you burn me

vampire perspective

1.

I'm a no-nonsense vampire.

I thought that the most suitable identity to be an undercover agent would be a lover.

So that night, I went to the library and stole a lot of books that people had unrequited love for ghosts.

2.

Pause.

Good boy, don't learn from me.

and many more.

Bad kids don't learn either.

3.

I stayed up all night in my old castle.

Went to sleep the next morning.

Before going to bed, I was still thinking about whether to buy a fairy dress...

Then I fell asleep, completely unconscious.

4.

When I opened my eyes again, I realized that it was already evening. I pushed open the lid of my coffin, and slowly stretched out my wrist as white as jade.

I washed my face and saw the lovely person in the mirror.

5.

It’s over.

I can't hold it anymore, let alone talk about the Holy Son.

6.

The national teacher gave me a few must-pass points for the Holy Son to go home, and I picked and picked and set off.

Really good.

There were very few people, and I was waiting on the roof with my hood on.

7.

A white light came into my sight, and I thought it was him.

Then I quickly sat down in the middle of the road.

8.

I watched softly as he walked towards me.

I'm waiting, waiting for him to ask me what's wrong.

9.

I looked at him eagerly, and he looked at me eagerly.

he!No!speak!talk!

10.

I stood up helplessly, imitating the female ghost in the picture book and said coquettishly: son, my house is so cold.

...he remained motionless.

Is it a wax figure? !

11.

He finally moved, and he lowered his voice: you go, I won't catch you.

How can this work!At least feed me for a few days!

I rushed over to hug him excitedly, and cried: I'm starving to death, send me to die, okay?

I prayed for myself in my heart: no, no, I don't want to die.

12.

He listened to me howl for a while, then moved his arms along my back to comfort me.

But he has silver buttons on his sleeves.

It was so hot that I really cried this time.

I hiccupped while weeping: you... hiccup... burnt... me.

belch.

13.

Unexpectedly, he was quite considerate and cut off the sleeve.

His flat voice sounded again: How old are you?

I sniffed: a...

14.

Me: One... one is 16 years old.

15.

I'm still pretending to be tender.

The author has something to say: School has started, so happy???