National School Prince Is A Girl

Two o'clock in the morning.

The thick fog rises outside the window.

Outside the villa, under the street lights, the bats did not disperse.

Lou fell asleep on the bed.

Shen didn't even realize that the person who was hugging her sleeping had disappeared at this time.

Rose aroma is very strong.

It seems to be mixed with the rust of rust.

One of them turned into a child and knelt in front of Bo Yin on one knee: "The young master's side started on the 10th, and there was a fan meeting in Milan on the 8th, and the lady has been added to the list."

Bo Yin's lazy "um" spit out the blood bag on his mouth.

The child stood up and raised his head, saying: "Why didn't the king make me look like the young master when he was a child? In this case, the king wouldn't have to explain it. The queen's memory is gone. The king can make a paragraph for her. No human can accept that he is no longer a human being. This is what Wang said. "

Bo Yin's pale, slender fingers clasped the black umbrella. Unlike the daytime, at this time, he had no temperature in his eyes, which was born.

He smiled, faintly evil: "Only nine can't be, that's our child."

"What about the memory?" The child's cheeks puffed up, and he still didn't understand.

Bo Yin threw the blood bag into the trash bin: "Not even more."

"Why?" Children have always killed people. For them, humans are just food, not to mention human memory.

The thin, invisible shape, a black trench coat, fluttering in the wind: "Because she has me in her memory, the memory made is fake."

The child understood a little, but he always couldn't understand why Wang loves a human being so much.

He used to say that it was because of body temperature.

It can be used to resurrect a human being.

Let yourself be awakened.

Absolutely not just because of body temperature.

Bo Yin does not need to explain his feelings to anyone.

Bloodlines.

This is always the case.

What's more, he is not someone else, but Bo Yin.

If there is no sign of his family Jiuye.

Perhaps, this world will be left alone.

Now, she just lost her memory.

Obviously it was still under the street lamp last second.

It will appear next to the bed in the next second.

This is also one of the abilities of the blood race, teleport.

In this way, he is willing to cover up all for one person.

Bo Yin does not know what human love looks like.

Long after she picked him back.

He didn't want to let go of this person anymore.

Bo Yin lay quietly back on the bed and reached out to hug her from behind.

I thought she was still talking.

But he heard a sentence in his ear: "Isn't it cold for you to go out so late?"

Bo Yin flicked her fingers, then opened her long hair and smiled, "It's cold, when did you find me missing?"

"Just." Lou Luo looked over.

Bo Yin hugged people and lowered his voice: "I'm afraid you are hungry, and I cooked the noodles for you."

I thought it was just his words.

When Lou Luo was brought to the dining table with people and thins, there was indeed a bowl of noodles: "Braised?"

"Don't you like it?" Bo Yin let her sit in her arms.

"No." Lou Luo was not very used to such intimacy: "Are you going to sit opposite?"

"The other side is too cold." Bo Yin took her chopsticks and gave her: "Try it?"

Lou Luo smiled shallowly: "Don't you only cook noodles?"

"Yes." Bo Yin put her chin on her shoulder, and said casually: "If you want to eat something else, I can learn."

Lou Luo's heart moved, lowering his eyes and drinking a sip of soup: "No, this is fine."