Flail Awn saw Gadros's past in the crystal of Tenchong The Ghost, as well as the ending of her lost eye.
While she was showering, she had been thinking about whether she should ask Gadros about her eye. She had asked him once in the Sky Garden, but Gadros clearly didn't want to talk to her. Now that the situation was very different, there should be a chance to get some information out of him, right?
She had several drafts in her mind, and she was waiting to ask him when she went out. However, she didn't expect that when she opened the door and saw the scene in the room, the words that were rolling in her throat suddenly fell back down.
Gadros leaned against the bed and fell asleep.
She stood at the bathroom door for a while, sighed softly, and walked over quietly. She squatted by the bed and looked at him.
Gadros was a bit of a contradictory person. He was obviously young, but he always gave people the feeling that he was looking down on all living things, making people involuntarily submit to him. Perhaps his bright golden eyes were too full of arrogance, so when people looked into his eyes, they couldn't help but tremble. In the end, they would turn their heads away in embarrassment.
However, he was actually very pure. White was white, and black was black. He never blurred his attitude, whether he hated or liked, he never hid his thoughts.
When he first saw Flail Awn, his eyes were full of contempt. Now, when he faced her again, his eyes were always filled with a unique joy that he couldn't detect.
Thinking of this, Flail Awn couldn't help but reach out and poke his face.
Gadros didn't sleep much for the past few days because he was looking for her. Now that he finally found her, he relaxed and couldn't help but close his eyes to rest. In the end, he didn't pay attention and fell asleep.
Flail Awn poked him twice, and when she saw that he didn't respond at all, her courage increased by more than a little. She focused all her attention on the black star under his eyes.
She couldn't explain why she was so obsessed with this star. From time to time, she wanted to uncover the star to see what was hidden underneath. Vaguely, her subconscious told her that as long as she uncovered the star, her relationship with Gadros would no longer be so simple.
However, Gadros seemed to be quite resistant to others touching the stars under his eyes. Even the Flail Awn, who was closest to him, could not touch his hidden heart.
Flail Awn carefully glanced at the Gadros who had half of his face buried in the scarf. He was quite cute.
She couldn't help but rub her fingers together as she cautiously and calmly extended her fingers towards the stars.
When her slightly cold fingertips touched the edge of the star, her eyelids trembled and she hesitated.
Isn't it a bad idea to take advantage of someone's perilous state? Cattellus must have had his reasons for not showing it to her. Would it not seem too tyrannical and unreasonable if she tore apart his secret while he was asleep, without giving him a chance to protest?
Her mind struggled for half a minute, but she still lost in the end.
She sighed secretly and thought that she was really done for. She didn't seem to have such deep feelings for him before, and she didn't know when she had given him her heart.
She carefully recalled that at first, she just didn't like him. Later, when she found out that such an arrogant person like him actually had the virtue of carefully protecting others, she felt that something was wrong … Speaking of which, Gadros, the closer she was to him, the easier it seemed to be to be attracted to him. Moreover, she would always unknowingly feel that he was special, and then get poked in the heart.
You're really amazing, Gadros.
She curled her lips, retracted her hand, and hesitantly moved her face closer, carefully observing Gadros' peaceful face.
He was born good looking, and the experimenters in the Sacred Space must have deliberately made him perfect. After all, he was their only God. Therefore, she could give him nine points for his appearance. She didn't give him ten points because the full score was nine points. Thank you.
Flail Awn laughed. After confirming that she had really fallen for him this time, she raised her head and gently kissed his stars.
The next moment, the man who was supposed to be asleep quickly reached out and held the back of her head.
"Jia …" She opened her eyes wide, wanting to accuse him of pretending to be asleep.
"Want to see?" The man who said that he was pretending to be asleep was a little hoarse, which was caused by a lack of sleep for a few days. A pair of golden eyes quietly stared at her.
She was stunned, and used all her strength to prop herself up, trying to keep her lips as far away from his face as possible. She deliberated and said, "In the future, there will be plenty of time."
What she meant was that they had plenty of time in the future, and they weren't in a hurry.
There was a long silence.
He suddenly pressed her head down, closed his eyes, and kissed her firmly.
The growing young man's breath was like the dew that had been deposited for a night under the rising sun. It was so clean and clear that it could make one's heart flutter. She wanted to hold the clothes on his shoulders tightly, but she was afraid that if she used a little strength, she would crush the clear and transparent dewdrop that seemed to be fragile.
However, the dewdrop didn't take this threat to heart at all. His breath slowly became heavier, and his sharp canine teeth drew across a territory that he had never explored before. It was unfamiliar, but it was tempting enough.
His nerves that had been tense for many years finally seemed to be completely relaxed at this moment. He was a little unsatisfied, and his left hand slid down to hold her waist. With a strong force of his wrist, he pulled her onto the bed.
The girl's fresh fragrance that had just come out of the bath faintly spread to the tip of his nose, like some kind of indescribable catalyst. His breathing stopped, and soon, he pressed down on her almost greedily. Deeper, deeper, and deeper.
The black hair band had fallen to the side at some point, and his long hair was scattered all over. It fluttered next to her reddened ears, tickling them.
She moaned softly like a kitten.
"Flail Awn." He suddenly stopped and called her name.
For Gadros, names were very, very important. Other than Grey, there were very few people who could make him focus on calling out that person's name. Perhaps it was because he had been instilled with the idea that "Gods don't need to remember the names of mortals" since he was young, and it was difficult for him to call out other people's names properly.
But Flail Awn was different.
"… Hmm?"
She still hadn't recovered, and her eyes were watery. Her fingers had unknowingly grabbed the long hair that had slipped down from the side of his shoulder.
"Do you want to see?" he asked.
She blinked, and her thoughts were still in a mess. "See what?"
Perhaps it was because her rare obedient look was too rare, he laughed in a hoarse voice. His right hand groped around the bedsheet and clasped her five fingers. He slowly led her hand to stop on his face, next to the black star.
"Look at the star." He emphasized. "My star."
She was stunned, and her chest trembled violently.
Her white fingertips tightly clasped the corner of the star. The man locked her gaze and didn't relax at all. He held her hand and slowly uncovered the black star sticker.
The five-pointed skin that had been under the airtight sticker all year round was abnormally white. However, it was precisely on that small area that was almost negligible that there was a sudden black spot.
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