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

Chapter 88: Can Mr. Clown also write love letters? (End)

Chu Xiang didn't know how to ride a horse before. He learned it from Andrew when he was bored after moving to Rain Town. From being unable to hold the reins at the beginning, he can now ride a horse with others.

Chu Xiang relaxed his body, feeling the night breeze, and felt very comfortable.

But the hunched-over clown behind her leaned limply against her back, his chin resting on her shoulder, with a dazed look on his face, and he blinked for a long time.

The mist from the forest fell on his hair, making his beautiful red hair become limp. The mist condensed into small water droplets on his face, leaving streaks on his colorful face.

The horse probably felt that carrying two people was too much of a strain, so it was happy to walk slowly without a whip.

After a very, very long time, the moon hid in the dark clouds, and the dark night seemed to have become a darkness with no end in sight.

With darkness as cover, Fred finally found the courage to speak, "Xiangxiang."

"Ok?"

"where did you go?"

Chu Xiang answered frankly, "I went to the next town and saw the ruins left after the fire ten years ago."

The arm around her waist tightened, and the colorful figure stiffened.

Fred forgot that he should breathe like a human being. He stared at her profile nervously and asked in a low voice: "What did Xiangxiang...see?"

"It's just ruins." Chu Xiang looked back at him and asked with a smile: "It's all burned down, what else can I see?"

She really only saw a ruin. As she said, everything had been burned by fire. Even if there was anything, it would be difficult for her to find it with her naked eyes.

Fred's panic was suddenly calmed at this moment. He buried his face in Chu Xiang's neck and laughed, but it sounded like crying.

He actually had a lot of questions to ask, but the moment Chu Xiang held his hand, those questions became unimportant.

Chu Xiang felt a little itchy when he rubbed her neck, and pushed his face away with some disgust, "Fred, you are an adult, don't always act like a spoiled child."

"You said I was your baby before." Fred lay on her and refused to move. "Xiangxiang, call me Fred baby again. I like it."

Chu Xiang said before that he didn't think it was a big deal, but now when he heard him say it, he got goose bumps all over his body, "Forget about such corny words."

Fred pursed his lips, not very happy.

Chu Xiang touched his face and asked, "Do you want to sleep with me tonight?"

Fred's eyes lit up. He was obviously thinking very seriously, but he still pretended to be reserved. "Your parents..."

"They're not home."

He immediately said: "Go!"

Chu Xiang held his face and kissed the corner of his lips happily.

Fred pursed his lips and smiled gently, but suddenly he said: "I forgot one thing."

There was silence in the circus.

Cohen looked at the motionless "figures" around him and felt as if he had been thrown into a dead place. He looked down and saw the body of "Mason".

I don't know what kind of torture he suffered before his death. His eyes were gouged out, his tongue was pulled out, and his face was peeled off. The most horrifying thing was that looking at his back, the flesh inside had been hollowed out, and his spine was replaced by a wooden mechanism for making puppets, as if with just a little processing, this would be the best material for making puppets.

Cohen guessed that he would pay the price and his soul would be taken away. Since death was inevitable, he just bravely observed it.

The ringmaster of the circus is the puppet.

The singing fat lady in the yellow dress is a puppet.

Two little puppets, one male and one female, also puppets.

They had always appeared so vividly in front of the audience, and no one had ever thought that these people were just puppets.

And the moment Mr. Clown disappeared, the excitement in the circus came to an abrupt end, and all the "living" people turned back into the state of "dead".

This must be the power of the devil!
Cohen became increasingly aware of his own fate. He sat on the ground dejectedly, and could only comfort himself by saying that Tawanna no longer had to be disgusted by those people. Everything he had done must be worth it.

Slowly, a figure appeared in front of Cohen. It was the clown demon dressed in a funny appearance.

Cohen said calmly: "I'm ready, go ahead."

He tried, and he couldn't get out of the confines of this circus, which meant he would only face a terrible outcome.

But unexpectedly, his head was not separated from his identity, and his body was not hollowed out. The clown in front of him just smiled and said, "You can go now."

Cohen was stunned for a moment, "You're just going to let me go like this?" Mr. Clown nodded, "Yes."

"Aren't you going to ask me for the price?"

"As for the price, of course there is one. I have already put a curse on you."

Cohen asked nervously: "What curse?"

"You will know it later."

The moon came out from the dark clouds, and the moonlight fell on the windowsill, illuminating the purple flowers in the vase on the desk.

Chu Xiang had just finished washing up and was wearing a white nightgown. She put a bunch of sundries into a box.

Then, there was a brisk tinkling sound, and before she could react, someone had picked her up from behind.

"Xiangxiang, I'm back!"

Chu Xiang pushed his face away, "Okay, Fred!"

Fred saw the box of sundries and asked curiously: "What is Xiangxiang doing?"

"I'll clean up the unwanted stuff and throw it away tomorrow."

Fred noticed that there was a fairy tale book in the pile of miscellaneous items, but he didn't care and just carried her to the bed.

When Chu Xiang was lying on the soft big bed, she looked into his green eyes and asked softly, "Fred, are you lonely?"

Fred rubbed her nose affectionately and said with a smile: "You are not lonely."

As to whether he was lonely in the past, he no longer remembers, but he was probably lonely.

Because he can play so many roles at the same time, making the surroundings bustling and lively, as if there will never be a moment of stopping and being quiet.

Just like Mr. Pinocchio in the story, he has companions who can talk, and those companions will always surround him, singing and dancing.

But now, the so-called excitement has stopped.

Because he has someone he loves, and the person he loves just happens to love him too.

With just a glance from her, his world could easily become lively.

So what is loneliness?

He has forgotten.

Chu Xiang exerted force, stretched out her hand and pulled him down onto the bed.

Fred's eyes were filled with anticipation, and he didn't struggle, but just looked at her obediently.

Chu Xiang kissed him gently, holding his hand, feeling each other's warmth, "Fred, let's go to bed."

Fred's eyes sparkled as he pulled at his pants skillfully.

Chu Xiang quickly held his hand, "What are you doing?"

Fred looked confused, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"I'm talking about pure sleep!"

Fred blinked pitifully and uttered a low "oh".

Chu Xiang was in a sentimental mood and wanted to hold him in her arms for a good sleep, but she didn't expect him to be so energetic.

When the lights went out, the room was dark.

Chu Xiang curled up in his arms and closed her eyes.

After a long time, the man asked softly: "Xiangxiang, don't you want to?"

After a long silence, the quilt was suddenly opened and the girl grabbed the waist of his pants and pulled them down.

Oh, she did.

Fred quickly lay down, enjoying Chu Xiang's will, and hummed comfortably.

He knew that she loved him so much, how could she not be interested in him?
(End of this chapter)