Sara took the shirt and his mind was filled with the horny words that Hank said to him that day, "I'll only wear a shirt" and "Sit on my legs" and so on. His cheeks immediately turned red.
Sara pinched the shirt in his hand and went into the bathroom. When he came out, he wrapped himself in a bath towel twice -Hank's clothes were too big. She could cover her knees if she wore them, but her shoulders were too wide, so that she couldn't hang the collar of her shoulders at all and always fell down.
Hank had calmed down a lot. The handsome man slowly took a sip of water and said, "What am I using when you take my bath towel away?"
Sara said, "... There are still a lot of them in the bathroom!"
The old man said shamelessly, "I'm used to using this one."
Sara: "..."
She was very easy to talk with. "Then, I'll change one."
Hank pulled the belt of her nightgown and let out a cry of surprise. Then the bathrobe fell apart.
The old man unceremoniously took off the bathrobe for her. Sara quickly grabbed her collar to avoid sliding down.
Hank pulled her closer and stuck a stick on her forehead. He closed his eyes gently and said, "Little friend, go to sleep."
Sara replied, "......okay."
Hank went into the bathroom.
Sara sat on his bed in a daze.
No wonder people said that Master Hank was moody. When she went out to play with Lionel, she was not only forced to kiss on the chair, but also carried back to Hank's room...
Sara had never entered Hank's room before. He looked around curiously and found that it was a very cold gray decoration. There was nothing different about it. Compared with Sara's house, which was full of fancy things, it could be described as "mystly".
The sheet was pure black. Sara heard the sound of the bathroom stopping, and immediately lifted a corner of the quilt and got into it. She covered herself tightly and pretended to be obedient.
Hank dried his hair. When he saw the bump on his window, he was a little stunned. Then he didn't care much about it.
He knew that he was too sharp and alert. It was very likely that he instinctively wiped the neck of the person who was sleeping in the same bed with him in the middle of the night.
But...
Let's just do it.
It might be a good thing that Sara was dead.
The man's eyes were dark, like the canopy of a deep mountain, but they were so dark that they didn't even have a star. What they had were just. indifference and ruthlessness.
Sara was very tired today She had been alert since Hank left the bathroom, but Hank hadn't come to the bed for a long time. Sara felt a little strange, so he quietly opened the quilt and looked outside. She saw the man sitting on the tatami beside the French windows and pouring wine.
Under the soft light, Hank's slender and white fingers did not seem to be warm, and even his knuckles showed a kind of non- existent coldness.
Sara yawned as he looked at them, and then he fell asleep.
Hank heard the gentle breathing sound and opened the quilt to have a look. The little girl curled up into a small ball. She was very insecure to sleep, but she slept soundly, as if... she had changed a room or a bed. She also felt that there was no difference.
Hank's fingers traced down the outline of her cheeks and finally stopped on the red mole on her white and tender neck.
He bent over and gently kissed the red dot, and then took Sara into his arms.
There was a... a sense of satisfaction that had never been seen before.
When they got up the next day, Sara still thought it was his room in a daze. He went into the bathroom like sleepwalking and didn't remember anything until he brushed half of his toothbrush. Then he quickly looked down and felt as if he had been struck by thunder he used Hank's toothbrush!
Sara's face was immediately covered with rouge. Her brain was modified, and she didn't know whether to throw the toothbrush in her hand or not.
Hank leaned against the bathroom and said, "Kid, I didn't expect you to like your uncle so much. You even used your toothbrush secretly."
"..." Sara stammered, "I, I'm not... I'm in a daze..." She quickly put down the evidence in her hand and took two steps back. "I'll buy a toothbrush for you!"
Hank raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Are you suggesting that uncle will give you some pocket money? It's my lack of consideration, so I forgot about it" He casually said, "I'll give my vice card to you for free later."
Sara said, "That's not what I mean..."
"Then let's talk about your secret use of my toothbrush." Hank approached her, leaned over and chuckled. He pinched her cheek and said, "If you want to kiss me, you can tell me directly."
Sara was speechless. "It's over. Master Hank misunderstands that she wants to kiss indirectly."
But, but it was like a kiss could bring this matter to an end...
Sara thought for a moment, then tiptoed and touched his lips. He said "Good morning kiss" in a panic and then fled.
Hank was stunned for a moment, then licked his lips and chuckled.
Last night, in the middle of the night, his knife had been pressed against Sara's neck. The little girl was still sleeping ignorantly, and her white and tender cheeks were pure and innocent.
Even when she was not awake, the knife did not stab down, and she even held the little girl tighter in her arms.
It was too cold in the world. She was the only gentle person in the world.
Sara spent five minutes building his own mind before he went downstairs.
Hank had indeed been sitting at the dining table, but he did not see Aunt Dovlin and Aunt Lyons. She slowly walked over and whispered, "I'm sorry about what happened today. I'll buy you a new toothbrush..."
Hank said in a lazy tone, "There are so many such things in the family."
He suddenly stood up, and Sara instinctively stepped back, but he was still easily carried up by Hank and put on the table.
The man held the table with one hand and looked at her eyes, but Sara did not dare to look at him. She turned her gaze away and asked in a soft voice, "What... what are you doing? Aunt Dovlin and the others saw you..."
Hank grabbed her hand and whispered in her ear, "They are in the garden."
The distance between the two of them was audible. Sara's eyelashes trembled and she moved back uneasily. I, I'm going to school late...
Hank was like a kind of animal that ate gracefully. He said slowly, "Don't worry, I'll delay you for ten minutes."
Sara: "What?"
The man suddenly bowed his head and printed the red mole on her neck. Sara suddenly raised his head and sobbed. He tightened his fingers on the table cloth.
The morning light outside the window was faint. Through the glass window, the girl's white cheeks were flawless, and even the fine soft hair could be clearly seen in the sunshine.
And in this fascinating spring light, the man deeply kissed the thing in his hand, which was long and thin.