Misal was stunned for a moment, then a smile flashed across his face, and he subconsciously lowered his voice, "Are you planning to come with me?"
Mu Mu nodded under his excited gaze, "Is it okay?"
"certainly!"
Misal agreed very quickly because he was afraid that Mu Mu would go back on his word. He was now ecstatic and wanted to take Mu Mu away from this disgusting paradise right now.
In contrast to his excitement, Mu Mu seemed dull and lacking in spirit, her dark, curled eyelashes drooping in disappointment. She looked like a wronged kitten, even her smooth, silky fur dulling.
Misal quickly calmed down and stared at the mottled marks on Mumu's body. It was as if a bucket of cold water was poured over his head, and his joy was replaced by anger in an instant.
Misal is not a young boy who knows nothing. The vampires are a race with strong desires. He naturally knows what these traces mean - someone has violated him.
Misal's expression became terrifying. He grabbed Mumu's hand and asked with suppressed anger, "It was Cesivido, right? He did it to you."
The last sentence is undoubtedly a declarative sentence.
Mu Mu's white and tender wrist was so painful from his grip that he couldn't help but frown and struggled to break free from his restraint, "What's your business? Let me go!"
"What do you mean it's none of my business?" Misal was enraged by his words, and his voice became louder and louder. He was so angry that he was dizzy. "I am... I..."
He was at a loss for words. Yes, in what capacity did he discuss this matter?
Misal's eyes were dim, and his hand rested loosely on his wrist.
Mu Mu shook off his hand, and this time he was able to pull it back smoothly. He rubbed his red wrist distressedly and muttered, "It hurts..."
Misal saw five clear finger marks on his slender white wrist, which was already showing signs of turning blue.
He took a step back dryly, "Sorry..."
Mu Miao just lowered his head and ignored him, mainly because he was in a very bad mood and had entered the state of a hedgehog with its spikes erected.
Both of them were silent for a while, and finally it was Misal who broke the silence. He lowered his brows and reached out to hold Mu Mu's hand.
Mu Mu struggled, but Misal held his hand and said softly, "Don't move, I will heal you."
Mu Miao looked at his focused eyes suspiciously, wondering in her heart, is this vampire boss really that kind? It doesn't fit his character.
Misal moved gently, running his fingertips across the purple area on his wrist. Not only the fingerprints left by him, but also the kiss marks left by Cecil Barrow were completely erased.
Mu Mu only felt a chill where he touched, the comfortable chill of summer frost, not biting cold. Misal was not satisfied after removing the kiss mark on his wrist, and pulled Mu Mu over.
Just like a big lion carefully grooming its cub's hair, it also picks out the annoying lice.
Mu Miao felt very comfortable and did not stop him. She just thought it was very strange that he was so attentive. Who knew that this man's behavior became more and more excessive. He put his hands into his clothes and wanted to take off his clothes!
Misal completely turned into a cold hickey remover and grabbed his clothes, "Take off your clothes, there's still something inside."
“No, no.”
Mu Miao shook her head in resistance, clutching her collar tightly with both hands, refusing to let go.
He is not a shameless person, so how could he take off his clothes in front of outsiders?
Misal was now so stimulated by him that he became mentally extreme. He forcibly hugged Mumu in his arms and reached out to pull his clothes, "Sariel, be good."
Mu Mu pursed his lips tightly. He couldn't break free from Misal, so he simply squatted down, hugged his knees and curled up into a ball, stubbornly refusing to let go.
Whenever Misal approached him, he would push and kick him, preventing him from getting close to him.
Misal wanted to take off his clothes without hurting him. After struggling for a while and breaking into a sweat, he had no choice but to give up. "Okay, I won't touch you anymore, okay? Be good." (Check carefully, they didn't even kiss him on the mouth! Not even on the neck!)
At the same time, he felt even more distressed for Mu Mu.
He hated being touched so much, so how could he have tolerated Cecilio's offense? No wonder the marks on his body were so terrible; they must have been caused by his resistance.
Misal was immersed in the scene he imagined, and his pity for Mumu and hatred for Cesivido reached their peak at the same time.
Seeing Misal's dazed look, Mu Mu snorted angrily and straightened his clothes that were torn into pieces.
He stood up, turned around angrily and strode towards the door, "You stay here by yourself, I'm leaving."
Misal quickly came back to his senses, "Sariel, where are you going?"
Mu Mu replied rebelliously, "Never mind your business."
Misal took two steps forward and then stopped. His voice echoed in the silent bedroom. "Tomorrow is the Moon Festival. I will take you away."
Mu Mu paused, his hands hanging at his sides clenched slightly, he lowered his eyes, and said in a dull voice, "Does it have to be so fast?"
He was actually still reluctant to leave.
Misal had his considerations, "Tomorrow is the day when the Kingdom of Heaven is least vigilant, and it is the best opportunity."
"……good."
On the way back to Cesivido Palace, Mumu looked down at the kingdom hidden in the clouds and took in all the scenes, because he knew that if they met again he would be an enemy and a traitor to the Kingdom of Heaven.
He didn't know why God allowed him to live here, but if He knew he had chosen to return to the vampire race, would He be disappointed? Would the other angels who had helped him regret their kindness when they knew his identity?
Mu Mu was in mixed emotions, and the guilt he felt for letting them down made him feel very uncomfortable.
Cesivido was sitting behind the desk dealing with the pile of official business. He was absent-minded at the moment and glanced outside the door from time to time. Finally, the familiar figure of Mu Mu appeared in his sight.
Cesivido's eyes lit up, and he immediately stood up to greet her, holding her in his arms. His voice was mixed with complaints that he didn't even realize were there, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Mu Mu was in his warm embrace, absorbing his warmth. "I'm sorry, I talked to Brother Raphael for a long time."
He concealed the fact that he had returned to his palace to see Mizar.
Cesivido smiled and kissed him on the forehead, "It's okay... Sariel, are you crying?"
Cesivido's expression changed, and he became panicked when he saw the blush in the corners of Mumu's eyes.
He lifted Mu Mu's face and found that his eyes were still wet, with small water droplets hanging on his eyelashes, as if he had just cried.
Although Mu Mu cried last night, it was different from the sad crying she felt now.
Cesivido was deeply moved by his tears. He felt that Mumu's crying was more painful than a knife cutting him. He wiped his tears distressedly and asked, "Did someone bully you? Or did Raphael scold you?"
"No, nothing at all." Mu Miao turned her head away, wiping her eyes hastily, and defended herself with a nasal voice, "I didn't cry."
Mu Mu's attitude was obviously that he didn't want to say more, and Cesivido could only watch him anxiously and could do nothing.
Finally, 001 spoke: [Are you taking this world a little too seriously?]
Mu Miao sniffed: [Maybe I'm not used to doing bad things yet. I think it will be fine once I become thick-skinned.]
001: […Practice more, and you’ll naturally become thick-skinned.]
Mu Mu took a deep breath to calm himself. He glanced at the documents Cesivido hadn't finished processing. "There are so many more. Can you really go to the Moon Festival tomorrow?"
He would rather Cesivido not go, so that it would be much easier for him and Misal to escape.
Cesivido also changed the subject and did not mention his crying just now.
He held Mu Mu in his arms and sat on the chair, rubbing his head. "Okay, I will definitely do what I promised you."
Mu Mu was in mixed emotions, and leaned her head dejectedly on his chest.
Cesivido stole a glance at him, feeling uneasy about what he was about to say. "Sariel, I'll give you a surprise tomorrow, okay?"
Mu Mu was so focused on planning his escape tomorrow that he didn't hear what Cesivido said specifically. He nodded perfunctorily, "Okay."
Cesivido's eyes were full of smiles, and his deep blue eyes were dazzling and beautiful.
Tomorrow at the Moon Festival, he would solemnly and respectfully propose to Mu Mu, letting all the angels see how much he cherishes this relationship, and at the same time letting all the angels in heaven know that Mu Mu belongs to him.
As long as he imagined that he and Mu Mu would be standing in the warmly blooming Luna Flowers tomorrow, the vows they made would bind them tightly together, and the pure white flowers would bear witness to the pure and passionate feelings between them, Cesivido could not help but raise the corners of his lips, looking forward to the arrival of tomorrow.
Mu Mu and Cesi Vedo had different thoughts, but they were both making plans for tomorrow.
That afternoon, Cesivido was as energetic as if he had been injected with chicken blood. Mu Mu watched helplessly as the countless documents were reduced little by little, and the desk became clean.
When Cesivido has free time, he goes to bother Mumu.
Mu Mu felt guilty, so this time she was more obedient than any other time before, letting him do as he pleased. Occasionally, when she felt uncomfortable, she would just groan with misty eyes.
But overall, Cesivido is still a hardworking and studious person. His grades have improved a lot this time. At least it is not as torturous as last time.
But one cannot bear to undermine his confidence.
This time there are still many,
Mu Miao nodded with satisfaction. As expected, the boy is teachable.
Cesivido's breath permeated Mu Mu's whole body, especially around Mu Mu's beautiful collarbone, which was covered with fresh kiss marks again.
Cesivido's slender, beautiful fingers stroked his delicate skin, and he stared at his fair arm. "Why is this mark gone?"
Mu Mu's eyes were hazy and filled with mist. His mind became confused and he couldn't think straight. "Huh? What?"
"fine."
Cesivido bit his arm again, leaving his mark on the white arm again.
Mumu was white all over, and Cesivido was like a skilled painter.
The painter takes his tools and paints freely on this white paper, sometimes it is a sketch, and the hard pen tip makes a friction sound as it draws marks on the paper.
Sometimes it is a watercolor painting, but the painter's skills are not good, and the canvas is often wet and messy.
In the end, the entire white paper was covered with colorful watercolors. The painter finally became discouraged and simply splashed the remaining watercolors on the canvas.
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It's numb. Six times. It's numb.
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