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Prairis felt sour after hearing this.

She wants to do something for this suffering country, but she knows that on the international stage, she speaks lightly.

A sense of powerlessness and defeat suddenly filled the entire night.

The next day, I booked the nearest flight to Iraq.

The night before leaving, Prairis called Ennio.

The phone was not connected. After a long beep, Prairis hung up the phone.

Suddenly feel tired.

Ennio was the only man she ever liked in the two lives.

He is gentle, he is knowledgeable, and he has an indescribable charm.

But there is no denying that he is not suitable for him.

Or in other words, I am not suitable for anyone.

Taking a puff of cigarette irritably, Prairis turned off the phone.

Drowsy.

The next day, before leaving.

It rained a little.

Drizzling.

Preris glanced at the window and stuffed another raincoat into the trunk.

The doorbell rang.

I glanced at my watch.

8.30, there are still four hours before the agreed time.

After hesitating for a moment, he got up and opened the door.

At the door, Ennio was wearing a brown trench coat and his hair was wet.

He looked at Prairie carefully.

He tugged at the corner of her clothes to please her.

"Don't be angry, okay?"

His eye sockets were wet, and he sniffed timidly, like a puppy waiting for his master to summon him.

Prairis was silent for a moment, then stepped sideways out of the way.

"Come in first."

Ennio nodded.

Prairis brought him a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet.

Ennio put on his slippers and went straight into the house.

He sat down on the sofa obediently.

Prairius poured him a glass of honey water.

"Drink this glass of water."

Ennio obediently drank the honey water.

Prairius sat down on the sofa beside him and asked.

"How did you come?"

"I didn't receive your call yesterday. When I called back, you were already turned off, so..."

"So you flew from France to England?"

Ennio shrugged his nose aggrievedly.

Prairie was a little helpless.

Probably because the room was a bit cold, Ennio sneezed.

Preris helped his forehead helplessly, walked into the bathroom, and took out the hair dryer.

"Sit here." Prairis pointed to the sofa near the power supply.

Ennio obediently sat down on the designated sofa.

Turning on the hair dryer, Prairis started drying Ennio's hair.

His hair is limp, just like his character.

Running fingers through his hair, Ennio narrowed his eyes in enjoyment.

After drying his hair, Priris pulled his hand away from his hair, Ennio seemed to be reluctant to part with it.

Priris put the hair dryer back in the bathroom, and when she came out, Ennio started to look at her again with that wronged look that you abandoned me.

What I planned to say became difficult to say under this look.

After being silent for a while, he silently walked back to the room to collect his things.

Ennio walked to Prairis' side.

"Are you going out again?"

Prairie nodded.

"Iraq?"

"Correct."

Ennio let out a muffled groan, and lowered his head.

Suddenly thought of something, he blinked.

"How about I move to England to live with you?"

Prairis paused for a moment.

And Ennio didn't seem to notice it, and continued to talk.

"I've done the math. You are busy with work on weekdays. We only meet for a few days in three months. If I move to your place, we can meet more often."

Prairie was silent.

Ennio took another two steps forward, approaching Praris' side.

He bent down, wrapped Praris in his arms, and locked her slender waist with his arms.

He leaned close to her ear, almost whispering.

"I'm very quiet, and I won't disturb you. How about...Reith..."

A soft object was attached to the ear, and Prairius knew that it was Ennio's lips.

She turned her face away from Ennio's lips.

But he followed closely and bit her ear punitively.

The place between the teeth is slightly numb.

Ennio hugged her gently.

His soft hair rubbed against her neck, itching.

She could even hear his beating heartbeat.

Like the forbidden fruit of Jesus, it lured her into obsession.

In front of the room, there is a floor-to-ceiling mirror.

Through the mirror, Prairis looked at Ennio's hazy pale blue eyes.

It's like a dilapidated and blurred gray sky, arousing pity.

Unconsciously, Priris turned around, followed Ennio's arm, parted his collar, and kissed his lips.

........

That's all.

Prairis lay on the bed, looking at the chandelier overhead.

Ennio lay beside her, watching her quietly.

"When are you leaving?" Ennio asked with a hoarse voice.

"In a moment," Prairis replied.

"How long is a while?" Ennio asked.

Prairis frowned, but did not answer.

For a long time, she heard Ennio whispering.

"Can you not go?"

She closed her eyes tiredly.

After a while, she got up, took a shower, and changed into clean clothes.

Looking at Ennio.

"Paul is waiting for me, see you later."

After all, he picked up his luggage and left.

Ennio stood up, barefoot on the ground.

Prairie opened the door and walked out.

"Safe journey."

Ennio's tone was small.

Soon it was lost in the rain.

Prairie rushed to the airport.

Paul and Eddie have been waiting a long time.

"Why so slow?" Paul frowned.

"Something. Sorry," Prairie said.

"The boarding pass has been redeemed." Paul handed the boarding pass to Prairie, looked at her big suitcase, and raised his eyebrows, "Is the camera in there?"

Prairis nodded, looked at the long queue at the security check, and raised his eyebrows.

"I'll check it in, you guys go first."

Paul nodded.

After Pryris checked the box, he also entered the waiting room.

Probably because of the weather, the plane was delayed.

It was midnight when we got on the plane.

Due to the lack of investors and tight funds, Prairis only bought three consecutive seats in the economy class.

Putting the bag on the shelf, Prairis sat on the seat.

Among the crowd of Iraqis, Preris and his party are somewhat eye-catching.

Under the eyes of many, Prairis coughed in embarrassment.

"British?" a middle-aged Iraqi asked in slightly accented English.

Prairie nodded.

Hearing this, the Iraqi man's gaze suddenly became gloomy, as if he was looking at something disgusting.

Everyone looked at her cautiously and whispered.

"..." Prairis didn't know why.

"What's wrong?" Prairis asked Paul in a low voice.

"........I don't know either."

Prairie frowned.

The whole case is eerily quiet.

It was clearly late at night, but everyone was awake.

Carefully guard against each other.

Until a little Iraqi boy opened his mouth.

He said.

"Are you really going to blow us all up with a cannon?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the little boy was covered by his mother.

Just as Prairis was about to say something, he saw the defensive expression of the mother covering the boy's mouth.

Immediately annihilated the thought of speaking, turned his head.