But now,

Packaging it in a gift box is useless.

She thought that the person agreed to come back, but now she thought about it that she was thinking too much, after all, he never said that he would come back.

It's a pity that the design surprise.

Seeing the girl's absent-minded look, Aner couldn't understand the complicated emotions. He just thought about being an inspirational and caring robot, so he asked, "Are you in a bad mood?"

"Why isn't it good?" Ranbai casually, "It's very good."

Aner: "…"

The world that is not a robot is very difficult to understand.

It doesn't look that good, but why do you want to say it's good?

Is it so popular now that the right words are so disgusting?

Aner was stuck for a long time before he asked intermittently: "You... now according to humans, it's already a rest time. Don't you sleep?"

"Wait for someone." Ranbai said, reaching out and knocking Aner, "Be quiet."

Maybe this person can't wait.

Ranbai's eyes looked at the heavy night outside with a light color, as if it was a dark ocean that could drown everything, without any light or figure.

…

Is it the dim light in the ward that keeps floating, or is the sound of the pointer moving constantly?

"Don't think about anything, relax, there is no need to be vigilant..." The low and pleasant voice seemed to come from another world, like the clearest symphony, in the rhythmic knock, unreasonable seduction and deception.

The person sitting on the chair only felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, so heavy that he seemed to be unable to open it, so he had to slowly close his eyes.

"You are very good, you have no worries anymore. Now you are watching at home..."

Is it the dust that keeps floating in the light that is open?

The half-pulled curtains were still shaking gently by the wind.

Everything seemed drowsy.

It's like a magic that makes people relax and alert, with unreasonable peace of mind.

Si Jin stood up straight, looked at the patient, and his tone was plain: "Okay."

The long eyelashes covered the bottom of the eyes, and the bottom of the eyes was a little blue-black, and the side face was as handsome as before.

The night outside the window is dark and the lights and shadows in the room are dim.

Gu Yu breathed a sigh of relief and smiled helplessly: "I was negligent this time. You are also very good at creating dreams..." After a pause, he said, "But, have you... still had nightmares recently?"

Si Jin lifted his eyes, then turned his eyes sideways, his tone was gentle, neither denying nor confirming: "It's fine, that's it."

Gu Yu: "..."

"After all, I am your private psychologist, what's your attitude?"

"Oh?" Si Jin raised his eyebrows, his tone was very light, and he slowly said: "If you have any problems, you still need to find a psychologist?"

Gu Yu: "..."

I can't talk about this day.

"You're going back so late?" Gu Yu looked at the time and raised his chin to Si Jin, "If it really doesn't work, just make do with it?"

Si Jin paused, then lowered his eyes silently and looked at the time.

It was 1:20 a.m.

It's already past.

It seems to be late.

But there seems to be no need to agree, after all, it is just a slightly familiar stranger.

The boy's eyes were dazed for a moment, like a ripples splashing in the quiet deep sea, and finally returned to calm. He reached out and pulled his tie, turned his face sideways, and his slender and fair fingers were casually placed on the back of the chair beside him, and he refused in a low voice: "No. I'll leave now."

"Okay." Gu Yu did not force himself to keep anyone, but just asked casually: "Have you contacted you recently?"

"No." Si Jin couldn't say a few words to anyone, his natural coldness.

"Tsk, I don't know where I went..."

While Gu Yu was talking, Si Jin had already walked out and took off his white coat and draped it with a long black windbreaker on his body. His sense of abstinence was not diminished, but he had a little more evil spirit.

Inexplicably decadent in the night.

Gu Yu subconsciously frowned and muttered: "Why... something seems wrong recently?"

…

"Da, da, da..." is the sound of time passing by little by little.

The night clock was already ringing at twelve o'clock in the morning.

The empty villa is as deserted as ever.

…

Aner saw the girl indifferently disassembled the box wrapped in the cake, and opened her metal eyes, "Hey, what are you doing to disassemble it? Isn't it for Mr. Si?"

"No." Ranbai threw the packaging box aside, his tone was plain: "I thought too much, and time passed, I'll give it to myself."

Except for the moment at midnight.

It doesn't make sense after any minute.

The knife and fork flashing silver under the light were inserted into the cake, with a pleasing and noble feeling, Feng Luo was trembling with fear, "Su, host..."

"Is there something wrong?" Ranbai said, taking a bite.

The soft and glutinous cake melts on the tip of the tongue, and there is no taste that the cake should have at all. It's so bitter.

Tsk.

"Host, are you... angry?" Feng Luo was about to kneel down. He never thought that he would encounter such a bad thing after coming out of the Demon Dream World, and he would not let Tong worry about it day by day.

"No." Ranbai's words were true, with a piece of just-cut cake inserted into a knife and fork: "What's there to be angry about?"

"I thought you were angry with the official (⊙﹏⊙)."

Ran Bai was silent for a second and smiled softly, "He has lost his memory, and it is not his choice. I promised him that he will come to him, so how could he give up on him so easily?"

"That's mine that I gave me. Whoever wants to rob me will kill him." The silver lights of knife and fork collided, and the flashing light was inexplicably chilling. Feng Luo listened to Ran Bai and said in a calm tone: "There is no other way. The things I want can only be put in my arms. I understand?"

Feng Luo didn't speak.

"He is a dream maker, and he should be clearer than anyone else about the difference between reality and dreams, but he can willingly sink into the dream for me, even if the final outcome may be destruction and desolation." Ranbai's tone was very light: "If it weren't for me, he wouldn't have lost his memory. He should be the existence of the bright and bright moon, and then tear down the dream indifferently, rather than like now."

"After all, I'll pull him in first. He's mine, so I have to be responsible for him." The cake was put in his mouth, and it tasted bitter and astringent, but Ranbai didn't mean to stop and ate it bite by bit. "If I just give up on him like this, then how shallow my love is? It's just that."

After thinking about it, Ranbai smiled again, "When I didn't say anything, you are a system and don't understand."

Feng Luo: "...Who said I don't understand!"
Chapter completed!