I'm tired, break up

Under the gaze of the girl with mixed confusion and astonishment, Fujiwara got up, picked up the soft duvet and covered her body, then made the bed, tucked the corners of the quilt, and finally, he leaned down and stamped on her forehead. A tender kiss.

"Go to sleep, I'll turn off the lights for you." Fujiwara Yuki straightened up after giving this good night kiss, turned around calmly, and walked out of the room. "See you tomorrow morning."

This set of actions Fujiwara Yuki did was smooth and smooth, and the warmth was so tender that it didn't look like a boyfriend and girlfriend who had been in a relationship for less than a month, but rather like a father coaxing his beloved little daughter to sleep.

Suddenly, Fujiwara Yuki's footsteps stopped, he turned his head, and saw a hand stretched out from the quilt, grabbing the corner of his clothes forcefully.

——Nakano Wuyue sat up from the bed at some point, and was staring at him blankly, as stiff as a sculpture.

"What's wrong?" Fujiwara Zhi turned around, he rubbed his girlfriend's hair, and asked softly.

Looking at her boyfriend's face, Nakano Wuyue opened her mouth, but found that her throat was dry and she couldn't say anything. She was frightened by Fujiwara Yuki's previous actions and her heart was beating wildly, and it was only now that she felt a little relieved.

Fortunately, Fujiwara Yuki has been waiting for her very patiently. After a long time, the girl squeezed out a sentence from her throat with all her strength: "Why?"

After these words were uttered, the dryness in the throat finally eased a little, and Nakano Wuyue hastily asked a supplementary question: "Zhi Jun came to see me, in fact, you want to do that kind of thing, right?"

Fujiwara Yuki was silent for a moment, and finally bent down, touching his girlfriend's forehead, blue and dark black, two pairs of eyes of different colors reflected each other through a thin layer of lenses.

This kind of staring made Nakano Wuyue feel uneasy again. She curled up her legs unconsciously, carefully looked at her boyfriend's eyes, trying to figure out his emotions with her eyes, looking cowardly like a kitten.

It's just a pity that Fujiwara Yuki's gaze was always as calm as a lake. Nakano Mayzuki looked at it for a long time, but got nothing but the information that "boyfriend's eyes are actually very beautiful".

"I admit that I do have that idea." At this time, Fujiwara Yuki said.

Such a straightforward answer made Nakano Mayzuki's face turn red in an instant, the girl kicked Fujiwara Yuki's knee lightly through the quilt to express her dissatisfaction, but finally looked up at her boyfriend, obediently waiting for his next words.

"But I gave up in the end." Fujiwara Yuki continued, "Because May is afraid."

"Am I scared?" Nakano Wuyue nodded his lips hesitantly.

Fujiwara nodded. This emperor penguin has always been short in conversation, and is used to hitting the nail on the head. "Because May was afraid that I would leave after doing that, so I gave up."

"It turned out to be for this." Nakano Wuyue's lips parted slightly in surprise. "But Zhijun, you clearly know that if you want it, I won't"

"I like May." Fujiwara Yuki interrupted Nakano May with a soft confession. "If you frighten your beloved girlfriend, you are already disqualified as a boyfriend. I can't let her fear become a reality."

"But Zhijun is not"

"Does Wuyue think that I am dating you with the goal of getting rid of you?" Fujiwara Shiki asked calmly. He took Nakano Wuyue's hand, put it on his chest, and stared at the pair of hands calmly. Beautiful blue eyes. "I've said it from the beginning, and I've always believed in one thing: Nakano Mayzuki will be the girl who will be with me until the end of time."

Nakano Wuyue stared blankly at him, gradually, the girl's eyes became brighter, she slowly took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and stopped looking at the pair of dark eyes in front of her.

"So, sleep in peace, don't be afraid, and don't need to worry, I'm always here and I won't leave." Fujiwara Zhi gently pressed his girlfriend's forehead, straightened up and prepared to walk out of the room.

But soon, Fujiwara Yuki discovered something unusual - the hand that was holding the corner of his clothes did not obey his words and obediently let go.

"May?" Emperor Penguin turned around suspiciously.

Nakano Wuyue sat on the bed, lowered his head and didn't look at him. He heard Nakano Wuyue say in a very small voice: "What did you say 'always there', but you ran back to your room alone for the night? This kind of thing Don't you think this kind of thing is too despicable?"

Fujiwara pushed his glasses. "May, what are you talking about?"

"That is to say, can Zhijun Zhijun stay tonight?" Nakano Wuyue's voice trembled when she spoke, she didn't even dare to look at the face of the person in front of her, the girl stared at the quilt covering her lap, I feel like I'm going to burn with too much shyness.

Facing this invitation, which could almost be called a total surrender, Fujiwara Yuki did not respond immediately.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, looked at the girl in front of him quietly, until the blushing blushing on the other's face completely faded, then raised his hand, covered her face lightly, and asked calmly: "Won't you regret it? "

"I don't know." Nakano Wuyue pursed her lips, she was silent for a long time, and finally showed a relieved smile. "Maybe the second I open my eyes tomorrow morning, I will regret it so much that I want to kill myself. But now, I only hope that the person who cherishes me so much can be by my side."

After finishing speaking, she took a light breath and opened her arms to the boy she loved deeply.

"Hey, hold me tight."

"Ah-"

The fire suddenly lit up, and the thin flapping of wings stopped suddenly.

The moth finally broke through the wind pressure and rushed towards the flame.In just a split second, the blazing flames engulfed the bug, and the hundreds of degrees of high temperature instantly deprived it of its ability to fly, and it fell straight to the ground, like a stone thrown from a height.

The woman with the big horns on her head lowered her head, staring silently at the moth that fell to the ground. It rolled into the dust under the candle, the orange flame spread on its body, and its snow-white scales twitched slightly. Enduring unbearable pain and struggling as hard as possible, but it seems to be a sigh of happiness after finally feeling the warmth of the fire.

"At dawn, it will turn into a pile of ashes, do you think it will regret it at that time?"

"I don't know, after all, she was already dead at that time, but I think, at least at the moment when she embraced the fire and light, she was happy."

"Is it worth it to exchange the rest of your life for a moment of happiness?"

"It's not worth it or not, I can only say that it's pitiful."

"Yes, it's so pitiful." The voice paused, and suddenly sighed with emotion: "What is the difference between us and her, and this poor moth?"