BL, MTL | The Squeamish Beauty is Mistaken for a Heartthrob

Chapter 135: So he was afraid, but he didn't flinch.

It turned into a low, uncontrollable gasp, as if he didn't want to be discovered, so he deliberately lowered his voice, but it was still very obvious in this remote and quiet world.

From another perspective, it may be that the monster deliberately created the noise in order to arouse human curiosity, just like the illusion of a siren.

As expected, the silver-haired nun stopped outside the door, separated by a wall.

Arold gasped in embarrassment, with a mocking smile on his lips. Every player will have some concerns and be scared away by the noise he deliberately makes.

But it was too late for him to pay attention to this. His face was stained with blood that remained from his own life. He hugged his curled up thin body tightly, and the sharp knife cut marks on his body.

Only those dark eyes looked particularly bright.

The breathing became heavier and the smell of blood filled the room.

Alode closed his eyes in confusion, and almost saw the Lord appearing in front of him. That was the power and desire that he was obsessed with and intended to possess, with his arms covered with scars.

"Clang-"

The door was pushed open under Alode's stunned eyes.

The bright sunshine invaded the room, making Alode want to cry. Almost instinctively, he wanted to run away with his tail between his legs, but he looked straight into the eyes of the silver-haired nun.

Bright and pure, like a pool of spring water, and like a crescent moon.

Silver hair flows down, and the face under the pure black veil is bright and gorgeous, like the most proud work of a god. The light eyelashes and pale pink lips add a bit of compassion to the nun.

He stood in the sunshine, but Alode felt that the young man's face was clearly more dazzling than the sunshine.

In comparison, huddled in the corner, I was like a bedbug in the gutter, pitiful and pathetic.

Young people are two completely different people.

He must, must be scared away by himself like this.

The more Arold thought about it, the more he felt ashamed of himself. The young man stood at the door. He couldn't rush out, so he could only huddle in the corner and huddle again.

The gloomy and fragile little dog didn't even dare to think about the chance of redemption, and wished he could just disappear.

As soon as I opened the door, an unpleasant smell of blood mixed with the smell of smoke hit my face. Bright sunlight poured into the room instantly, dispelling the musty darkness.

You can even see dust floating in the air, indicating the desolation and dilapidation of the room.

Dark red blood flowed and solidified along the wooden floor, and cigarette butts were randomly thrown on the ground.

Lin Yuxing almost thought he had seen it wrong——

Huddled under the corner of the room was a half-grown little boy. His cheeks were gray and his face could not be seen clearly. His thin hands and feet were huddled under a black robe. His figure was pitifully thin.

Only one pair of eyes, tired and fragile, looked at him, as if they had been burned, and then suddenly looked away. The young figure kept curling up, and the knife used for self-mutilation fell aside.

There were bloody cuts on the exposed feet.

It is easy to think of a little native dog who wants to run away with his tail between his legs, but has to face life.