Don't train beautiful girls in a weird direction.

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Chen Mo, what kind of existence is he in her heart?

She had thought about this question for a long time and came up with many answers.

It is a tool, a daily necessity, a servant, and... a friend.

She was unwilling to acknowledge the last option, and the arrogant witch wanted to change it to "a tool of pleasure that must be monopolized."

This is the final answer.

Because she hates contact with men, but has no aversion to Chen Mo at all, so Chen Mo can only be a tool and cannot have human rights.

Because she didn't want the tool to have the chance to be separated from her, and didn't want the tool to have its own thoughts, so Chen Mo had to be dominated by her.

Because there are not many things that can make her happy, Chen Mo is the person who can give her the most pleasure... no, a tool, so Chen Mo must be used to please her.

But now, the development has somewhat exceeded Kiyono Taki's expectations.

The pleasing part... is a bit over the top.

Kiyono Taki touched his still red and swollen drum skin and whimpered.

Unexpectedly, the pain did not seem to disgust her at all. Instead, she was able to experience a feeling she had never experienced before.

"Damn it."

Of course, someone as proud as Kiyono Taki would never admit this.

"Chen Mo...you are mine." When Qingye Taki thought of the boy's face, his eyes instantly became fierce.

"No one can take it away."

"Even the bitch named Chi is not allowed."

"I will kill anyone who dares to rob me. If you try to escape, I will kill you too."

The more she thought about it, the rosier Qingye Taki's cheeks became. The girl hugged her knees in dissatisfaction, buried her head in them, and shrank into a soft cotton ball with the foam on her body. She swayed and slowly sank into the water.

When Furong came out of the water again, the foam on her body had been washed away.

After drying herself, putting on her panda pajamas and walking out of the bathroom, she was still the domineering and cold daughter of the Qingye family.

"Chen Mo, blow my hair..." Qingye Taki shouted habitually,

"hair."

But he found that Chen Mo was gone.

In the empty living room, there were no other figures, no lingering breath, only the white mist drifting from the bathroom, which liquefied on the ceiling of the living room, dripped onto the girl's already wet black hair, and slid down to her blushing neck.

"whispering sound."

She would not feel lost, because she was the Kiyono Taki who was given authority by God, the most noble Kiyono Taki.

However, the noble Kiyono Taki saw the steaming milk.

After a moment of hesitation, the girl picked up the milk. She would drink it every night since the first day she met Chen Mo.

Still out of habit, her lips had already pressed against the wall of the cup, ready to drink it all in one gulp.

However, the moment she felt the sweetness, she took the milk away with disgust.

Without that person, it doesn't taste good at all.

It turns out that she doesn't like drinking milk at all.

"Crack!"

The next moment, the glass containing milk shattered on the ground along with the milk.

"You're being too sentimental." Qingye Taki snorted coldly, stepped over the glass shards and returned to the bedroom.

The moment she entered the master bedroom, she paused, her small steps stagnant and a little chaotic.

"Not this."

With the intention of escaping, Kiyono Taki quickly entered the second bedroom nearby.

My hair wasn't blow-dried, but I had already dried it with a towel, so I didn't care.

Kiyono Taki turned on all the lights, and the bedroom was so bright that it gave people the illusion that day and night were reversed.

She curled up in the bed, grabbed the top edge of the quilt to cover her mouth and nose, leaving only a pair of almond-shaped eyes exposed.

Kiyono Taki actually can't sleep for very long at night. She often makes up for her sleep during the day, which is why she is so sleepy.

Today I am alone again.

Usually, Chen Mo would fall asleep on the sofa in the villa.

Kiyono Taki curled up into a small ball in the quilt, and the Kiyono Taki in the quilt and the Kiyono Taki outside the quilt seemed to be two different people.

She would also be afraid under the quilt, for example, she would be afraid of the dark.

She hates darkness, the darkness in people's hearts, the darkness in the world. Why can't all people be upright? Why can't the world be filled with only sunshine?

“Sizzle, sizzle…”

Suddenly, the light bulb above my head flickered.

Kiyono Taki subconsciously shrank into the bed, thinking that what happened yesterday was going to happen again.

After a while, she poked her head out again, and seemed fine...

But when she looked at the light bulb above her head again-

The street light outside the window suddenly went out.

Before Kiyono Taki could react, a surprised voice was about to come out.

"Stab!"

The light bulb above my head went out.

"It's okay...it's just one..."

"Stab, stab!"

There was a flash, and then all the light went out.

"Woo..."

Kiyono Taki's eyes widened. Reason told her that it was no big deal, but the anxiety in her heart was like the valve of a pressure cooker, rising all the way, releasing the warning pressure.

Looking around, it was all pitch black.

She is night blind.

I can't see anything.

First, she curled up, not daring to move her limbs at all. She kicked away the blanket that had just been in the safe room. She leaned back and touched the cold wooden board.

"what!"

He shrank back as if frightened again.

The hand that fell down touched the pillow, and the disgusting softness spread like maggots. The blackness around seemed to solidify and transform into mimic ghosts...

They all wanted to eat her.

With a bloody mouth, crawling out of the grave.

Her mother and father, with their horrible, ugly, bloody mouths, wrote her epitaph on the tombstone called darkness...

"No, don't come here!"

"Lights, turn on the lights...quickly..."

She was like a deer running through a thorn field. Everything she touched felt like being pricked by thorns. She endured the excruciating pain of vomiting and fainting, groped for the light switch, and began hammering it frantically.

"It can't be opened! Why, why can't it be opened!"

"I do not want..."

There was a tremor in the witch's voice, and a cry that was already brewing in her belly.

"Open it! Why not!"

Kiyono Taki's voice was hoarse, like a baby crying.

The evil spirit has already pounced on me.

The girl fell to the foot of the bed at some point and curled up pitifully like a hunched cat.

Her pride is worthless.

The evil spirits were gnawing at her limbs and hollowing out her heart. She raised her head, tears streaming from her lifeless pupils. The pain of thousands of ants gnawing at her heart invaded her meridians and blood vessels inch by inch, freezing her blood, and then melting and drying it with fire, turning her into a mummy...

She struggled desperately, flailing her limbs and savagely tearing at everything she could touch...

But, nothing seems to work, she seems destined to be corrupted by darkness... to be invaded, her nobility is not worth mentioning, she is a child abandoned by light...

"Miss!"

Suddenly, it was as if I heard a warm call from the center of Antarctica, the place where all things die.

"Miss, look here."

"Chen Mo!"

Grasping at straws,

"Chen Mo, don't go, don't leave me..."

The boy held a night light and hugged the arrogant witch tightly in his arms.

The witch looked at the night light, which illuminated her heart.

"Don't be afraid, Miss. It's just a power outage."

"I do not go."

"It's better if you don't leave, it's better if you don't leave..."

"You're mine! Mine!"