My Origin is Your Wife

Sakura's face was blushing, but she didn't dare to make a sound.

She always felt that she was going to become strange, but unexpectedly she didn't know how to describe it.

"May...Student Wuyue..." Sakura Dujuan's cry of blood suddenly awakened Yuzuka Wuyue from her struggle.

What are you doing! ?

Yumizuka Wuyue looked at Sakura, who was panicked like a little rabbit, and wished she could slap herself.

"I'm sorry." Clenching her hands tightly, Yumizuka Wuzuki stepped back a little, leaving Sakura a little room to move.

Sakura almost fell softly, Yumizuka Wuyue hurriedly supported Keren in front of her.

Sakura is just an ordinary girl after all.

What's more... Gongzuka Wuyue is still the most special kind.

With cheeks flushed like blood, Sakura stared at Yumizuka Mayzuki's slender toes.

As for why you don't stare at yourself, because... you can't see it.This may be the pain that Tohsaka Rin cannot understand in his life.

"I'm sorry." Yuzuka Wuyue made a hoarse sobbing voice, clenched his right hand tightly, and his body was shaking.

That tearing sound made people feel extremely uncomfortable and depressing, as if an invisible hand was strangling Yumizuka Wuzuki's neck.

Looking at Yumizuka Itsuki like that, Sakura suddenly sighed and combed Yumizuka Itsuki's hair.

Yumizuka May, who had been hiding in the dark for two days, had long chestnut hair that looked messy, but it had a pretty good touch, soft and smooth.

"What happened to Wuyue?" Sakura comforted Yumizuka Wuyue while asking cautiously.

Yumizuka Itsuki fell silent.

The scene of that night came to mind again.

After saying goodbye to Sakura, she walked across the street and was about to walk down the alley to go home.

Then, she saw—

Wearing a white off-the-shoulder dress, a girl with long black hair stood in the alleyway with her back to her.

The girl turned around slowly.

The girl looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, with red eyes.Bare feet, the white skin exposed on the shoulders and legs is as flawless as high-grade porcelain under the moonlight.

She showed a beautiful and innocent smile to Yumizuka May.

Afterwards, Yumizuka Wuyue lost her memory.All that remains is an almost convulsive euphoria and a near-death experience.

Gently touching the skin between Sakura's neck with her fingertips, Yumizuka Itsuki lowered her head.

"I met a vampire."

"Ah!?" Sakura stopped her comforting movements and smiled slightly. "Student May, stop joking. There are no vampires in the world."

"Yes." Yumizuka Wuyue slowly approached Sakura's slender neck.

Sakura seemed to feel a pair of cold fangs rubbing against her skin, itching. "Student May, don't do this, it's so itchy."

Yumizuka Wuyue slowly pulled away from her body.

There are no long fangs like those in fairy tales, but a pair of playful canine teeth.

But Yumizuka Itsuki knew that she could easily tear the girl in front of her.

"It's very late, Sakura should go back early." Suppressing the sleepy beast in her heart, Gongzuka Wuyue lowered her head and said in a deep voice.

"Yeah." Sakura felt a little uncomfortable looking at Yumizuka Mayzuki.

She held Yumizuka Mayzuki's left hand.

"But... remember to go to school tomorrow."

"Also, if you need anything, just give me a call."

Sakura's intuition told her that Yumizuka Wuyue must have encountered something, and she was so excited when she saw herself.

"No." Gongzuka Wuyue tilted his head, looking at the other side of the corridor.

"Oh!? Why." Sakura was a little confused.

"Tomorrow is the weekend, no need to go to school." Yumizuka Wuyue raised the corners of his mouth.

Swah——

The blush that had just dissipated on Sakura's cheeks swept up again.

I lost my life!

How can you be so stupid.

"Then it's settled, I'll go back first, my sister has to worry." She ran away in a panic.

Sakura cares more about her sudden embarrassment than being pushed against the wall by Yumizuka Itsuki.

Yumizuka Wuzuki stood by the railing, watched Sakura running towards the back of the black car, and slowly let go of her hand.

Viscous blood trickled down her fingertips drop by drop, and the pain constantly stimulated her nerves.