Chapter 8: His elder sister in memory
Blood splattered down on the white snow, as if splattering a bright red Hyacinth in demonic bloom.
Bodies were strewn across the ground.
The girl stood in the snow, her red-dyed skirt flipping in the gusty wind, playing a dirge.
"Sis!"
The young boy's mournful cry cut through this snowy night.
The young girl was suddenly woken up, her eyes shook, blankly looking at the knife dripping with blood in her hand, and then at the corpses all over the ground, and realizing with hindsight what she had done, she suddenly clutched her head and screamed hysterically.
"Sis!"
"I killed!"
The girl was trembling, and suddenly, as if she had figured something out, she turned her head to look at her brother standing in the doorway, her eyes sad, and muttered, "It's good, Reginald, so that they can't come and bully you anymore."
The flying snow fell on the girl's shoulders and skirt, she tilted her head back to look at the snow falling in the air and smiled lowly, her smile bright and shocking.
" Reginald, the snow is so beautiful ..."
"It's really beautiful."
She murmured softly, then slowly raised the knife in her hand and stabbed herself in the heart.
No!
Don't!
Reginald's eyes snapped open and he rolled out of bed.
It was quiet in the room, really silent, there was no snow, the sky was clearly sunny outside.
It was just a dream.
Reginald gasped raggedly, his long slender fingers buried in his hair.
This nightmare had plagued him for years.
After a moment, he looked down at the bed, where Heloise lay with her eyes closed, a face so pale it was almost transparent under her long dark hair, her lips and nose sensuous.
Clearly, she was a psychotic, but with all the pure beauty etched between her brows.
She was like a handful of pure snow, and also like a bright beam of sunlight.
Reginald looked at her and fell down hard, taking her into his arms and holding her for dear life, almost greedily sniffing the very faint scent of her body.
He sniffed extremely hard, and it was a long time before he came out of that dream.
His gaze began to become lucid.
The person who was holding in his arms was not his sister.
He was about to let go of her when he suddenly realized that he was pressing his arm against the undulating, luscious curves of the girl's body at the front.
Reginald lowered his eyes to look, only seeing that she was hugged by him this way so that her neckline was wrinkled up, and her sexy bosoms were completely leaked from her V-neck neckline for his strong embrace, and a few red marks appear on her smooth skin due to the friction of the neckline, ambiguous to induce fantastic reverie.
Since the impulse had jumped into his brain, he got impolite to reach out his hands and touch them.
It's very soft, jelly-like.
Reginald stared straight up, his body quickly reacting.
Damn.
Had it been so long since he'd had a woman that he was reacting to a psychotic woman.
It couldn't go on much longer.
Reginald pushed her away as hard as he could and sat up from the bed, thinking it wasn't enough, he reached up and cupped Heloise's cheeks, pulling hard on both sides.
This woman had already aroused his desire.
It was obvious that all he wanted was a substitute for his dead sister.
How dared she sleep so soundly?
"..."
Ouch.
Living in BlueWolf Mountain for years, she was very sensitive and alert, and she had already woken up the moment he suddenly sat up, only pretending to be asleep.
This man was really perverted, suddenly sitting up and suddenly pinching her in the face.
How did she offend him with her face?
She pretended to sleep.
She continued to pretend to sleep.
But Reginald escalated his tactics again and started pinching her nose.
Heloise held back again and again, and finally couldn't breathe anymore and opened her eyes to look at him, "Well ..."
She didn't resist, she just looked at him, her long eyelashes curled with moisture, her eyes dull and pure, her long hair laying on the bed like seaweed.
Her voice is soft like a little lamb, still with drowsiness.