you turned on the love game

After many days, Kuroro finally awakened his ability to read.

However, its appearance is a bit strange. It is a dark brown book with a complicated "ji" character in the middle of the cover, and a dark red handprint slightly recessed on the surface of the characters.

It was night when Kuroro showed you his ability to read, and there was only one desk lamp on in the study room, and the gentle halo surrounded the entire desk.

He spread his hands, resting the back of his hand on the table.

The book formed by thought power was placed face up in his palm.

"Is this your ability to read?"

Kuroro said calmly, "Um..."

His thin eyelids drooped slightly to cover the dark eyes, and his tone sounded calm: "Its name is Thief's Ultimate Intention."

"That's it, no wonder there is a word "extreme" on the cover. "

You rested your chin with one hand, tilted your head and looked at the reading ability book, and your eyes gradually settled on the strange slightly concave handprint.

"what is this?"

While asking this question, you also reached out your hand curiously.

I want to press my hand on the mudra and see what happens.

Unexpectedly, when you were about to press your hand up, the black-haired boy suddenly withdrew his telekinetic ability, and you rushed to nothing, and pressed your palm directly on his hand through the air.

"Eh?"

You were slightly taken aback, before you asked him why he did this, your attention was suddenly attracted by his icy body temperature.

"Why are your hands so cold?"

You took his hand very naturally.

The boy held by you paused for a moment, and then took the initiative to insert five fingers between your fingers, gently exerted force on his wrist, and held yours in turn.

You hooked your lips and blinked at him: "My hands are warm, right?"

Kuroro's eyelids were still slightly closed, and his long and thin eyelashes cast a light shadow under his eyes, as if a dark shadow flowed silently from his pupils, enveloping his slightly deep voice.

"Well. Because I just came back from outside."

The boy draws very fast recently, and the palm that was completely held in your hand before has become a little wider than yours.

The fingers are long and slender. From the outside, it can't be seen that they are a pair of hands that can easily break the neck. On the contrary, they look more like hands playing the piano.

If he wasn't born on Meteor Street...

You put your face on your other hand, thinking about something, you didn't notice that the boy's grip on you was getting stronger and stronger.

It's like a silent spider discovering its prey that has slammed into its web.

Before the other party reacted, he wrapped it tightly with sticky spider silk to control his movements and restrain his body. Even if the prey woke up, he could only wait for his life to be harvested.

You smiled slightly, put aside the unrealistic thoughts in your mind, turned to look at Kuroro, and asked, "You always go out at night recently, is there something important?"

The ever-tightening force froze suddenly, and then slowly relaxed.

The young man lowered his eyes completely, and a smile was drawn on his lips. Now it's hard for you to tell whether his smile is fake or real.

Probably... is it a real joke?You think uncertainly.

"Well, I'm practicing the ability to read."

"I've met a lot of interesting guys recently," Kurolo said.

Then the little boy leaned forward, tilted his head, his cheek was pressed against the table, and the dark black slightly curled hair fell down from the corner of his forehead, peeling off the indifference that would cover the light lip color from him.

The hand holding you is placed in front of his face, the boy has his eyes closed, and he rests his forehead on the back of your hand, his posture looks very relaxed, and you can even feel the warm breath coming out .

The tip of Kuroro's nose moved slightly, touching the back of your hand, and then murmured softly childishly: "Although it's interesting...but it's exhausting."

You froze for two seconds, then rolled your eyes and smiled.

It's rare to see Kuroro like this, so you raised your hand, gently touched the black hair on the back of his head, and said to him comfortingly like your fingers sinking into warm and soft seaweed.

"Thanks for your hard work……"

The light fell on his hair, and the childish face that was always slightly cold showed an extremely subtle softness inadvertently.

This is a feeling that is completely inconsistent with Kuroro's temperament.

"..." He didn't answer, and suddenly turned your hand over.

Under your puzzled gaze, she quietly buried her face in, her long and fine eyelashes gently touching the palm of your hand, and then tightened the hand that held you little by little.

The orange halo of the desk lamp envelopes you.

The fragile back of the black-haired boy's neck is exposed in front of you.

You don't know what that means to a kid born on Meteor Street, and you can only vaguely guess that maybe it's because you trust you.So he stroked his hair gently, speaking with a smile.

"are you sleepy?"

During the conversation——

Your little finger unconsciously touches his neck.

At that moment, the strength holding you tightened again, and at the same time, the pair of dark eyes buried in your palms opened slightly, and dark and unclear emotions flowed from the depths of the pupils.

"Hmm..." The young man said in a young voice, "A little bit."

After giving Kuroro a gift, it will soon be Madge and Knight's turn.

The knight's gift is easy to solve. You find someone to buy a computer with the highest configuration at present, and it comes with many weird and novel mechanical toys. During that time, the number of times he ran outside was much reduced.

But Madge's gift is a little trickier.

In addition to practicing the ability to read, the little girl usually exercises physical skills. She is also the only child who will insist on fighting with you so far. She usually has no preference for food or interests.

You have been struggling for a long time, and you didn't think of any special gift until the date was approaching. You thought about giving her more resources to improve her abilities?

But this also seems too careless.

Just when you were in trouble, the headband that Madge used to tie his hair broke during the battle, and his mood was several percent lower than usual.

You bought that headband when you took her to a store in the Inner District when her hair first grew.She didn't have any special reaction at the time, and you just treated it like an ordinary hair tie.

I didn't expect that she would be upset because of the broken hairband now, you froze for a moment, and suddenly a brilliant idea popped into your mind.

On that day, Ma Qi came back from the outside after practicing the ability to read as usual, and you suddenly appeared in front of her, grabbed her and walked into the room, and then pressed her in front of the mirror.

March: "?"

She didn't know what you were going to do, but she still obediently didn't move.

The soft long purple hair hangs over the girl's shoulders, you smile gently, raise your hand to wrap her long hair, and then take out a poorly sewn solid-color headband to help her tie it together.

Looking at the mirror, the girl unconsciously held her breath, her ponytail neatly tied behind her head, looking simple and beautiful.

You helped her smooth out the scattered hair on her forehead, leaned down and gently touched her face with the corner of her forehead, and said distressedly: "I made this with my own hands...don't think it's too ordinary."

Lena doesn't like tying her hair, so you've never made a headband, and this is the first time you've tried to do it by hand.

You closed your eyes and smiled slightly, and said to her in a gentle voice, "Will Maggie like it?"

"..." A few seconds later, the girl suddenly turned around and hugged your waist, buried her face in your clothes, hugged her arms tightly, her cold voice was subdued, like a young bird hiding in a shell, opening her arms dependently. wing.

She said, "I like...Lucia..."

You froze for half a second, hearing the hidden meaning from this sentence, bent down, and gently placed your hand on her hair, with soft eyes.

"I like Marge a lot too."

XNUM X Year X NUM X Month.

You get a surprise message.

Sirio called to tell you that there was a trace of the Master of Extinction in the small town to the east of You Kexin, and the specific situation is still looking for someone to investigate.But since such news can be spread, it is likely to be close to ten.

"Wait until you find Master Diane to Meteor Street, you'll have to leave."

After working together for so long, he already knows your situation well.

Even if you are not friends, you can be regarded as colleagues with a harmonious relationship. It is rare for Sirio to say to you sincerely: "Congratulations..."

You are in a good mood, smiling: "Thank you..."

The businessman's smile appeared on Sirio's face again, and he tried to speak: "Since you are leaving, the property left on Meteor Street..."

You smiled and said, "No..."

Stretch out your index finger and shake it gently, "That's what I want to leave to Kuroro and the others. I won't sell it to you, let alone give it to you."

In fact, you plan to take them away with you, but you are not sure if they will be willing to go with you, if not, then leave all these things to them.

if you will...

It's not impossible to sell the property to Sirio.

But there's no need to tell him everything now, you thought.

"I'm only buying a part..."

"You can choose to talk to Kuroro."

"..." The kid who liked to smile appeared in Sirio's mind, and he had to admit that he was very capable, but he always gave people a bad feeling.

Thinking of talking to him about those industries, Sirio refused all over his face and gave up on the spot: "Forget it."

On the way home, the afterglow hangs on the horizon at the end of the line of sight, and the houses and streets of Meteor Street are covered with a layer of gorgeous red.

You bought that delicious specialty fruit wine again, and then lay lazily on the soft sofa, drinking it one sip at a time.

The sky gradually dimmed, and darkness spread in the room.

You didn't turn on the light, and your vision was slightly hazy after you were slightly drunk.

I vaguely saw a figure coming in from outside, the footsteps were very light, and then sat quietly beside you.

None of you intend to speak.

About 5 minutes, or 10 minutes, the figure sitting next to you turns on the lamp, and pulls out a book with page labels from the shelf.

He slowly turned the pages, and there was a slight rubbing sound in the room.

"I'm going to build a team."

You stopped drinking, leaned lazily on the back of the sofa, turned your head to look at the boy, and saw a very faint smile on his face.

"There will be a trusted partner inside... Lucia. Do you want to come together?" He invited you.

A trusted partner?

When you think of your plan, your eyes are slightly startled, and you feel a little disappointed in your heart, but you don't show it on your face: "Have you already been chosen?"

Kuroro said, "Well. Know a few trustworthy people."

"yes……"

You leaned on the sofa, shook your head, and the black hair piled up on your neck just poured out like this: "I won't, I'm leaving here soon."

The master who has been searching for many years finally has news. If there is no accident, he will be brought to Meteor Street soon. After getting rid of Nian, you will not stay here anymore. Naturally, there is no need to join Kuroro's team .

You wanted to leave here with them.

But since they already have their own partners, forget it. Speaking of which, the fate between you comes from the ability to teach thoughts.

Now should be considered the end of fate.

After you leave here, there is a high probability that you will not return to Meteor Street, but they are different. People who were born in this barren land have a kind of twisted and paranoid emotion towards it.

You sighed slightly and said, "Take care of yourself."

"..." The sound of turning the pages of the book suddenly stopped.

Kuroro stared at the neat words on the paper, and the black characters slowly melted in his sight, dripping into dripping shapes.

This gloomy black flowed down the creases of the pages, melted into his fingers, and penetrated into the heart along the limbs, every beat silently diffused a strange breath.

The young man gently raised his hand to press his face, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

The voice was as gentle as usual, and the eyes opened slightly unconsciously, the fundus of the eyes was dark, and there was no smile at all.

"what?"