Outside the balcony, the Sun had completely sunk below the horizon. The ink-blue night gradually painted the city's sky. Inside the large living room, only a warm light was turned on, and the blurred light and shadows seemed to blend together.
Little Emperor, with unusual understanding, jumped off the sofa and gracefully walked onto the balcony outside, casually pulling up the drooping curtains with its paw, making the light inside the living room even dimmer.
On the soft sofa.
Two figures, one large and one small, sat side by side as if overlapping, with only subtle and rapid breathing sounds between them.
The youth's original black short hair began to turn silver-white, with strands of divine power overflowing and draping down his shoulders, mixing with the woman's scattered ink-black long hair. Black and White, like light and Shadow in the living room, began to become inseparable and indistinguishable... Vincent's fingers deeply inserted into the thick hair at the back of her head, like a child craving sweets, eagerly and passionately savoring and extracting the most delicious violet medium.
This scene continued for an unknown duration.
Perhaps it was only a few short seconds, or perhaps it lasted several minutes, even tens of minutes... After all, with the physiques of two demigods, even not breathing would not affect anything.
Anyway, neither of them wanted to stop, indulging in this fleeting moment of crossing a forbidden boundary.
Until.
The door of the house was suddenly unlocked and opened.
"Has no one returned yet?"
Accompanied by a pleasant and soft voice, Scarlet Girl, carrying a schoolbag and grocery bags in her small hands, walked into the house with some effort.
She put down her schoolbag and raised her hand to press the light switch for the living room next to the door.
In that instant.
A figure on the sofa reacted extremely quickly, like a bolt of lightning passing through the living room, disappearing into the bathroom and closing the door along the way.
Almost in the next instant after the door closed.
All the lights inside the living room turned on, as if turning from evening to midday, illuminating the house brightly.
Thus.
When the returning Little Wanda raised her eyes to look, she saw Vincent, whose hair had turned silver again, lying face down on the sofa.
Yes, like he had died... "Master, what's wrong with you?" Wanda asked curiously.
"Never mind me, let me calm down and think for myself. There's a homework problem that's too difficult," Vincent said, waving his hand weakly.
"Okay." Wanda blinked her eyes, changed into slippers, and walked into the living room, then saw the sound of shower water dripping from the illuminated bathroom.
"Did Miss Diana also come back?" Wanda's doll-like face showed a happy expression, and she said happily, "That's great!"
Vincent raised his head: "What? Is it that bad to eat alone with me?"
"That's not it. It's just..." Scarlet Girl bit her pink lips, and finally called out with some grievance: "Master, you big dummy!" Then, she trotted to the kitchen.
In fact, she was happy for Vincent.
After all, Wanda also vaguely knew in her heart that Vincent hadn't had dinner with Miss Diana for a long time, and he must be feeling somewhat lonely...
Dinner time.
Vincent helped Wanda take the pan-fried steak and other dinners to the dining table.
Diana quickly came out of her room as well. She changed into a loose white gauze nightgown, and her not-yet-dry black hair curled slightly, casually draped over her well-shaped shoulders and neck.
Losing a bit of intellectualism, gaining a bit of charm.
Vincent subconsciously glanced at her lips, the curve as perfect as ever, only with a slight, almost imperceptible mark at the corner of her lips.
Diana seemed to have caught his brief gaze. Her exquisite and beautiful face showed no expression, and she gracefully came to the side and sat down elegantly.
Only when Little Wanda turned to get the last portion of food, Diana reached out her finger and tapped Vincent's brow, a hint of reproach and unnaturalness flashing across her dignified and calm face, her heart beating faster than when facing the terrifying and powerful Doomsday.
Only Vincent.
Could put Diana in such an embarrassing situation just now, showing a behavior of fleeing in panic for the first time.
Vincent covered his forehead in pain, but the corners of his mouth slightly raised, suddenly wanting to laugh out loud.
But he knew that if he laughed, he would really be finished.
"Master, would you like a dessert?" Wanda's questioning voice came from the kitchen.
"No need." Vincent blinked his eyes and said, "I've already had dessert just now."
Dong!
Vincent once again received a brow flick attack from Diana... After dinner.
The family of three sat on the sofa watching TV.
Wanda, cute and obedient, hugged Little Emperor and sat quietly on one side, her small feet dangling down from the sofa, not touching the ground. Diana held a book that was always obscure and difficult to understand, sitting on the other side, her slender and fair feet crossed together at an angle on the floor.
Vincent, on the other hand, sat cross-legged in the middle of the sofa in a carefree manner, his silver hair scattered everywhere.
At this time.
Vincent suddenly remembered that he hadn't replied to the messages yet, and he had already made a decision and realization in his heart—tomorrow he would go to Gwen's house, and the day after tomorrow he would go to Kara's house. Anyway, it was all the same whether he died sooner or later, so he might as well be brave and face life head-on.
However, when he took out his phone from his pocket.
The screen that lit up indicated that he had received a private message.
Vincent's mind stirred.
If it were Gwen and Kara, they should use Twitter, so this message was probably sent by someone else.
And Vincent's social circle was so small, who would send him a message via SMS?
Vincent opened the message, and his face immediately became much more serious.
He saw that it was an unsigned private message, with a detailed address located somewhere in New York written on it.
In addition, at the bottom of the message, there was also an English word—
stars (Stars).
In this way, even if the message was unsigned, the identity of the sender was already very clear.
Vincent subconsciously glanced at Wanda next to him. Little Wanda was watching TV with fascination, her small hands still stroking Little Emperor's fluff.
"Cough, it's time to sleep," Vincent said suddenly.
Wanda looked up at the time. It was only around nine o'clock in the evening. Thinking that Vincent was too sleepy today, she obediently nodded and said, "Okay."
Diana noticed Vincent's strangeness and closed the book in her hand without showing any signs.
After the lights were turned off, the living room sank into the night.
Vincent groped his way into Diana's room. He didn't hide anything from his aunt and mentioned the message he had just received.
"So, that girl is asking you for help?" Diana said thoughtfully.
"Probably. With her personality, she wouldn't send me such a message for no reason." Vincent nodded and said in a deep voice, "She is both Wanda's relative and has helped me before. No matter what, I have to go and confirm."
"I'll go with you," Diana said.
"No need." Vincent shook his head and smiled: "The current me has the same abilities as you! And if even you leave home, Wanda will be worried."
"But..." Diana was about to say something, but at this moment, a small orange cat figure squeezed in through the crack in the door.
Behind the kitten, its tail was curled up, holding a glass jar, with a colorful starfish inside.
"Meow." Little Emperor looked at Vincent and called softly.
"Need to relay the information?" Guan Luo sent out a thought.
"No need." Vincent smiled, hugged Little Emperor and Guan Luo in his arms, and turned to Diana and said, "Aunt, are you relieved now?"
"Well then, be careful." Diana nodded softly. This lineup, which could be called luxurious, even Steppenwolf would not be able to threaten Vincent's life.
It was also time to let the child try flying on his own.
"At least take my equipment with you," Diana said.
Vincent scratched his head and said decisively, "Forget about the clothes. As for weapons, just one will be enough!"
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