The recipe is not so easy to change

Chapter 13

To be honest, the site of a vampire family does make me look forward to it, but I know that such a family cannot have such a noble aesthetic.I guessed right, the house was white inside and out, walls, ceiling, wooden floors, they didn't even spare the thick carpet.

Pushing away Edward who was approaching, and this vampire, I was really about to get snow blindness.Don't think I'm going to praise him, the Cullen's house is completely on my aesthetic blind spot.

On the platform to the left of the door, Carlisle and Esme were waiting for us beside a grand piano.I just realized that my behavior just now was too casual, and when I got to the door, I pushed one of the owners here away.

"You're very welcome, Tausi."

'But I don't want to be welcomed by you. 'It's not my true intention to come here, and Carlisle, who verbally expressed his warm welcome to me, I can't give him an affectionate hug for the time being.

"Nice to see you again, ma'am." Skimming Carlisle, I kissed Esme's hand a little sadly. This lady is no longer single, especially her partner is a horrible Karen.

"You can just call me Esme." She glanced at Carlisle with a smirk. His husband was just like I imagined, and medieval etiquette would not make him jealous.

I took a step forward and whispered in a voice that everyone could hear: "If you think he is boring, I can introduce you to more outstanding men, elegant, cute, wild, unrestrained, there is always one for you like."

"Hey, don't make trouble as soon as you come to my house." In a flash, I was pulled to the other side of the piano by Edward, "Can you have a guest posture?"

I couldn't help but sneer: "Do you regard me as your guest?" The adopted son of the Karen family - this good reputation is just to deceive people's eyes and eyes, or to comfort my conscience. I understand my status very well, but I am just a prisoner.

"I didn't think of you that way." He pressed the keys of the piano with one hand irritably, and the entire spacious and bright first floor suddenly reverberated.

Esme watched us worriedly for a moment, just as their child was coming down the huge spiral staircase.Rosalie, a tall and beautiful vampire with blond hair and black eyes, and Emmett, who is tall, powerful and handsome.Esme can think of a way to divert attention. She is quite enthusiastic about rubbing me into this small group, but don't forget that I am almost the same generation as Carlisle.

Edward withdrew his hand and muttered, "This creates a generation gap?"

"Little ghost, if you don't speak, no one will treat you as dumb." Age seems to have become his only weapon against me.

Both Emmett and Rosalie were wary of me, as if Edward would kill me any minute.Am I looking stupid enough not to think of breaking each one?Since others treat me like this, I don't need to work hard to win their favor. I will leave here after I finish what I want to do.

I never want to come to Forks again.

Edward stared at me sensitively, those eyes that were about to pop out of his sockets seemed to be devouring someone.I reluctantly opened his fingers, and my rabbit would be crushed to death by him later: "I said, you can't worry about the feelings of small animals."

"We were clearly talking about other things."

"The talk is over." I spread my hands, indicating that his adoptive parents have gone to love each other. Emmett and Rosalie have gone out, and the remaining one who hasn't come out is probably looking for Alice.

"Carlisle said, you'll show me my room, right now." Ignoring his stare, I led the way up the stairs, followed immediately by unidentifiable footsteps.Edward was not stubborn in the end, and with a long leg, we adjusted each other, and he pointed to the doors with a blank expression.

"This is the room of Emmett and Rosalie. They always make noises when they have nothing to do. Just pretend you didn't hear it... This is Carlisle's office. If you can't think about it, you can use him as a psychiatrist... This is for Alice and Jasper, she welcomes anyone to come and talk to her about the latest clothes..."

"What if I can't think about it?" Edward is far less generous than he looks, and I can always pick out some of his language mistakes between the lines.

He ignored me and led me to a stop at the end of the aisle.There was a wooden cross hanging on it: "This is a family heirloom of our family. If you are interested, I will give it to you." He picked it off our heads, and this huge thing was put into my arms.

"What do I want it for?"

"It's not what you want it to do, it's what I want it to do." He patted the corner of his mouth, "Do you feel my sincerity and kindness? I'm more generous than you imagined."

This bastard.

"If you don't mind, let's not look at more bastard things." He stopped here deliberately, waiting for my eyes to stop on a door, this time he turned the doorknob very proudly, slowly, as if An ancient and mysterious ritual is held.I admit, my appetite has whetted a bit.

He curled the corners of his lips as if feeling something, and stood against the wall, his slender and powerful arms slowly moving forward.It might be a problem with the angle, and a piece of darkness penetrated the thinly opened door, but it stopped inside the door.I was a little dizzy because it was so exciting, and my vampiric sixth sense told me that it would indeed be a great thing, and—my heart came alive for a while.

"By the way," he suddenly stopped in a tense moment.

"What?" I said viciously, my heart stopped again, it was all his fault!

He couldn't laugh or cry: "I'm really good at making your heart beat, but I want to ask you a question." I stared at him impatiently, wishing he could stop all the nonsense, "What do you think of me?"

asshole!

He slumped his shoulders in frustration: "It turns out that you are still a bastard, then, let's call it a day." The door closed in front of my eyes, and the incredible guy shrugged, "Go to my room tonight and wait for you When do you change your mind, I will bring you here again."

This is a threat. How can he be generous?

"Come on, I'll show you my room, and it will be your room for a while."

"Wait, stop!" I tugged on his sleeve, "I think you are a nice person, and you always let me feel your great sincerity and kindness." Yes, you are so sincere and kind!He is simply the most perfect vampire I have ever seen!

"Okay, I've received your thoughts." He pointed to his own ears with a happy face.Then Edward stopped teasing me, but he was still struggling, as if the door was stuck.

The gap in the door widened, and the familiar darkness came back. When the door and the door frame were slightly separated, I could see that the darkness came from the black tiled floor. Above the floor was the familiar white grid wall with black lines. .I pushed Edward away in surprise: "Okay, good man, your role is over."

Oh, to see such a beautiful and chic room in a house so white it makes me cry, I wish it could be my grave.

"Why do you want a cemetery?" Edward asked with a frown.

"Sleep." The door finally opened, but there was even more surprise, "You have prepared the coffin!" It is the highest grade sandalwood, and you can smell a faint fragrance as long as you get close to it.

"Your request is more than that simple." He pretended to complain, and then a small light was lit up in the dark room, and Edward walked towards me with a short and fat candle in his hand, "Compared to the thin and long Long, I think this kind is more suitable for embellishing the room."

Yes, mine is not a real morgue.

"You have a set."

He laughed heartily: "I can hear it, this is the real compliment." Mars flickered, and the yellowish candlelight cast a delicate shadow on him, well, he looks much better than usual .

His golden eyes flickered slightly, and the laugh on his mouth slowly turned into a quiver in his throat.I heard him, who was more dazzling than usual, say softly, "Thank you."

'You're welcome. '

I caressed the lid of the coffin. Next, I have to do something...

'Do you want to open the coffin? '

"Open it." He carefully placed the candle on the exquisite candlestick on the cabinet, and moved the coffin lid back together with me. In fact, this thing is not heavy, but I am always afraid that my rough hands and feet will break it. — who knows where "where" is.

"Hey," I tapped the coffin with my fingers, "I'll test the quality of this thing."

He raised his head blankly and said subconsciously, "Okay."

I couldn't wait to jump in, and after lying down smoothly, I stretched my arms and said, "Good night, see you tomorrow." The coffin was completely tight, and the darkness surrounded me again, just like the past years, I lay in silence and fell asleep Years.

I closed my eyes and waited peacefully for my only natural skill - sleepy bug.

After a long time, Edward's voice came from outside the coffin: "See you tomorrow."

The author has something to say: the single quotation mark is what is in the heart, you understand it.