"Forget it, I won't smoke anymore." He took two packs of original Lay's potato chips.

"Hey, you quit smoking?" the convenience store owner was surprised.

"What a precept, I just don't want to take it."

"After smoking for so many years, I just don't want to do it anymore."

"If you don't want to, then you don't want to."

"How can you say you won't smoke if you don't smoke if you are used to it?"

"Can't you change your habit?"

"Okay, okay, okay."

When the Blood Demon returned home and looked at the girl, she probably had numbness on her face. She was sitting by the door and her body was wet.

He didn't know what to say, so he pulled up a stool, sat on the side, and turned on the TV. There was a typhoon in the summer, and the outside world was blown topsy-turvy.

Thunder sounded outside the window, illuminating the two people entangled in the room. The girl's neck was covered with scars from him.

He said that if you really make up your mind to die, just tell him and he will suck all her blood.

"Drain my blood now."

The blood demon refused, saying that the current blood was not delicious enough and it had to ferment until it was most fragrant before consuming it.

The girl looked at him blankly, and the two fell asleep hugging each other.

The next day, he was rounded up by people sent by the company, and it was Feng Wuli who finally took action.

The girl was told that she could die, but she had to wait until he came back to do it himself. After living here for so long, she had to pay some rent.

She stared at the swing on the ceiling, dazed all afternoon, and ate the potato chips he brought back last night.

She began to wait, and when the man came back, she would let him drain her blood.

The girl sat in the messy room all day and all night until she got hungry. She used the money he left to buy food.

Clean the house.

The sun rises and sets, rises and sets.

She began to wait for a long time, and she was alone in the apartment.

The moon was so full during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and she was watching it by the window.

He couldn't help but think about whether he was the same person looking at the moon outside the window in his past life.

Where did he go? Will a monster be lonely after living for so many years?

The moon won't give her the answer.

She wanted to ask him before she died when he came back.

Unknowingly, my mind was filled with that person's shadow, and the other person would definitely say impatiently that he was a great blood demon, let alone such a mentally retarded problem.

On the other side of the Xiangjiang River, the Blood Demon also looked up at the moon in the sky.

Girls are not emotionally stable. They always break down and want to go out and die. But in the end, when they think of his words, they always stop.

She can't be so selfish and break her promise.

Since she no longer had to do those activities, she began to go out during the day.

At the vegetable market at eight o'clock in the morning, the sunshine and the noise of the crowd were so close that she seemed to suddenly realize that she was alive.

Why haven't you come back yet?

She didn't know when he would come back, so she lived every day with the mentality that today was the last day.

On sunny days, rainy days, and windy days, she would always silently look at the vacant apartment alone, guarding this small space.

She would think of him whenever she had free time. The world was originally bright, but one day it suddenly darkened. In the darkness, she saw the only light, and all she could do was run toward the light.

Why hasn't he come back yet? She has no place to go. He will never come back again.

This made her start to worry about gains and losses.

The next day, she saw the man coming back. When she saw him again, her heart overflowed with joy and expectation, saying that he could suck her blood dry.

The blood demon approached her, bit her neck with his fangs, and said:

"How come your blood has become so unpleasant to drink?"

Why, it became unpalatable.

The girl burst into tears. She obviously didn't want to die, but she still kept crying.

"Is there somewhere you want to go?"

The girl shook her head blankly.

"Let's stay here."

She choked and nodded, wiping away tears as she looked at the man in front of her.

She felt like she had gained a new life, in this small apartment, in front of this monster that had lived for who knows how many years.

The suppressed emotions that I had been feeling turned into endless crying.

The next day, she stopped crying and smiled beautifully. She was such a cute little girl, but why had she kept a straight face all day long before?

"I went out and found a casual job as a flyer. What do you want to eat tonight? How about sweet and sour pork ribs? I'll buy a rib and come back." She said in a cheerful tone.

The blood demon looked impatient: "It's up to you whether you're annoyed or not."

The girl smiled, didn't care, and pushed the door open.

But at night, after the Blood Demon returned to the apartment, she still hadn't come back.

It was after seven o'clock, after seven-thirty, and until nine o'clock, she still didn't come back.

He went out to look for her and followed the smell of blood to an abandoned construction site, where he buried the cat.

Just a few dozen meters away from where he buried the cat, he smelled her blood underneath.

After a long silence, the Blood Demon dug out a suitcase. After opening the suitcase, the girl, like his cat, had her eyes closed and remained motionless.

…

If I had known earlier, I would have spoken better to you when you went out today.

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I didn’t want to write this at first, but because all the holes have been dug in front of me, I have to fill them in. I can’t pretend that this is no longer the case, so I still write it with a sore face, wuwuwu, I didn’t mean it, I bow and apologize.

, it won’t happen again, you have to believe me.

By the way, let me tell you, the leader who rewards can no longer add more updates. He is really busy with his studies, so there is no need for you to reward, just contribute and subscribe.

I didn’t want to write this at first, but since all the holes have been dug in front of me, I have to fill them in. I can’t pretend that this is no longer the case, so I just write it with a pained face, wuwuwu, I didn’t mean to make a knife.
Chapter completed!