Love from the Male Protagonist’s Harem

The kiss was hot and crazy under the cold heavy rain, slowly, and some water was flowing long.

It was fierce at the beginning, just like an unswerving madness, with lips and tongue intertwined, and the back of the head was held tightly, as if the desire and darkness that had been hidden for a long time burst out, without mercy, without understanding, in madness, It seemed to have a little bit of revenge from gritted teeth, but behind the gritted teeth, there seemed to be gentle pity.

Xia Ge felt that she could not breathe anymore. The wind and rain were swaying. Under the cold and cold rain, she was like a small boat, suffering from a violent storm. She opened her eyes and her head was a little muddled, not knowing what was going on. I don't know what happened, suddenly... it became like this.

She just... just doesn't want to let her go.

Why, why did it become like this?

She didn't know if it was right or wrong, and she couldn't understand her heart.

But she knows.

She doesn't want to lose... this person.

—Xia Wuyin, who has been living a mess, doesn't want to lose this person.

She has been, has been, has been living for others.

For Doudou, for Ye Ze, for Chu Yi, for everyone I met on this inexplicable road, for every word they said to her, to live.

Wandering, take ghost dragon jade, save Ye Ze, take Tianmu grass.

But she... doesn't want to do this now.

She wants to be selfish now.

She knew that some people had nothing to do with love and other things, but they just missed it and disappeared. She doesn't know if she likes or loves, but she clearly knows that she Xia Ge doesn't want to lose this person.

Xia Ge felt that she was out of breath, she didn't know what to do, she was silly.

The kiss slowly became pity.

Gu Peijiu's voice was vaguely hoarse, "Breathe."

Xia Ge: "...oh."

The confused mind slowly regained its sanity, and at the moment of sanity recovery—

In this way, it is wrong.

Xia Ge pulled the corner of the senior sister's clothes, her pupils slowly tightened—

No, it can’t be like this, it can’t be like this.

You can't be so selfish.

This is not okay, it is unfair, and it is not fair to the senior sister at all.

Do you know what love is?

Do you know how to respond to the love of a girl?

Do you know how to love a girl?

You know nothing.

You don't know anything at all, you are just lonely, you are just greedy for someone's tenderness, you just think that she is good to you, so you have to be good to her.

But do you love her? Would you take the initiative to kiss her? Can you love her like she loves you? Touch her like a lover, do you love her?

—You don’t know how to love her.

But you know, you know, you know, as long as you stretch out your hand, she will hold you, and she will respond to you without hesitation or reservation.

But... will you always hold her hand?

Will you? Can you?

Xia Wuyin, who doesn't know where the ending will be, Xia Xiaozhangling who takes responsibility, and Xia Ge who bears the name of a puppet master, has the ability to love someone? Or, can you protect her?

…No, none of them.

There is only one thing you can do from beginning to end.

She treats you well, you treat her well.

So, why are you selfish like this? Does she love you?

Precarious wind and rain.

Gu Peijiu felt the stiffness of the person in his arms very clearly.

She was too impatient after all.

The people in his arms carry too much and get too little.

Don't dare to love in all kinds of ways, can't ask for all kinds of things. In the end, Qianfan was exhausted, and he could only look down on everything. Only in the game world can he laugh so innocently.

She paused, sighed softly, and hugged the person tightly in her arms.

The cold rain made the body temperature even more hot.

Some scorching hot.

It's very warm.

In the corner, a silver butterfly quietly fell from the branch, and then turned into pieces of dust, disappearing in the pouring rain, like a maple leaf in autumn, no one cared.

Xia Ge didn't know what to say. After a long time, she felt that she should say something—no, she had to say something.

Life is alive, there are many, many things you can’t ask for, and because you can’t ask for it, you can endure, so Xia Ge has many, many things you can’t ask for.

It's just hard not to ask for it.

She couldn't bear to make this person want it.

She asked lowly.

"...What is the senior sister doing here?"

The soft, plain white hand gently stroked her soaked hair, and slowly stroked it down, with one hand moisturized, Gu Peijiu whispered.

"It's raining."

So.

"...Come and see you."

The sound of wind and rain, the rustling of leaves, the piercing thunder and thousands of sounds in the world, only her voice can sound so gentle.

…What should I do, say something, say sorry? Or did she say she couldn't...or giggled over, when nothing happened?

How can I not hurt this person?

How can I be more gentle?

Why did she rush out, why did she hold the senior sister, why? You can't do anything, you can't give anything, why should you be so impulsive?

Why?

Xia Ge's voice was slightly hoarse, "I..."

Gu Peijiu's eyes darkened, covering her lips, her slender eyelashes resembling butterfly wings, "Evil Spirit Mountain is born."

Xia Ge opened his eyes slightly.

"…I will go."

"Wait for me to come back." Gu Peijiu's voice was soft, "Give me the answer again."

==

Jianfeng, on the rocky cliff.

The rain is very heavy, very cold, very cold.

The girl hugged her knees and sat quietly on the most prominent part of the rocky cliff. Her dark and hollow eyes looked at the cold stream of the abyss. The cold rain drenched her hair, and her soaked clothes were tightly attached to her body. Thin legs and exquisite body.

what is love?

Chu Yi put her hands on her chest, her white hands slowly exerted force, soaking her clothes so that the folds were caught, she was wearing her clothes, and tightly grasped the right corner of the dragon jade that she wore next to her body, her finger bones were white, little by little, The right corner is embedded in the palm of the hand—

Can't breathe anymore.

So sad.

Chu Yi's face gradually paled.

Everything Yindie saw was like a dose of deadly poison, poured into his heart, leaving no room for it.

…So sad.

So uncomfortable, so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable—

Why, why... Obviously you are alone, why, why did it become like this?

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts more than when the mother ruined her eyes, it hurts more than when her prostitute turns into a prostitute, and it hurts more than when she knows her brother doesn't want her.

She accepts all of these, and she accepts all of them.

But, why-my brother doesn't want her, but likes others?

It's so uncomfortable, so painful, she's dying, and she's dying from the uncomfortable—the rain is so cold and cold, who will save her, who can save her? !

The only answer to her was rain.

Cold, merciless rain.

It's cold.

"...Brother, I'm cold." Chu Yi curled up on the cliff and murmured, "I'm... cold."

She stared at the gloomy sky, her hollow eyes were starless and moonless, and the dragon horns in her palms formed a shape.

In a trance, it went back to a long, long time ago.

At that time, the elder brother took back the ghost dragon jade, while looking for Ye Ze, while avoiding the people in the evil ghost camp with her.

They hid in the wood shed of a family.

The firewood room is also very cold, but not as cold as this.

"Cold?"

The boy's voice was low, "Take me a little bit."

Little Butterfly said softly, "I am cold, and my brother will be cold too."

The boy coaxed her slightly with a smile, "Little Butterfly won't be cold when she leans over. If one person is cold, it may be very cold, but if two people are cold, they won't be cold together."

The two cuddled together, huddled in the corner, and his brother's arms were not cold at all, very warm and warm.

But that night, maybe it was too tired, she dreamed of many things she didn't want to dream about—at that time, a sharp dagger was aimed at her eyes, and then, severely struck down—

"what-"

Suddenly awakened.

She seemed to be held in her arms, her body warm.

It's just that my heart is cold.

"What's the matter?" The young man's voice couldn't hear any sleepiness, but when he asked her, he was very gentle. After Chu Yi realized the reaction, he didn't even rest.

"I..." Chu Yi grabbed the corner of the boy's clothes, thinking about the knife, for a long while, "I have a ghost in my dream."

Xia Ge touched her head to comfort her: "It must be a terrible ghost, but I am not afraid of it, my brother is here."

"I'm not afraid of ghosts." Chu Yi said with a firm voice, but at that time, she didn't find her hand holding the corner of the boy's clothes, her finger bones pale, "I killed the ghost with a knife."

No one will hurt her anymore.

No one can hurt her.

"Little liar." The boy's voice was stained with a slight smile, "Why are you not afraid of ghosts, why do you shout?"

The little girl's face blushed, "I didn't shout, I...I'm not afraid!"

"Oh, I don't have it, I don't have it, I don't have it at all." The boy's voice was teasing, "I am not afraid of anything, I am the most powerful little butterfly~"

The little girl let go and took out the knife silently. The blades of the meteor dagger are bright, reflecting the starlight.

Xia Ge: "..." I lost at the bottom.

"I'm not afraid of ghosts." Little Butterfly held a knife, her voice firm, "I will become more powerful. No one can hurt you when I stand in front of you."

Just like no one can hurt her.

"So." Xia Ge stared at the tip of the knife less than three inches from his chest, and said helplessly, "Before that, you have to learn to aim the knife at the enemy."

"But someone taught me." Little Butterfly's voice was immature, and her hand holding the handle of the knife trembled slightly. "The handle of the knife should always be in your own hand."

Xia Ge: "..."

-Xingba.

"Don't be afraid of ghosts, super powerful Miss Butterfly, can you let me play with your knife for a while?"

Little Butterfly hesitated for a while, then handed the knife to Xia Ge: "Yes."

Xia Ge teased her: "Don't you want to hold the hilt of the knife in your hand forever?"

"But I'm afraid." Little Butterfly said in a small voice, "...I'm afraid it will hurt you."

Little Butterfly gently tugged at the corner of her dress, "I have always been... alone."

"When you are alone, the hilt of the knife must be in your own hands..."

But now, someone tells her that if one person is cold, it will be very cold and very cold, and if two people are cold, they will not be cold together.

She slowly put her head on Xia Ge's chest and hugged her tightly, "...Teach me what two people look like."

"Obviously...the hilt of the knife is in my own hands, I can't go wrong."

"But why would I be... so scared when you were there."

She was afraid that the knife in her hand would hurt her brother. She didn't know what to do.

Xia Ge was slightly startled, and the meteor dagger was held in his hand, especially the girl's remaining warmth.

For a long, long time, the little girl did not reply from the teenager. She pressed her against the chest of the teenager, and felt warm and at ease when she heard the heartbeat.

It doesn't matter if her brother never answers her.

Because she thought about it.

Yes…

"Crack."

The sound of a sharp dagger was very crisp, almost instantly, the little girl's hair stood up, and the whole person became vigilant!