Devil President, Don't Bite Me

Joey drank a few cups of fresh juice and soon felt her lower abdomen swell. She got up and went to the bathroom.

There was a fountain in the bathroom. The small colorful fountain changed its color under the light. It was very beautiful. Joey stood there and looked at it for a while before he went out. She studied design. When she promised her parents to come to the dance, she also wanted to see if the luxurious ancient castle of Mohism was as beautiful as it was rumored.

Now what she sees is true. The castle is really beautiful. There is a sense of precipitation of years everywhere, exquisite relief, hand painted glass, European style spire shape, and huge streamline arch. All surprised her.

When she came out of the bathroom, she saw a narrow staircase next to the wall. It was pure white. Each handrail pole was a small portrait. She was interested for a moment, so she went to see it.

The portrait is beautifully carved, and even the hair is intact. Men, women, the elderly and children are loaded with all kinds of clothes and have all kinds of expressions. Unexpectedly, there is no repetition.

Joey looked at the last one, straightened up and found that he had unwittingly gone upstairs.

Looking ahead, it is a white world, separated by tall arches.

Joey was attracted by these arches, raised his feet and walked slowly forward.

Through the arches, she was like walking in a vast expanse of white snow, with a strange peace.

Suddenly, she heard the faint sound of the piano, clean and clear, just like the white world. She followed the sound of the piano and gently pushed open a tall arch.

The room is also white, but there is a black piano near the window, which is particularly eye-catching in this snow-white room.

A man was sitting behind the piano, playing with his head down.

So close, the sound of the piano becomes more and more clear, like a secluded spring in the mountain and a deep valley of water, which is unspeakably beautiful.

The huge piano top cover covered the man's face. Joey only saw the silhouette of him in dark blue clothes and trousers. His raised hand was slender and bony.

Joey walked over slowly and wanted to see the man behind the piano. He played the piano so well that he must look good. She didn't mean anything else. She just wanted to see the handsome man. For her age, a handsome face is still attractive.

One step, two steps, three steps... The sound of the piano suddenly stopped.

Joey's feet stopped inexplicably.

The man stood up slowly. He was standing tall and dressed in a dark blue knight suit. Rows of silver buttons glittered under the light, shining Joey's eyes.

Standing three meters away, he has a distinguished temperament, but he has a taste of silence and solitude. It seems that he is standing on the top of the world, and no one can get close to him.

When he saw the man's face, Joey was a little disappointed. He even wore face furniture!

The man stood there and didn't move, but Joey felt a flash of light and shadow. The man had come in front of her. She was so frightened that she took a step back, but one leg stepped out, but the other leg was nailed there and couldn't move. The man grabbed her arm.

His hands were white and slender, but extremely cold. Joey felt the goose bumps rolling out of his body in an instant.

The next second, the man lowered his head. Joey was shocked and thought he was going to kiss her, but the man just put his face between her neck and stopped there about a millimeter away.

His hands were cold, but his breath was hot. He sprayed it into her delicate neck like a dense sharp needle through her skin, burning and stinging.

Joey trembled. It was intuitive that the man was as terrible as a ghost. She didn't even dare to breathe out and almost stopped breathing.

Cold as cold iron hands, hot as needle breathing, and the torture of ice and fire made Joey extremely miserable. Her back was wet. Reason told her that she should push away the man and run away, but fear held her heart tightly and made her dare not move.

The man didn't touch her. He stayed there for a long time... It seemed that he was just smelling her

For a long time, the man straightened up, with a clear voice and simple words, but with a momentum that can not be ignored, "your name."