"..." Yun Si coughed lightly, "I don't want to do anything."
Say it like she's a hooligan.
The monster didn't speak, as if he didn't want to expose her. If she didn't take the initiative, he took the initiative himself.
Hold her, and bring her sticky to the bed.
【I want to kiss. 】 He said.
He wanted to be with her forever, forever and ever.
Yun Si was pushed down again, and then he pressed up.
【I think...】
"Grunt...Grunt..."
Comes from the depths of the universe, the extremely ups and downs and desolate voice, singing like a sea monster, low, silent and hot.
Stars flicker, fire shuttles, and countless debris floats in the vast black hole.
The black hole vortex is constantly expanding and devouring, sucking everything around into it.
In front of it, the human soul is only a weak and helpless existence like a speck of dust.
The deep and sudden fall, the feeling of weightlessness is frightening and bewildering.
Falling into the boundless depths of darkness, she couldn't hold on to anything, there was no life-saving straw, and no place to land, only the endless coldness in the depths of darkness accompanied her.
Sensory closure.
The soul gradually fainted.
"Hm...hot..."
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In the early years, he lived a monotonous and boring life, lonely and numb, not knowing the passage of time, and never looking forward to the future.
Time was just a series of numbers to him—numbers that he never cared about.
It was never him who could be bound by cold numbers.
He is free from everything in the universe and is not bound by any rules—maybe the Chuangshi God abandoned him, or maybe it was the supreme gift that the Chuangshi God gave him due to his negligence.
He doesn't care, and never pays attention, he just wants to be with his Bosria, just want to, always guard her.
Such a simple wish, he thought he could keep realizing it forever.
But he didn't want to—he neglected his own immortality, and he ignored...
Human life is short.
Incomparably short, like a meteor flashing across the sky, only a blink of an eye—
is gone.
Life, with the passage of time, is counting down—time can’t bind him, can’t change him, but it is ruthlessly pointing the sharp blade at his Bosria.
She is aging little by little, in the passage of time.
The fine lines at the corners of the eyes appeared shallowly, the skin on the hands slowly became thin and loose, and the various organs of the body became stiff and decayed under the merciless knife of time.
She is getting old, under the effect of the string of time that he ignored.
Although she always smiles and never mentions the change of her age, thirty years old, forty years old, fifty years old...
In the peaceful and happy time, he became too dull, stupid and stupid, suddenly unaware of the cruelty of time passing.
Television often shows the life and death of people, and human culture also regards aging and death as the end of human life. He has seen it, but he always scoffs at it.
Until, suddenly one day—he found a few strands of white hair hidden in Yun Si's smooth and beautiful black hair.
White hair symbolizes that she is getting old. Even though she is aging much slower than ordinary people, she is still unable to resist—the rule of time, the rule of nature.
Her life has an end, which means that one day, time will take her away.
Take her away from him.