Beauty and the Python

50.

The roses that Dylan mentioned were in the woods behind the castle, no wonder he didn't notice them when he looked out of the window.Elaine followed the other party, and saw him nimbly walking all the way. The winding snake body was like the waves of a river under the sunlight, and the smooth scales shone with fine waves from time to time.There is a path paved with cobblestones in the yard, which leads to the depths of the woods. The trees on both sides have lush crowns, and the branches and vines are all closed in the middle, forming a natural arched door.

The path is not long, and it ends within a hundred steps. There is a clearing in the forest, and there is a brick circular flower bed in the center, with a dazzling red in it.

Elaine immediately caught all eyes on this gorgeous color.

"This is the first time I've seen..." he murmured.

Dylan grasped the words keenly, "First time?" When he sensed his breath for the first time, he remembered vaguely smelling the aroma of roses.

"I also have roses in my yard, but it's different." Elaine explained, "It's a Christmas rose."

"A kind of rose that only blooms in winter. It is my mother's favorite flower. Of course it is also beautiful, but it has never had such bright colors."

Dylan looked at his expression and thought: Should have brought him here sooner.

"It's already winter, and the roses are blooming so well..."

"They have been like this every day for 100 years." Dylan thought lightly: even their owners have been ashes for more than 100 years.

Elaine misunderstood, and asked: "You also like Qiangwei?"

Dylan froze for a moment, then nodded slightly.

Elaine watched silently for a while, but her thoughts drifted away involuntarily - the time, place, and atmosphere can all be called perfect, in terms of the romances he watched while nestling in the castle to pass the time , at this time the plot should develop further as a matter of course...

So he suddenly asked, "Do you know the flower language of the Christmas rose?"

Without waiting for an answer, he continued: "This kind of story is actually not uncommon in the royal family. My mother and father met at a romantic ball when they were young. It is said that my father fell in love with her at first sight. She loved Christmas roses. Even if this beautiful flower is poisonous, my father picked it for her, and when they got married, my father planted Christmas roses in the castle for her."

"But after she became seriously ill, her father never visited her again until she left."

"After she left, my father ordered people to pull out almost all the Christmas roses in the castle, except our yard."

"I love this flower. The sad truth is, growing up, it was the only flower I could see from my window."

"And the flower language of the Christmas rose is... recalling lost love."

When he spoke, his tone and expression could be called calm, like a bystander staying out of the way.After all, these things have passed for many years, and they can no longer hurt him. What has remained unchanged for several years is the scenery outside the window and the mood when gazing at the same scenery. It's just that he has never shared this feeling with others before. The strange thing is that this It’s hard to open up to this man when you open your mouth—after all, he’s been imprisoned in this place for over 100 years.

Dylan stared at his side face. He always felt that Her Royal Highness and him were people from two worlds that were incompatible with him, but now he had a subtle resonance, and at the same time, there was a strange feeling in his heart: So Elaine took this If he planted flowers for his father, he should know that such an act would never win him the favor of the king.So—does he really like this flower?He felt that this flower sounded very unsuitable for Elaine, and the other party should be more like the rose in front of them, delicate, weak, pure and innocent, and deserved the most careful care and the most gentle care.

He didn't like this patch of roses before, but in the future...maybe he can try to like it.

Dylan asked a question in turn: "Do you know the flower language of roses?"

Elaine opened her eyes wide and blinked lightly: Unfortunately, he didn't know.

But he thought, in short, probably... This kind of extremely beautiful and vigorous flower should have a flower language that is completely opposite to that of the Christmas rose. A love language?

So Elaine blushed, but he still looked straight at the other party, and suddenly asked in a weak but firm tone: "Mr. Dylan, can I kiss you?"

Dylan froze.

51.

At that time, the sun set a little lower, so everything was different.

The color of the sun became thicker, and it became more colorful when it fell on the bright red roses. The dew condensed on the petals shimmered slightly, and the color even stained Elaine's face. It is reflected almost transparently, the exquisite facial features are extremely prominent, and there is a kind of thrilling and charming beauty that is rare on this person. It is not like a real person anymore, but more like those gorgeous dolls placed in the window .

But his lips were real, warm and soft to the touch, a clear reminder of that.

That's something Dylan never felt, not even when he was just an ordinary human in the long past...

The face of the other party is close at hand, and the sun is perched on his slender eyelashes, but his eyelashes are constantly trembling, as if to shake off that inch of sunlight, or like a butterfly, fluttering gently The weak wings will fly away in the next moment.

So Dylan didn't dare to move.

52.

The kiss broke instantly, and it only lasted for a very short moment. The next moment, Elaine had stepped back and stood up, and hurriedly said, "I... I'm going to have dinner." In fact, there is more than one hour before dinner. hours.Dylan looked at his flushed face and said nothing.He watched the other party go away. At first, Elaine's pace was normal. Once he got out of the woods, he raised his skirt and ran all the way to the castle, as if some monster was chasing him.

It doesn't look like a princess anymore, but unexpectedly...cute?

Fortunately, he is still a snake, and it is black, otherwise a snake that can blush?

Dylan felt sick just thinking about it.

53.

Dylan thought that after this time, he might not see Elaine in a short time.

After all, that person is like a mimosa plant, even if he is the one who reaches out first, once he touches the other person, he will immediately retract and hide, hoping that no one will find out.

Unexpectedly, when I opened the door the next day, the first thing I saw was Elaine.

Hearing the voice, the other party looked up at him with a strange look in his eyes, but the next moment Dylan saw him smile with his lips curled up, "Good morning, Dylan."

This made him think that the brief moment was just his own illusion.

His eyes glanced at the corner of his lips, and then slipped away immediately, "Good morning."

What was even more unexpected was that a few days later, Elaine invited him to go for a walk on the mountain together. When walking past a mistletoe, Elaine stopped suddenly, raised her head and didn't know what she was looking at, and waved to him. "Dylan, come and see." He leaned over to look, but there was nothing there.

"You can't see it like this." Elaine said, leaning over and reaching out to him.

Without thinking too much, he climbed up along the opponent's arm, and looked in the direction he pointed again, but he didn't notice that the people around him retracted their gaze and turned their heads. When Dylan noticed that the opponent's warm breath was too hot When he was too close, the familiar temperature landed on the corner of his mouth again.

Dylan's entire snake was "petrified".

This time it took longer because Elaine was thinking: Would it be more useful to be longer?

When he raised his head again, his face flushed uncontrollably, but seeing that Dylan was still stiff and motionless, the feeling of embarrassment subsided inexplicably, and he felt that the other person's appearance was interesting, so he couldn't help it. Live... lightly stroked his head.

Dylan shuddered at his movement.

Elaine glanced at him in surprise, and realized this question for the first time: Could it be that this duke who has lived for a hundred years...was also his first kiss?

Thinking of this, Elaine bit her lower lip, suddenly feeling heavy guilt and responsibility.

Think again: Haha, that must be impossible.

He patted his hot cheeks, and the little snake, who had made no movement at all, finally raised his head and glanced at him quickly, but Elaine easily dismissed this thought, and walked to the other side with him in his arms.

*****

On the second day, when the Duke opened the door, he met Elaine's earnest gaze.

This time, he also stared straight at the other party, with a bit of probing and pondering in his eyes, but he saw Elaine showing him a bright smile without hesitation and very naturally, "Good morning, Dylan."

"Good morning."

Maybe he... thinks too much?He shouldn't doubt the person in front of him, not even a trace of doubt.

But he didn't see Elaine turn around, his smile faded a lot in an instant, he twisted his fingers together, pursed his lips thoughtfully, and erased the words "kissing under the mistletoe" from his mind , he knew that fairy tale books were all lies!Even with magic and princesses, there may not be a prince who can be saved with a kiss.What's more, his so-called princess is still fake.

Well, Plan A and Plan B fail.

—What about Plan C?