Shen Zhizhi looked at him calmly.
His fingers gently picked up a piece of mirror fragment.
He gestured to the boy kneeling on the ground.
From her angle, the protruding tip of the mirror was the boy's slender, white neck.
The boy's peach blossom eyes are embellished with heterochromia, making them even more enchanting and attractive.
The damp color made him look like an ignorant succubus.
A quirky and pretty face, wantonly beautiful.
He wished someone could hold him down, play with him harshly, make him cry, and make his eyes wet with tears.
There were no waves in Shen Zhizhi's heart, only endless coldness.
This is not her baby.
This is a knock-off, a fake.
It is the virus of this copy, the other one that cannot be described.
"You can't kill me."
The boy's soft black hair slightly covered his thin eyebrows, and the thick red at the corners of his eyes was even more gorgeous and passionate. "Sister."
Shen Zhizhi lowered his body, and the sharp fragments of the mirror pierced deeply into his eyebrows.
The fragments sank in, but there was no blood.
His peach blossom eyes were curved softly, and there was something enchanting in them. "Sister, it's useless. I'm different from those losers. I won't die."
He tilted his fragile neck, his red lips curled into a wanton and intoxicating smile.
He stretched out his arms, trying to hook them around the woman's neck.
Shen Zhizhi stepped back to avoid his intimacy, her tone cold, "Don't call me sister."
"Why not?" The boy's purple-blue eyes were extremely charming, filled with sparkling stars. He pursed his lips and smiled charmingly, "I just want to call you, sister~"
His eyes were full of sweetness, his long eyelashes trembled, and beneath the extreme innocence, there was a bone-chilling lust.
Shen Zhizhi removed the only remaining mirror and stabbed it hard into the boy’s heart.
There was nothingness and whiteness in his eyes.
The boy's sweet smile turned into bitter sadness, his eyelashes fluttering like butterflies, "Sister, you are so fierce."
"Why are you bullying me like this?"
"Are you so happy if I die?"
He wanted to touch Shen Zhizhi's hand, but it was empty. He felt even more aggrieved. He lowered his eyes and placed his hand on his abdomen, "Sister, I'm very hungry."
"You saved those people, but I can't eat anything good. I'm so hungry..."
"Look, sister." He lifted up her clothes and poked her flat, smooth belly. Her thin waist was so white and tender that it seemed like you could squeeze out water. His voice was sweet, soft, and accusing, "I'm starving."
"So flat."
His voice was soft and sweet, with a shallow ending and sweet gasps.
Shen Zhizhi sneered, not even looking at him, “Then you starve.”
Throwing away the mirror fragments in her hand, Shen Zhizhi ignored his coquettishness and walked into the dark corridor.
The boy's sweet voice reached her ears from behind, "Sister, you are so mean that it hurts my heart."
He followed Shen Zhizhi, keeping a distance and walking side by side.
He put down his clothes, his delicate eyebrows lowered, "I just want to eat, what's wrong with me..."
"Sister, please leave them alone, okay?"
His voice was soft and seductive, and he made himself look very delicious.
His clothes were pure black, which made his waist look even slimmer, as if it could be held in one hand. It was like soft cotton, and had an amazing touch.
He walked a little faster than Shen Zhizhi, and even though it was dark around him, his neck was white and tender, still conspicuous and beautiful.
"roll."
Shen Zhizhi raised her hand, and the hair on her forehead rushed back, and the simple cleaning clothes hit her body, making a sound.
She was angry.
"Don't act like him in front of me."
"Stay away from me."
The boy's body hit the wall hard and he fell down helplessly. His fine black hair spread out and the light in his eyes became cloudy for a moment.
He got up from the ground pitifully and staggered forward a few steps, his voice soft.
"Sister, this is who I am. I have always been like this."
"I've been like this since I was born."
“I’m not imitating anyone.”
"Sister, please don't say such cold words, okay?"
"I'm a little sad."
He wanted to pull Shen Zhizhi’s hand and put his face against hers.
All he got was that cold energy.
His back hit the wall again.
His weak legs were trembling, his eyes were filled with tears, the corners of his eyes were red with grievance, and his voice was much lower.
"Sister, believe me."
Shen Zhizhi's forehead seemed to have veins throbbing, and her fox eyes were as cold as ice. "He can't speak, and he won't speak to me in such a tone. You are not him, don't disgust me with his face."
"Sister, who do you think of when you see me?" The boy bit his lip, his eyes moist, his heterochromatic pupils shining brightly, as if there were galaxies in his pupils, and fish leaping and splashing in his pupils.
He had tears in his eyes, and his eyes sparkled with tears, turning his purple and blue pupils into broken crystals, sparkling.
Shen Zhizhi lowered her eyes, and after a while, her brows softened, "Someone cuter than you."
The boy's moist black eyelashes froze for a moment.
A sour ripple appeared in my heart.
The original intention was just to cause trouble, but now it turned into dissatisfaction.
He didn't know why he was dissatisfied.
I just don't want this person's eyes to reveal indifference and heartlessness.
It's so fierce, he doesn't like it.
Besides, what could he not compare to him?
Same face, but he is obviously cuter.
He has no ugly fangs, no sharp, dark nails...
"Sister, do you like him?" The young man smiled with his eyes curved. There was a pointed little canine tooth at the corner of his mouth. The white canine tooth pressed against his lips, making his bright red lips even more sexy and eye-catching.
"I like it." Shen Zhizhi actually didn't want to pay attention to him, but suddenly felt some strange fluctuations in his body, and his empty and dark soul seemed to have something extra.
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