[Comprehensive novel] Almighty Lydia

It was early in the day, and the weather was mild after the rain.Skimmed the heat of summer, a little more cool.

There are a few clouds floating in the sky, and the chirping of birds and insects in summer are intermingled, which is quite interesting.

Lydia did not follow closely behind Darcy, walking in the direction he was going.

She is not concentrating, and her eyes are often attracted by the dragonflies and butterflies floating around her.

After following these elves of nature around, Lydia fell back behind Darcy and looked down at the "tail" under his feet.

His shadow looks short, following behind him, it seems to be as invisible as an invisible tail.

Lydia looked around, and there was no one around, so she tentatively stepped on his shadow.

She stretched out her foot quietly, and then lowered it gently.

Once, twice.

Lydia was having fun chasing the shadow, but bumped into an inexplicable wall.

She looked up, only to find that Darcy stopped at some point.

Lydia paused in a daze, rubbed her sore nose, and looked up at Darcy.

Darcy took Lydia's hand.

His palm was still the same as before, wider and warmer than hers.

Lydia didn't break free, but clenched the hand tightly.

She walked at first, then was led to run again.

Darcy's sudden acceleration made her a little surprised. She let out an "ah", and not to be outdone, raised the skirt with the other hand, and ran with ease.

That wasn't really a chase, it was more like a slapstick.

The gentleman's footsteps let go, and the lady's skirt fluttered.

In this way, the two chased each other to a dense forest.

Lydia has played around here since she was a child, and she knows that there is a meadow in the back, and the lake is in the back.

But why did Darcy bring her here?

It wasn't until she was dragged to a meadow by Darcy that Lydia realized that this particularly vibrant season seemed suitable for doing other things.

That's something that fits more with who they are now.

Lydia opened her mouth, but before she could make a sound, Darcy's outstretched fingers pressed her lips.

He said "don't talk".

Darcy wanted to tell Lydia softly in this place where he had been and what he had passed, and then dragged her to sit on the grass for a while, admiring the lake and swans for a while.

However, everything did not go as smoothly as he expected.

Lydia didn't follow his ideas as before, and she didn't bother to guess.

She had had enough of these meaningless silences, and she had no intention of going any further.

Lydia violently and directly pulled his hand away.

Facing Darcy's stunned eyes, she kissed him desperately.

It was not so much a confessing kiss as a biting.

It was the presumptuousness of a young animal, mixed with disappointment, joy, or the depression of not seeing it for a long time.

Lydia simply used her strength to push Darcy down on the grass, and tore his lips forcefully.

She didn't know what she was doing, her mind went blank, but she tasted tears on her lips.

she cried.

Darcy moved his back next to the grass, and wiped away Lydia's tears with his fingertips.

He propped himself up and pulled Lydia into his arms, ignoring the fact that the shirt behind him was wet from the rain that remained on the grass.

Gently patted her on the back, letting her rest her head on her shoulder.

Darcy's body smells like a mixture of rain and sunshine, grass and lemon, or a cold drink more suitable for summer.

Lydia curled up in his arms, crying even louder.

She was crying out of breath, like the kind of wronged child when she was a child, hugging her friend and refusing to leave.

On a hot summer afternoon, the vines swelled wildly with the moisture after the heavy rain.

Lydia managed to calm down and nestled in Darcy's arms, enjoying the reunion after a long absence.

Lydia lifted up a section of her skirt and said aggrievedly, "Look, I was bitten by a snake, it hurts so much."

It was indeed a shocking wound, stretching across Lydia's white ankle, the surrounding bruises had faded, and the scabbed wound was brown.

Darcy stroked the wound gently, and helped her pull down her skirt.

"I'll go and find a way," said Darcy, "for I remember there's an ointment that will heal the wound."

"No need," Lydia leaned into his arms again, and whispered, "I have to teach myself a lesson, and I won't do it again. It's just that I was bitten at the time and it hurt a little."

Then she whispered to Darcy what had happened on the previous expedition.

The real world outside the control of the system is naturally not peaceful.She ventured and fell into a jungle that almost killed the former explorer.It's not a good story, and the result is not too bad.

There was no accident during that trip, but the price she paid for exploring the road was this scar.I didn't have time to check, I trusted my friends too much, and the price I paid for my naivety was just an ugly scar, which was already the lightest price.

"That's right, I'm actually pretty stupid," Lydia said softly, "I didn't expect that the map would be changed maliciously."

It never occurred to her that the malice of competing for funds even outweighed human life.If she hadn't made a decisive decision and escaped with her teammates, the team might not have survived.Although she sent her opponent to prison afterwards, she still felt that it was not enough.

Darcy smoothed her hair gently.

"You've grown up," he said slowly, "and it's not your fault."

"Of course, it's been two years," Lydia said. "It's time for me to grow up. I'm a very strong person now! Feel the pressure?"

She looked back at Darcy, but found that he looked gentle and tolerant, and he didn't seem to be agitated at all.

Lydia made a long voice and let out a heavy "tss".

Darcy shook his head with a smile, "Very powerful, I feel the pressure."

"That's more or less the same," Lydia said with a look of satisfaction.

Although she didn't reveal her identity, she was used to hugging Darcy's arm coquettishly, urging him to lie down.

"Most of my clothes are already wet," Darcy said helplessly. "If your clothes are also wet, they will have a headache."

Although Lydia has never paid much attention to reputation, as far as he is concerned, she should consider it more.

"Lie down, lie down," Lydia patted the grass beside her, "Look, it's mostly dry."

Unable to survive Lydia's soft and hard foam, Darcy had to lie down.

"I said," Lydia said seemingly unintentionally, "what are you doing?"

There was a bit of caution in her words, as if she was looking for some confidential news.

Darcy was not surprised by the way she asked, after all, Lydia was used to being straightforward.

He was surprised that she could hold back for so long without asking. It seemed true that several years of experience had given her a lot of patience.

He touched the corner of his lips with a confused expression, which made Lydia, who was peeking at him, blush.

When I kissed him, it was a momentary excess!

"Hurry up! Tell me quickly!" Lydia said a little angrily.

"That's a very long story..." Darcy turned her head and looked at Lydia lying beside her, "Okay, okay, long story short."

When he arrived in America, he received an invitation from the system.

The system invited him to be its partner, that is to say, another "system", because it happened to have a recommendation spot in its hand, and it originally wanted to give it to Lydia, but felt that she was not suitable for this.

After all, it's good that she is so free.

This is actually quite surprising, after all, Lydia has been doing pretty well.

What's more, Darcy thinks it's good to be with Lydia.

He originally rejected the proposal, but the favorable conditions proposed by the system moved him.

He probably couldn't stand being separated from Lydia. If it became a system, he could communicate with her in his head, and even share the location.This is the privilege of being a system.

So Darcy participated in the training and was absent from many important things. Except for the basic affairs that needed to be dealt with, he hardly stepped out of Pemberley Manor.

Before that, he wanted to ask someone to send a letter to Lydia, but because the training time was advanced, he missed the arrival of the postman and lost the opportunity to send the letter.

Lydia lay on the soft lawn, quietly listening to his words.

She didn't know what to say.

Lydia really didn't expect Darcy to do this for her.

She held Darcy's hand tightly, as if this could make her feel Darcy's two years of living alone.

Time passed slowly, and the midday sun shined on the shoulders and faces of the two through the gaps between the leaves.

The two were silent for a while, and Lydia sat up again.

It was not enough for her to sit up by herself, she also pulled Darcy up.

Seeing Darcy's interrupted contemplation, Lydia laughed.

She looked Darcy directly in the eye and said, "Kiss me."

Then Lydia closed her eyes.

Contrary to Lydia's imagination, she didn't get a stormy kiss in any novel.

It wasn't a particularly impulsive kiss.

The kiss fell on her forehead first, and she was hugged into his arms.

Then lightly tapped her eyes, her cheeks, and then carefully patted her back.

?back?

That heavy slap on the back is not like what you did on a date between sweet lovers just now!

After waiting for a long time, I didn't feel anything on my lips at all.

Lydia opened her eyes and looked at Darcy dissatisfied, but fell into his eyes full of tenderness and love like a drowning person falling into the deep sea.

So she was led home in such a dizzy state, and waited for Darcy on the sofa in a daze.

Where's Darcy?

"Where's Darcy?" Kitty, who was passing by, teased her. "Why isn't he by your side?"

Lydia pretended not to hear.Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling, and she almost twisted her neck.

Darcy was in the study, having a friendly and cordial conversation with Mr. Bennet.

I don't know what the two said, but when Darcy came out, his footsteps seemed very brisk.

He walked over to Lydia, who was pretending she didn't care.

She stared at the vase on the cabinet without moving, and even held her breath when Darcy approached.