My boyfriend is not a human being? It’s over. I love him even more!

Chapter 77: Can Mr. Clown also write love letters? (16)

He was afraid that Chu Xiang would not believe him, so he held her hand tightly, swallowed his saliva, and stammered: "Don't worry, I will definitely protect him. I won't let him be captured by bad guys, locked in a cage, skinned, or have his limbs broken, leaving him to wag his tail and beg for mercy on the ground like a wild beast... I... I will really protect... protect our child..."

His neck and ears turned red again, and his head seemed to be smoking. He didn't know if it was because it was the first time he had to deal with such a situation and he didn't know how to face it, or because he was so young and sometimes looked as naive as a child, so now when he mentioned the Schrödinger-like child, he was at a loss.

That gaudy face looked even more ridiculous.

"Xiang...Xiangxiang..." He was unfamiliar, but tried hard, imitating her close people to call her name. His voice was dry, and the mist in his emerald green eyes was thicker. "I will never let you go...and the child's hand..."

Chu Xiang stared at him for a long time.

To this day, she has not seen what his face looks like. The exaggerated oil paint seems like a mask that cannot be taken off, because no matter how much she wipes it, it only blurs the boundaries between the different colors of the oil paint, and the mixture becomes a "mask" of unknown color, still on his face.

It's as if his face can only remain funny and ridiculous forever, and as a clown who shows off his ugly posture to amuse people, the only thing people can remember about him is his exaggerated makeup. As for what he looks like behind the scenes, who cares?
After a moment, Chu Xiang laughed out loud, as if she had succeeded in her prank. She heartlessly messed up his red curly hair, "Fred, what are you thinking about! If we have a child, it is not your responsibility alone to protect him. Of course, we should protect him together!"

Fred was a little dazed, his slow brain hadn't started to work yet.

Chu Xiang stood on tiptoe and kissed the corner of his lips. She smiled and said, "Besides, we may not have a child. Instead of thinking about the future, I think I still want to love you well now. After all, you are much more important than a child."

Fred's stagnant eyes suddenly flickered, and he felt dry mouth again. The restless flesh and blood in his body seemed to want to clamor to run out of his skin, and then wrap her in the squirming flesh and blood, and then hide her in his body.

Chu Xiang shook his hand and said, "Fred, please take me back."

He finally regained control of his body and nodded with difficulty.

Fred's makeup became a mess and he needed to re-apply it before he could meet anyone. Chu Xiang didn't ask any more questions, but just walked outside the door to wait for him.

Fred sat in front of the mirror with a dazed expression, like a puppet, and mechanically painted his entire face a ghastly white.

In the corner, the puppets looked at the man's silent back, and occasionally heard his neurotic laughter, and they trembled.

Thor: "Didn't you say that you would abandon her when she fell in love with you? I think that stupid lady likes him very much now."

Lina: "Stop talking, be careful he will tear us apart!"

As soon as she finished her words, a makeup brush was thrown at her, instantly smashing Thor's body into pieces.

Lina quickly turned her back and pretended that she saw and heard nothing. Of course, she still had some conscience and picked up Thor's head.

Thor's mouth opened and closed, "Mad... man..."

Fred must be really crazy.

He knew the path to Chu Xiang's home, and when he sent her home, he was so graceful that he carried her on his back all the way. He usually had a foul mouth, but now he was muttering non-stop.

Chu Xiang didn't hear clearly what he was mumbling at first, but after putting his ear closer, he could vaguely hear some tone.

“Xiang…Xiang…”

"Xiangxiang..."

"Xiangxiang."

"Xiangxiang."

He was practicing calling her by her name, no longer calling her "kind lady" in a teasing and sarcastic way as before, but "Xiangxiang", a name that only people close to her were qualified to call her.

His pronunciation was strange at first, but after practicing more, it at least became smoother.

Chu Xiang smiled and leaned on his shoulder, staring at his profile with her curved eyes. She couldn't help but imagine that he must look very handsome with such beautiful contours and under those complex and absurd colors.

Aunt Lisa was at home, so Fred certainly couldn't show up at the Chu family so carelessly.

Not far from the door, Chu Xiang got off his back and was about to walk home when Fred held her hand. Chu Xiang tilted her head to look at him.

Fred blinked and said nothing.

Chu Xiang understood, smiled, and stood on tiptoe again. His eyes were shining, and he bent over to cooperate. When she kissed him, it seemed like there was a tail wagging happily behind him.

"Fred, I'm going to miss you."

Fred pursed his lips slightly, unable to hide his joy, "Xiangxiang..."

He was a little embarrassed to call her name, but when he saw Chu Xiang's smile, his joy overflowed again, "Don't come to the circus at night these days. I will come to you when you miss me."

Chu Xiang wondered, "Why can't we go to the circus?"

He explained, “There are a lot of people from other places coming here, and I’m afraid it’s not safe.”

Chu Xiang thought about it and nodded, "Okay."

Fred couldn't help himself, and leaned down to hug her, "Xiangxiang, you must remember to think of me."

Chu Xiang had the illusion of saying goodbye to her child at the kindergarten gate. Touching his red head, she responded perfunctorily, "Yeah, I'll remember it."

Chu Xiang returned home before the sun set, but her parents were not home yet.

Lisa muttered again: "Miss, there are too many people coming and going in the town recently. It's not safe. You'd better not go out so often."

"Okay, I got it." Chu Xiang always promised well, but whether he would do it or not was another matter.

She went straight upstairs into the room, and the first thing she did was to untie the straps on the back of her skirt. Her movements were a bit difficult, and after a long while, the straps were untied, and her body seemed to be liberated. Her neckline slid down, revealing a large area of ​​marks above her collarbone, all the way to her chest, which aroused people's reverie.

The light outside the window was getting dimmer and dimmer. The shadows of the trees were swaying, and the darkness enveloped the figure of the man sticking to the glass window.

He was dark and perverted, silent and emerald green eyes staring straight at the girl inside, and his obsession was growing more and more.

After being apart for only a short while, he missed her very much.

Think of her face.

Miss her voice.

Still thinking about her body.

The girl's skin was fair beneath her long hair, but now it was blossoming with beautiful red flowers, all of which were his work.

He wanted to rush in.

Want to hug her.

Want to kiss her.

I want to go back into her body.

But no, this is her home, she respects her parents very much, and her parents will definitely not like him.

If only her parents would like him.

Fred watched the naked girl walking around the room, clothes in hand, preparing to take a shower. He couldn't help but follow her direction, sliding along the wall with his limbs twisted.

The green eyes blinked, and another sentence popped up in his mind - it would be great if her parents liked him.

(End of this chapter)