope for anyone, has prevented him from falling into a blackened situation like the last time when the god of death left.

He just kept silent and lived as usual.

"Does it hurt?" Death's lips moved away from Chi Jiayan's fingers, and his phoenix eyes were slightly cold.

Chi Jiayan came back to his senses, and angrily pulled his fingers out of the tall man's hand: "What's your business?"

The pain is still very painful, and a small incision was cut by the sharp blade, and it hurts to death.

"Are you angry," the breath of the god of death enveloped the person in front of him, "or because I'm not the other Lingxiao you wanted to see?"

Chi Jiayan: "..."

Why come back to this question again?

You keep saying that there is only one you in the world, don't I understand? Chi Jiayan slandered, and then don't look at him, no matter who you are, I'm very...

"Of course." He deliberately said, "My... is Brother Lingxiao, not you."

The two words that can't be said are probably "like".

After a long time, the god of death sighed.

He took a step forward and hugged the arrogant, pretending indifference into his arms.

Chi Jiayan froze.

Death pressed his chin against the top of his jet-black hair, and wrapped his hands around his slender shoulders, this warm and soft human body was tightly embraced by Death. Finding that the coolness on his body made the other party shiver, the god of death immediately suppressed the bone-chilling cold that belonged to the god of death, so that the body temperature was as close as possible to the temperature of humans.

Very comfortable.

No wonder humans love hugs.

Hug, still have to say what should be said.

"No matter which one you want, it's me." When Death spoke, his deep voice shook his chest, "My memories are slowly merging, because of the time difference, some of them can't be remembered temporarily. You It's normal to feel uncomfortable."

Chi Jiayan didn't speak, he was suddenly pulled into this man's arms, and his brain lost the ability to think.

Thinking he didn't understand, Death said, "If you need me to leave, I can come back later."

"Don't!" The person in his arms immediately retorted subconsciously, like a cat whose tail was blown off.

Death didn't understand why this man's attitude was inconsistent, he bowed his head in confusion.

I saw that Chi Jiayan in his arms had an expression called anger and anger on his face, and it was obvious that he was extremely annoyed by shouting out his true thoughts.

Chi Jiayan regretted it too late, but it was too late. He bit his lip, leaving a row of imprints, and then embraced the God of Death with his backhand as if resigning his fate, and grasped the God of Death's clothes as if he were going out, even the knuckles of his fingers turned white.

"You go." Chi Jiayan's eyes turned red, "I don't want to see you. It doesn't matter if you go back to the past and obliterate me, it doesn't matter if you become a you. I'm all alone anyway. , I'm used to it! You always give me a little hope like this, and then turn it into a disappointment, really enough."

Death's eyes darkened for a moment.

He didn't know that Chi Jiayan already knew exactly what he did when he went back to the past.

In the face of someone who wants to obliterate his existence, why is Chi Jiayan so reliant on him?

The eighteen-year-old boy said angrily: "You said that your memory has not come back, then I will tell you, you promised me to stay with me all the time, as long as I don't get worse, you will not leave. I Regardless of whether you remember it or not, it's all yours to say anyway. Whatever you say will be counted. When I grow old and become a stinky old man, this sentence will not be valid. If you want to break the contract, please Just be quick!"

When he said the last sentence, there was already a look of despair on his face.

The God of Death knew that in fact Chi Jiayan did not live to old age. He withered at the best age of a human being, over twenty and under thirty.

At that time, it was because the words were really disgusting and the behavior was too annoying, so he followed him and paid more attention. Who knew that he would be selfless enough to save so many irrelevant people in the end. The god of death did not understand why there were such contradictory souls in the world, and even the spirit beads without impurities were wrapped in sin. It was not until he had seen the whole life of this word spirit that he understood something.

"Don't break the contract." Death God's big hand stroked the back of the head of the person in his arms and whispered.

Can't kill, can't give up, even the future has changed because of this, even if it is a mistake, there is no room for turning around.

Chi Jiayan didn't expect to get such an answer, startled, looked up and asked, "Really?!"

The god of death responded coldly.

He didn't know what his eyes looked like. In short, when Chi Jiayan saw his eyes like this, his stiff body suddenly softened.

The anger in his eyes disappeared, and even the invisible thorns all over his body were obediently put away, this time without him holding him, Chi Jiayan buried his head in his chest again: "I saw the news, You must be busy. So..."

This action is not ugly to show good and apologetic.

"Brother, I'm trying my best to get better." Chi Jiayan didn't go any further, and added in a muffled voice, "Really. When you think about it, you'll know that I'm not lying."

In fact, when he received a job from a local tyrant and faced the insults and contempt of everyone, his anger and desire for revenge were ignited by the person who was holding him. It disintegrates cleanly.

He still remembered that person saying to him, "I can see your potential, and I still have expectations for you." He remembered his younger self, how he had changed step by step, and buried his head and cried hard a game.

After sobering up, he began to think that he should live up to that person's expectations, and he quickly quit all illegal business and began to try to help the weak.

Even if there is only one person in the world who still has hope in him, he has to change.

As long as this person is there, he can hold on.

"Okay." Death said.

The warmth gradually pervaded between them, and the expression on Death's face was calm. Holding this spirit of words made him feel that the fatigue of running around for seven consecutive days was greatly relieved.

Better than the hot springs in his underworld.

Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long.

"Knock, knock," someone tapped lightly on the floor-to-ceiling glass.

The two of them turned back at the same time, only to see a charming woman dressed in sexy clothes entered the yard at an unknown time—the one that Death had seen in the cake shop.

Seeing that they found her, the woman gave a coquettish smile, and most of the scenery wrapped in the suspender skirt was exposed by the movement of bending over.

"Jiajia~" The woman blinked and pointed to the door again to signal them to open.

The god of death lowered his head and saw Chi Jiayan's face suddenly turned very pale beside him, as if he had seen something that made him flustered. He clearly knew the woman.

Death's eyes became colder.

Chi Jiayan went out and opened the door, the woman leaned close to him, then put a white arm on Chi Jiayan's shoulder, and said angrily, "I hate it~ You'll give it to him as soon as possible. I called, how can I not talk about it?"

Chi Jiayan is nearly 1.8 meters tall. Although he is thin, he is tall.

This woman was slightly taller than him wearing high heels. In this posture, she looked like a glamorous royal sister and a little milk dog. If Lu Cheng was here, he would make up a 300,000-word X-X in minutes.

Anyway, how ambiguous it is.

Chi Jiayan was held by the woman's shoulders, but his eyes looked at the god of death, and the anger that had already been lowered just now rose again.

It looks like it's going to fry at any moment.

However, this time, Chi Jiayan's frying hair is obviously not enough, and there is still a faint hopelessness.

"I'm sorry sister." He looked away from the god of death, and turned to the woman, "I haven't had time to tell you that he's back."

Death asked coldly, "Who are you?"

The woman took two steps back sadly, and immediately put on a weak suit: "I thought you would recognize me in the cake shop, but who knows that you really don't remember me. Thanks to me for finding your little lover, day and night. Inquiring about your news, the thousands of years of lingering will be forgotten, you are really ruthless..."

Death narrowed his eyes.

Chi Jiayan bit his lip, and then said softly, "Talk slowly."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and quickly walked past the god of death.

Death took his hand: "Jia Jia."

"Brother, let me go." Chi Jiayan broke free, his voice trembled slightly, and plunged into the room without looking at the god of death.

The style of painting seems to have changed - since the appearance of this woman.

Now Reaper feels like he has fallen into a family love ethics dog blood drama that humans love to watch.

When Death watched Chi Jiayan enter the house, he heard some kind of chewing sound.

The woman had already opened the small box on the Nakajima stage, and of course ate the chocolate brownie that originally belonged to Chi Jiayan.

With a "smack" sound, the god of death swayed and knocked the small box to the ground.

His expression was extremely cold, as if he was looking at a mass of dead objects. He already knew that this woman was definitely not human, and asked again, "Who are you."

The woman was not frightened, but she still made a frightening gesture of "covering her chest": "Why are you still so rude... It really hasn't changed at all, Ling Xiao."

It was not until he heard his name that distant memories gradually emerged.

Death opened his lips and came to a cold conclusion: "Eros."

What came was Huo Xin, the god of love who made people all over the world fall into all kinds of love affairs and made people in the world have sex.

Coincidentally, apart from the fact that Death God had met the God of Love when he was an adult, they had never met in the human world for so many thousand years.

Death is ruthless, naturally loveless, and they shouldn't have the chance to meet.

Because he knew what went wrong, the god of death did not waste his words on useless speculation. Perhaps his changes in the future contributed to this meeting.

With the restart of the horoscope, all new things are happening so unpredictably, he just needs to see the tricks.

The long curly hair was pulled back by the god of love, and she tilted her head slightly: "I hate it, why are you cold, just call someone Huo Xin."

Death only felt a headache.

Why are his subordinates and colleagues so abnormal.

He even feels that the tempering that fate has given him is far more than becoming the god of death, but also giving him so many wonderful things to work with.

"It's okay to be careful." Huo Xin sat on the high stool, and the change of posture made the waves even more prominent. "I won't mind."

"What are you doing here?" Death held back his temper.

"Oh, it's not about you and Jiajia. It's spread all over the God Realm. The god of death and the weak human beings, and the princesses hugging in the crowd are vivid and vivid. Everyone wants to watch the fun." She said, and then filled up again. It is the aftertaste holding his cheeks, "Of course I want to be the first to come. Because..."

"Because of what?" Endure.

Huo Xin's slender fingers hooked, and her expression was provocative, as if she was about to take something out of her low-cut suspender skirt in front of the god of death.

Her tone was seductive and sexy, and she deliberately lowered her upper body to face the god of death: "Because...you were here with me and left the seeds of your love~"

The god of death couldn't bear it, and immediately shot.

He was extremely fast, and he almost became a shadow between the hands, making it impossible to see at all.

And Huo Xin didn't give in too much, every gesture was full of charm. The two fought in an instant, and Huo Xin was finally pressed on the table.

Chi Jiayan came out with a water glass in his hand.

He wanted to come out and see what Death and Huo Xin had said. He even found an excuse, but he was so shocked that he forgot to say anything.

Huo Xin's shoulder straps were half slumped, revealing his fragrant shoulders, his long hair was stuck to his snow-white back, and his whole body was pressed against the table, revealing his curves.

And the god of death was behind her, holding Huo Xin's neck with one hand, and the other hand domineeringly clasped her hands together and pressed them on top of her head, her body was tightly pressed against her, and she didn't know why her face was thinner than usual. It looks a little bloody and has some popularity.

The house was eerily quiet.

The postures of the two on the table were also strangely seductive.

Huo Xin spoke first and said coquettishly, "It hurts so much, Brother Lingxiao, you've overwhelmed others."

Everyone could hear her imitating Chi Jiayan's tone.

The cold air of the god of death surged up in an instant, and even the sky outside the window was overcast.

In the light that suddenly dimmed, I could only hear him say word by word: "You, first, give, me, Hua, male, body."

The author has something to say: The god of love has no gender, and the god of death will tease Jiajia.

Of course he has something to do. Hey hey hey.

Forced to change a key word. so pure. QAQ