In the evening, the starlight took over the sun and covered the citadel. The waves beat the shore, and then a thin mist rose and dispersed everywhere.

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I carried a candle to the roof where I agreed to meet. The night fog penetrated into every crack in the city. I covered the candle and looked around.

The surrounding silence is terrifying, and the rising mist has always been the veil of the city at night, covering the daily noise. Leon sat at the edge of the eaves and looked at me: "Have a sit."

Without saying a word, I sat quietly beside him, close to him. The candle flickered in the wind and reflected a lonely boat on the roof.

After a long silence, he asked, "Only bring one candle..."

"In fact, we don't need to light candles any more. What is in front of us is a white candle that keeps burning all the time." Looking at the far downstream of the Honey River, the beacon fire on the Sky Toucher floats in the dense water vapor at night, like a ship with orange sails, sailing in the vast fog sea.

"With such a heavy fog, I don't know how many people will climb out of the high wall of knowledge and throw themselves into the arms of prostitutes." He chuckled, and the lock of golden hair hanging in front of his right eye was blown up with the wind. "I don't know how many people will do something unseen in the fog."

In the vast white fog, the more I looked at his face, the more I felt strange, but at the same time, I found his palm was soft and hot. My five fingers are close together, and the two fingers are intertwined. I can't help thinking: "Leon is the only person in the citadel who knows my identity. I have been with him since I was a child, and I have long had feelings in my heart."

I stood up with his palms around each other. My body was unconsciously close to each other, and a warm feeling was transmitted from his chest. I could feel the temperature of his body surface like fire, and he seemed to have his own hot blood flowing under the skin. In the silence, his next breath was heard clearly, sometimes peaceful, sometimes urgent, and sometimes sighing.

"It's ridiculous. It seems that we have only known each other for a year." My waist was surrounded by a pair of cold hands, like a dagger waiting to be stabbed behind me. At this time, under the veil of the night, it doesn't matter whether we kiss, play funny or even go to bed. It is easy to forget the present by recalling the past often, but if you do the opposite, life will be dull.

I leaned against his throat and let the candle flame at my feet go out. At this moment, there is only one another, and the warmth in my hands is still not gone.

"Oh... are we drunk?" I confirmed repeatedly in my heart.

"Someday -" he paused suddenly. "Nothing."

I stroked his neck, and sure enough, they were all like flower stems, beautiful and just appeared in front of me. Maybe... one, no, two. Yes, two bites can make his throat glow.

We spent moments and moments in silence, and finally both of us put into action, kissed his lips and teeth, and dragged the collar of his clothes. We never felt that this kind of communication was necessary.

The lips were bitten by each other, and the feelings buried deep in the heart became more and more apparent. The gradually rising body temperatures of both sides warmed the air on the side of the body. I saw... his eyes under the golden strands of hair, filled with hot tears, dropping on my shoulder.

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