My third visitor today is the one I was most worried about.
After a modest knock, an inquiry flew in with a plundered voice, "Will you stay awake", so I rushed to tell her that I was conscious.
Jill may have worried too because I lost my mind in my arms. And Jill's voice seemed kind of spicy.
If you prompt me to go ahead, open the door without letting your hair in. As expected, green hair pops into view.
Jill, who tended to lean slightly and stepped into the room, looked at me and relaxed her upper lid just a little for a relief look. Still, your complexion is barely clear.
"... Jill?
"... Dear Liz"
"Please, did you?
Even as you approach, your nearest face remains covered in dark clouds. The quiet expression was distorted to be annoyed by something.
Standing by my hipster's bed doesn't change that. Ning Ro, look at me. It looks spicy, my eyes lie down.
If you urge them to sit next to you with your gaze, Jill sits next to you while you lean down.
"... I just came to cremate you. Assuming he's a father."
"Ah..."
"I can't bury you anywhere."
Speaking quietly, it's terribly pale. On the contrary, it highlighted Jill's troubles.
"... it's not like I've never killed anyone before."
A small grunt stains the quiet indoors so that it can be dispersed by exhalation. It sounded similar to a sigh of sigh, and it reached my ear well, though it was a slight one.
To a confession that I didn't have much edge with, half-reflexively slipping Jill's gaze, Jill has her fingers together over her legs and items. From me, I can't see the look on your face.
"Dear Liz, I didn't kill you, but after that, whoever was after Liz was handling it. In order to protect you, I took many lives."
"... mine, because of?
"No, this is what I did on my own."
Jill, who only somewhat clearly denies it there, slowly looks up.
The tense expression, which cannot be said to be the face as usual, distorted me with such momentum that when my gaze matched, I cried and sounded freshly. Beautiful faces are undoubtedly sad and likely to overflow.
"... I thought you were familiar. And yet... I put my real father in this hand, and that alone makes me so... painful"
"That's natural,"
"It's not.... I was justifying the murder under the big name of protecting Master Liz. It's painful because you recognize you killed your father for me."
How she perceived me as hardening, Jill moves her tight cheeks in pieces and smiles. I don't know if it's a good one to describe as a smile, a painful one.
I don't usually look that spicy... I don't know how. Even if you want to deny that's not true, that would only sound like a flimsy word to Jill.
To me losing my words, Jill just lowers her eyebrows and gives me a cramped grin.
"And I'm... more afraid of you than I am of killing my father... because Master Liz hates me"
Jill, with a grin of self-derision, gently reaches out to my cheek. Where I was about to touch her, Jill made me keep her from touching her, and she was about to cry even though she was laughing.
"I'm afraid I've been seen killing you more than killing people. I'm afraid you'll hate me.... a terrible man, isn't he?
To Jill, who smiled masochistically, I looked straight at him.
"... Jill"
Maybe it's been eight years since I've done this.
I reach out to Jill, who drops her face and bites her lips. It would be easy for Jill to refuse this slow motion.
But Jill didn't let it be slight and accepted my hand as it was.
I can't say very well, is it in the cup or not? I invite Jill to such a thin, sleek mountain that I can't seem to call it a protuberance.
Gentler than cuddling a doll, that's what wraps the child around, gently holding Jill. I rubbed my trembling back gently, making sure my green hair fit in my arm.
Each other is growing incomparable with that time.
Jill's body succeeded and grew bigger, as she developed irregularities whispering to my body. Even the back, it's wide. With a tight feel, I can see that.
But now Jill felt... awful, small.
"I don't hate or despise you. Never."
To me, Jill, a very dear man. I want you on my side, and I want you to accept me.
Unless you leave Jill, I'll probably be on your side the whole time. Even Jill wants to think she won't leave me.
You can't hate Jill like that.
Jill looks up.
I glanced slightly at the face lifted in slow motion.
When did you shake it, when you saw Jill crying?
It's not a voice, it's just a quiet tear in your eyes, Jill shaking your body. Cui's eyes, stretched with tear membranes, are very clear, with complex emotions shaking behind his eyes.
Wiping droplets dripping down your cheeks with your index finger joints further distorts your face and makes you cry zero.... Don't cry, I can't say anything. But I don't want you to cry like this.
Jill, and call his name small and slap him gently on the back. Like I used to do, Tong, Tong, in a certain rhythm.
"... I'm on your side."
Even if your hands were dirty.
Because it must be my fault. I won't go away or anything like that. All of it, I'll accept it.
Because Jill is my loved one.
To me leaning in mercy, Jill glances at me as she gives birth to Shizuku. I'm sorry, and a plundering voice hit me lightly in the ear.
It was not until a moment later that Cui could be recognized as imminent.
I felt the feeling of damp meat on my lips and understood what was happening to me for the first time.
Hmm, and a voice like a hook rings in the back of my throat. From the point of contact, the heat exchanges. I could see my cheeks getting progressively hotter, not just my lips.
Lips that mix with moisture just touch. Even though that's all it is, my heart hurts because of emotions that are different from fear and sadness.
For the first time today, Jill draws attention to me and puts it in my arms. When the soft parts of the lips touch, they share the heat.
I felt somewhere else HR even though I felt my heartbeat quicken. It's too sudden, and it's the status quo that hasn't been able to take anything.
"Jill......?
Jill accepts me for leaving my face and losing strength. Now it's going to be a form of me flexing on my chest, but I can't afford to care about that.
My face, it's hot.
Jill stays put, hands around my back, and comes cuddling. From the sticky cheeks, a quick heartbeat came through.
"... Dear Liz. May I stay on your side...?
I nod slowly to my begging eyes and anxious, rocking voice somewhere.
That would be obvious.
Jill is my squire.
Jill, relieved by her neck, loosened her eyes and let her share the heat again, but... I never refused.
Jill seems to have held me tight for a while and calmed down, smiling and leaving the room behind.
... I fall into bed with Potent as it is.
What shall we do?
... I allowed my lips as they were asked, but that was a normal kiss, wasn't it? Not on the back of your hand, cheeks or nose, but on your lips. It's a mouse to mouse. You can kiss.
I was overwhelmed by the atmosphere, was that a good thing? No, because it was an irresistible atmosphere.
Normally, you can't, you look at the lips with your fingertips that share the heat, and it reminds you of the sensation of mouthing.
It wasn't an adult kiss, or something, so was it okay? Just touching, something. It wasn't sweet or anything, but if it was just the taste, it was soggy. That's because Jill was crying.
When I gently stroke my lips, I remember the illusion that the soft feeling touched me again, and I get embarrassed.
... Nothing, I won't detain you for the first time or anything, but it's good.
But normally, I don't think you can kiss a girl who's about to get attacked. In the sense of being scratched, Jill is the same.
Even if they make me Jill, I'm not afraid. That's all I understood.... Weird.