Chapter 5: chapter5

The white room door was slowly pushed open, and the soft light inside the room poured out from the expanding door gap until the bedroom was completely in Asa's eyes.
The main color of the room is also white, pure white furniture, pure white ceiling, and mixed with delicate silver furnishings-
Asa glanced and turned her head. Don't take a deep look at Samael, turn her head and walk towards the door at the end of darkness.
"This room is left for you, Mr. Samer, the girl's heart." When I turned the doorknob, I added a sentence, "Don't be so thankful--" The words that weren't finished were pinched after opening the door throat.
Asa turned abruptly, pointing with incredible eyes inside the open door. "Why is this room also virtuous?" The finger pointed to a simple and elegant white cabinet.
The two rooms with wide doors stood opposite each other, and the decoration was not bad, as if looking into a mirror.
Samael smiled and said, "I feel honored in the same room as the host's sleep." The expression of respect and admiration in his voice almost made Asa believe it was true.
"In fact, they are connected internally, which can provide you with a more comprehensive service." Samer raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth slightly increased.
Asa slipped the corner of his mouth, raised an eyebrow fretfully, and turned into the door.
The uncontrolled door closed slowly.
—Click.
The black-painted door was closed, blocking sight from the other end of the corridor.
Samer didn't move, leaning against the pure white door frame as if waiting for something.
The opposite door was closed for less than ten minutes,
A bang was opened roughly, and a bang hit the wall and bounced back.
Asa's face in the room was a bit ugly, the hem of his clothes was ripped out, and the buttons were clasped indiscriminately.
He also held a pair of trousers to the ground.
As soon as he saw the other person, Samael stood upright and pushed open the door of the room for a while. "My dear master, your clothes are in this room."
"Pedal! Pedal! Pedal!"
Asa's face was dark and there was no interface. He walked barefoot and trampled the floor--
Hey, to express your dissatisfaction? Samer smiled silently.
"咣 啷"
Asa walked into the white-lacquered room door, closed the door without looking back, and stopped the man who raised his head by the door. As soon as I looked down, I saw the trousers still in my hand, the trousers he could wear as a mop--
The dull knocking sounded rhythmically, and the man in front of the door sounded ill, "Master, you took my pants, I don't think it suits you."
"Return to you! Mr. stingy housekeeper." Opening the door with a pop, shoving the pinched crumpled trousers into the other's hands, Asa quickly retracted his head.
He won't go crazy without taking a bath!
Open the door of the clothes room, and clothes that fit his body are carefully and neatly hung; leather shoes are carefully arranged.
Asa took off a well-matched set of clothes, and a fresh soapy fragrance drifted into her nose.
Ok? Washed--
Did that man wash it too?
Imagining the situation when the tall man carefully prepared these things, Asa suddenly felt that Mr. Samer seemed not bad.
After all, they did n’t know each other before, and the other party was not obliged to do this for themselves, and themselves
Not even qualified to enjoy everything here.
If we were originally skeptical of Samuel's motives, this caution and vigilance dissipated when we saw these carefully prepared clothing, shoes and socks.
If a person approaches purposefully, it is impossible to do so well in details, such as new clothes that need to be cleaned;
Asa looked complex in front of the cabinet, took a flat shirt in his hand, and turned into the bathroom.
The entire wall of the bathroom was filled with smooth mirrors, and Asa stood expressionlessly in front of the mirror wall, slightly lifting her chin and unbuttoning the buttons.
The corner of the teenager's eyes in the mirror is slightly tilted, and the narrow, light-colored eyelashes cover the slightly narrowed eye sockets. At this time, he is doing the same action as him--
The jacket was dropped and dropped on the ground, and the serpentine gemstone reflected the cold light under his collarbone, just like the statue downstairs.
Asa stared coldly at himself in the mirror. Until now he had the opportunity to look at himself carefully. After taking off his clothes, his body shape was not as thin as when he was wearing clothes. His sharp bones made him look sharp and straight. When their legs are brought together, they look like a subtle and restrained sword blade; their symmetrical texture is wrapped in pale skin, and the white light blonde hair lining the head is very shiny.
Throwing his trousers to the ground, Asa lifted his leg into the bathtub, his body slowly slipped, and the water swallowed his body an inch, soothing his tired nerves.
But he never looked at that mirror, or himself in the mirror, because--
In addition to his name, even this skin bag made him feel strange, whether he had short blond hair or a sea-colored pupil, he was not familiar with it.
Is this really him?
Asa, am I you?
The hot and cold flowing water wrapped his skin, Asa's brain gradually emptied, and the bitterness caused by the memory blank in his heart quietly faded away.
Orange shampoo frowned Asa, but he squeezed it into the bath ball. The blood stains on the body were washed, and the pores of the body were spread out. Until the skin of the fingers was soaked and wrinkled, Asa ended the cleaning with satisfaction.
-Wah
Asa stood up from the bathtub, and the drops of water on her body formed a series of curtains of water. The moment she turned around, Asa glanced at the mirror and froze dumbly--
The juvenile reflected on the back of the mirror, carved three pairs of angry blood-red feather wings. The blood wings covered a large area. The uppermost wings occupied his butterfly bones, and the feathers on the lower pair of wings even spread. To his waist.
The texture of each feather on the back is clear and bright, and the blood red reflects the pale skin, but it is abrupt but not inconsistent, like--
It should have been in this position.
Asa's pupils shrank fiercely, staring closely at the pattern on the spine, a strange burning sensation overflowed from the apex of the heart, and eagerly poured into his brain through the spine.
The pain of being crushed and crushed by the butterfly bone last night seemed to surge up again, in the same position.
Water droplets kept rolling down from the body, and the water in the bathtub was unknown how many times it was heated by the bathtub.
Asa was still standing still, until the burning sensation in his brain slowly faded, and then he took up a bath towel to cover his spine, blocking the pattern that made him palpitate.
Dry the water stains on his body. Asa wore a shirt loosely, facing himself in the mirror, and buckled the button to his throat bone expressionlessly.
In any case, he should be familiar with his skin as soon as possible--
After carefully examining the clothes on his body, Asa then walked out of the bathroom with confidence.
"Why are you here?" As soon as I went out, I saw the tall dark-haired man now holding a tray by his bed.
"I think it's time for you to eat." Asa then realized that the wine glasses on the dark tray were filled with dark red thick blood. Oh, very fresh.
Asa put the bath towel on her hair and licked the sharp teeth looking directly at Samuel's neck. "I thought you would let me drink your special blood."
"This is indeed my blood." Samer put the tray on the table and smiled. "Or the host wants to drink it directly? Hey, just like you did for breakfast."
Asa licked his teeth and frowned, "Did you bleed it yourself?" He looked suspiciously at him.
"Yes, does the master want to see it?" Samer lowered his head and took off the white gloves, exposing the slender wrist bone, which had a light pink flesh of tender meat, apparently the newly grown flesh.
"..." Asa moved her lips, her frowns tightened, and she asked after a while, "Will the scars disappear?" The man's neck healed in the morning as he did.
"That's only the blood saliva can do, and I can only heal to this extent." Shaking his wrists after speaking, Samal's eyebrows were drooping, and his regretful expression was just right.
"Blood saliva?" Asa repeated it again, took off the bath towel and walked to the other side, took the cup and took a sip of the liquid, "I thought you should teach this kind of blood trivia to me in my childhood." Akira With Scarlet Liquid In A Goblet.
The sweet blood slipped down his throat, and Asa nostalgically curled his tongue and licked the sweetness remaining on the tongue coating. "But the blood of Master Butler is as delicious as ever."
Samael stooped and wiped a circle of blood on his upper lip with his fingertips, chuckling and said, "My blood is special, my master."
Asa was stunned by the opponent's movements, uncomfortably leaning at the beginning, and asked calmly: "I have something strange on my back. Alas, I mean the blood-red pattern."
"That's probably the proof of your contract with the dark, and you're the true dark race."
Asa raised an eyebrow, and didn't fully believe what the other person said, but he didn't ask anything.
Raised the cup and drank the blood in, smashed the palate with the tip of his tongue, and Asa seriously said, "You don't need to bleed anymore." After a pause, he turned his head and looked directly at Samer and explained, "唔, It ’s fresher when you drink it directly. "
"Yes, master." The tone was still bland and elegant, but letting Asa raise his eyes to look at him, he promised too soon? Shouldn't the blood slave hate being bitten? For example, yesterday's gravekeeper--
Ok? There seems to be something wrong ...
Just as Asa was fainting, Samael took the cup from his hand and reminded him, "Master, at night I will arrange a course for you, learn how to eat blood and choose who to eat."
"Huh? Wouldn't it have been to bite the neck and suck?" Asa tilted his head and looked at the other person, asking seriously.
"Of course it's not that simple. That way of eating is too rough. You are a gentleman."
Asa tilted her head for a moment, then asked, "Who is the teacher? Is it also a blood race?"
Samael smiled mysteriously with a pretentious smile, and said with a lip smile, "You will know when the time comes, then I won't bother you." After that, he held up the tray and turned towards the door.
Click, the soft light in the room was turned off, and the whole room was swallowed by darkness after the door was locked.
Asa lay on her back, her body slowly sinking into the velvet.
I'm still busy at night, so let's take a break first--
Just as he was groggy and about to fall asleep, the door was opened again. Someone walked into the bathroom from the door, and then walked over to the bed, leaning against his ear and softly saying, "Master, if you don't Go to bed after brushing your teeth.
Asa rolled over, lying on the bed and replied muffled, "then give me blood again."
Sameer holding his dirty laundry basket's hand stiffened, raised his hand to support his forehead, and went out with his lips.
At the wrist covered by white gloves, a light-colored scar quickly faded and healed until it was no longer visible--
It ’s actually pretty good, right?