"What to find," An Fei sneered at him coldly, sneering, "Are you memories of your presumption?"

Yu Feichen thought about it, and it was right to say this. He leaned close to An Fei, and the strong attack prop appeared quietly in the air, and the cold tip of the knife pressed against his throat.

Yu Feichen's expression did not change at all.

"It's not an outrage," he said.

An Fei asked lightly: "What is it?"

What is it?

Yu Feichen found that he could not answer this question.

Starting from the pheromones of Eternal Mid Flower, again and again, what does it mean? What do you get?

Yu Feichen lowered his eyes and looked at An Fei.

In the night, An Fei's outline was familiar with him.

It seemed as if the words were revealed without thinking. He had never thought about this, but when he said it, it was as if he was stating the facts of the past.

"I want to get close to you," he said to himself.

Everything always made some strange requests, and Anfi's eyelashes trembled unnaturally, and looked away at him and said, "Isn't it close enough now?"

As if he couldn't bear the blade that was against his neck, he continued to lean towards An Fei.

The blade brushed very close to the neck, and Yu Feichen curled the corners of his lips. Why, he was dumb and Anfei would take it away.

After all, there seems to be only one property.

...There is only one thing, and when the blade cuts Yu Feichen's neck, An Fei thought.

Although the troublesome thing in front of you is complete, what would happen if you posted something like that again?

In the dream, the scene of trying to make him stand in front of him again emerged again.

It seemed as if a dream phantom was separated by him, he looked at Yu Feichen.

In a trance, Yu Feichen's existence was far away again.

Dongdong.

Anfei's heart beat twice uneasy.

Yu Feichen easily removed the dagger from An Fei's hand.

The next moment, a kiss that was much lighter and much more lingering than before fell, and Yu Feichen finally remembered his idea of ​​"improving".

I can't feel any meaning of presumption or possession, as if it was true as I said before, just wanting to get closer and closer.

It is best to even disappear, like pouring one cup of water into another. It will coexist completely and forever.

The phantom in the dream gradually faded away in this ubiquitous kiss like warm water.

But it doesn't stop with kissing.

The dangerous atmosphere gradually spreads and grows.

When they were separated for a while, Yu Feichen looked at An Fei.

He loves everyone, including you, Yu Feichen understands this. Most of the time, he also gets used to it. He wants to permeate the gentleness in the previous kiss throughout, but in such a quiet and memory-lost night, the night is like dark ink swallowing everything, and there is no one in the world of gods. Only him.

He saw his hopeless nature again, and his soul was covered with dark thorns.

He insisted on seeing tears falling with long and fragile eyelashes, and seeing the mist wet the flawless silver hair - he imagined crushing Him like the night crushing the moon.

An Fei's silver hair was scattered on the pillow, and he suppressed his breathing with a hurry. The coldness and lushness were intertwined in the dim candlelight, and the memory was blank. The only rulers of him was the king and the master's high-ranking nature. At the beginning, he could refuse Yu Feichen to the abyss of empty joy.

So Yu Feichen bit his god who had not yet fallen from the clouds with a crazier and more resonant force like a wolf dog that had not caught his prey.

He told every change in Anfei's body, from resisting to forced acceptance, to weak trembling, and weak and hot breathing.

At this time, An Fei has never been able to deal with him.

The most candle was also extinguished.

In the complete darkness, the obsessed became more and more obsessed, and the sober became more and more sober.

An Fei knelt down, and his silver hair spread out to cover his side face. His body was shaking and about to fall down, but Yu Feichen, who was on his back, was tightly clamped.

But a faint smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his lips.

He suddenly remembered the ancient admonition that the status of the monarch was never established by struggle, and his authority was presented to the ruler himself.

There seemed to be similar, ambiguous and chaotic scenes vaguely emerged in my mind. Yu Feichen liked to deprive him of everything in his body, but the situation between the soul and the body was actually completely opposite.

A person who intends to transgress has nowhere to escape, and he is never the one who is controlled by others.

Anfei felt satisfied.

——In the breath of everything, he fell peacefully into the abyss.

It took a long time for Yu Feichen to let go of An Fei who was completely lost.

Not only did Anfei still not have enough hands, but at this time it seemed that she had no control of her body, leaning softly on his shoulders.

The soft and hot breath brushed across Yu Feichen's ears, and the light and vague voice was like an unconscious murmur: "Xiao Yu..."

Yu Feichen kissed An Fei's ear intermittently and gently, signaling him to listen.

Anfi: "Will you... leave again?"

Yu Feichen's movements paused.

"I haven't left," he said.

An Fei seemed to chuckled gently, raised her fingers and gently smoothed Yu Feichen's hair.

Then he leaned completely against Yu Feichen and did not move by himself anymore.

Yu Feichen hugged him in the bathroom in the room. By the way, he calculated the sleep time that Anfei had obviously not enough.

never mind.

The circus was completely in contact with Murphy. Although Murphy always looked like she was sleep-deprived, Yu Feichen felt that he could continue to hold on for a while.

Half past the next afternoon, Anfei slowly opened her eyes.

This time it was much better than last time, so I didn't say coldly: "You are arguing against me."

Yu Feichen: "Good afternoon."

Anfei: "…"

Anfei closed her eyes again.

Yu Feichen: "What did you remember?"

Anfei didn't answer.

This attitude made Yu Feichen understand that it was not because he remembered something, but because he was just worried about his belongings and didn't want to see them.

It was not until the toiletries and breakfast were placed beside the bed that An Fei looked at Yu Feichen again.

His eyes were still faint, but he seemed a little warmer than yesterday.

"Yu Feichen." An Fei read the word Yu Feichen lightly.

"It's me." Yu Feichen kissed his forehead: "Do you remember anything else?"

An Fei shook her head slowly, and a moment she frowned slightly: "Xiao Yu."

After asking a few more times, An Fei remembered his word "王" and could also vaguely remember several worlds they had experienced together.

Although it is not clear, it is limited to realizing that it is him who is together, but it has improved. His own improvement has immediate results, and Yu Feichen feels satisfied. In order to allow An Fei to continue to recover, he still has to continue to look for feasible improvements.

What made him even more good is that until now Anfi has not remembered what Murphy did.

"He painted ugly," said Yu Feichen.

Anfei's intuition did not protest this sentence.

‌Yang is about to set foot.

There are more than thirty new faces in the circus, and we are at peace for the time being.

Of course, there were also sporadic preys that met the conditions entered the camp and began to attack their companions, intending to get advanced props. In the end, they all received Gatlin's salvation.

Murphy was anxiously drawing cards one by one, and the cards were scattered all over the ground again.

"The child is out of salvation," Shina said to the doctor in despair. "Doctor, you claim to be a brain doctor, do you have any opinions?"

The doctor looked at Murphy: "Sorry, this seems to be out of my treatment. But he seems to be deceiving himself with some superstitious behavior."

When all the cards were drawn, Murphy could no longer bear it: "Is Yu Feichen sucking fish? He didn't seem to say he wouldn't come during the day, right? I must see him."

"Tsk." said the doctor, "that the symptom can be solved by hanging him on the street light."

"Hehe, hang up."

"Tie it up..."

The doctor leaned against the railing. After a day and night, he seemed a little tired, took off his gold-width glasses and wiped them meticulously with a clean velvet cloth.
To be continued...