under the field

Scarlett

"For a while I thought it was a happy life to be surrounded by young lads."

"But what I miss is how much these men at this age resent and neglect to shower and take care of themselves."

"Now I'm surrounded by young and fresh flesh, but I feel like I'm about to be suffocated to death by the smell of sweat."

Selena looked around at the men who were drinking and feasting, stuffing things into their mouths, chatting non-stop.

"So I gave up the idea of ​​finding someone from here to indulge in one night, I can't be satisfied with the dirty body odor." She said plainly, at this time we passed two shirtless men in front of us.

"Even their figures are mouth-watering." She made the final comment with regret.

There was another noise outside the gate, and the men in the hall cheered again, and the atmosphere rose to a higher level of boiling.

"Ohdear." Said Selena, and saw four big men carrying a wooden cylindrical barrel about thirty gallons into the hall.A bronze-skinned man raised a knife and stabbed it on the wall of the barrel, and the purple-red wine overflowed, and the space was filled with the mellow smell of wine, and there were endless male voices, which made people feel like they were in a world. A raucous carnival.

"Well." Selena turned her head, her green eyes fell on me and observed me. "Do you know? Most women look like this for men."

I didn't respond to her aloud, and my eyes fell on the wine and meatloaf in front of me.

"You look like those girls in the stone bed who are troubled by love, but unlike them, you look more like a miserable peasant woman."

I glared at her.She raised her glass. "Cheerupsweetie, I think I'll work up the courage to find a suitable bed partner tonight."

I touched her with my glass and responded, "Glad you decided to get over those smells."

She tilted her head and said, "I will convince myself that it is the hormonal smell of young Meng Lang." We looked at each other and smiled.

Her smile came into my eyes, "Things are far worse than you think, but don't forget that it can be better."

"Your Majesty." A solemn voice sounded from behind, and we burst out laughing when we saw that it was Otis.

He said to Selena: "You have to cherish this night, I am afraid it is one of the few days before you can be so presumptuous." Selena laughed, "Yes, I don't think there will be any more in the future." Such an opportunity to get close to this group of young men."

Soon, she joins Jacob's men along with Otis.Most of them were naked-topless, drinking heavily. Seeing Selena coming, they were a little apprehensive at first, but then there was a burst of laughter, and then I saw Selena being lifted up by the men and standing on the table, that The picture is simply not too exciting.

She winked at me triumphantly, and I gently raised my glass to her.

The noise and bustle there had nothing to do with me, I just felt like my chest was stuffed with cotton, I sighed slightly, stood up and left my seat.On the way, I passed the table of Shay and his friends. This group of young guys actually imitated Shay and called me sister. I couldn’t refuse. Each of them toasted me with a glass of wine in turn. I don’t remember how much I drank. Finally, he fled there with a smile.

Wellsburg is truly the most amazing place, I can't remember the first time I've said that.Like leading to many worlds, one moment is still talking and laughing, and the next second you can turn a corner and find a secluded corner for you.I walked out of the hall along the dark corridor. In contrast to the bright hall just now, it was dark and windy outside.

In this corridor, you can see several drunk men lying in various corners.I think it is true that Mr. Rowett Jr.'s treasured wine cellar was emptied to make this group of men drunk.

I had to bow my head to make sure I didn't step on any sleeping bodies on the ground, and I even forgot that this was a place full of men, and strange men are irrational when they get drunk.

Most men become indulgent and frivolous through alcohol.Intentionally or not, two of Jacob's men blocked my way.

"Girlie..." The man with an abnormally flushed face laughed, and his companion touched his chin and asked me, "What's your price in Wells?"

"I'm not a woman from Rose Garden." I explained loudly, intending to bypass them and leave.

"Then who are you?" Obviously dazzled by alcohol, he grabbed me. "Scarlett Hastings," I said, trying to remind them that I was brought back by Colin.

"She said she was a 'Hasten girl.'" He discussed it seriously with his companion.They turned their heads to look at me, "Murray said the 'Hasdin girls' in Rose Court were very on point."

I was so angry that I gave up explaining to the drunk man, but they didn't let go of my body. I was about to yell loudly when the two bodies in front of me were suddenly thrown down.Apparently they were very drunk, fell asleep on the ground hugging each other's feet.

"..."

"They didn't mean it, they just thought you were a woman from Rose Garden." The man in front of him said.This corridor is dim, but I can clearly see the white scar on his brow. "You shouldn't be walking around alone, Wellsburg is full of men."

I nodded, and then realized that he might not have seen it, wanted to speak but didn't know what to say. "Then I'm leaving." I whispered, for fear of waking up the paralyzed people on the ground.

"I'll see you off." Carl said, and silently followed behind me.I didn't talk to him, and continued walking silently. When I reached the stairs of the north building, I turned around and thanked him.

"It's fine here, I will go up by myself." I looked at him and said, "Good night."

"Do you also think I did it on purpose? I gave him so few troops on purpose." He asked, I didn't turn around, but stopped.

I heard his slightly heavy breathing behind me. If I looked carefully, I could find that he had actually drank a lot of alcohol.

"I'm not qualified to dictate your formation." I replied, stepping up the steps.

He yanked my body from behind so hard that my feet were hanging in the air and I almost fell down.He roughly pressed me against the stone wall, and I restrained myself from exclaiming.

"Carl." I warned him, feeling the grip on my shoulder tighten.

"I think he was the most damned in the uprising of the eight families, but that doesn't mean I will avenge myself." Carl's face gradually turned red, and resentment and pain appeared in his eyes...

"Let go." I stared at him, he looked as if he was about to tear and destroy what was in front of him, he took a step forward, his face full of alcohol approached me, just like the first time in Rose Garden, this time I started to resist him, and when he got closer to the corner of my lips, I raised my hand and slapped him.

He seemed to be awake, I hope so, he didn't back away, but he didn't go any further, and I pushed him away, panting.

"Scar." Colin appeared at the corner of the stone building. I stepped on the steps quickly, passed him and went upstairs.He stared at the man behind him, and the two faced each other silently in the darkness.

I hurried to find my room, and there were more hurried footsteps behind me.He quickly caught up and turned my body, and I threw him away with my backhand.

"Scar." He called my name, intending to grab my hand, he didn't give me a chance to escape, he easily hugged my body, took me the rest of the way to find my room, let me beat No matter how hard he struggled, he didn't put me down.

The door was slammed hard, I took advantage of the situation and bit on his shoulder, biting hard, trying to bite off the flesh, he finally let me go.

The chest rose and fell rapidly, we faced each other in silence, I watched the moonlight shining through the curtains reflected on his face, there was a lot to say in those eyes, but he didn't say a word.

We suddenly kissed each other like fighting beasts, as if we were going to gnaw each other's lips, I tasted the taste of blood, right in my mouth, that cheered me up, and reawakened the blood, Alcohol intoxicated my head, but I knew very clearly what I was doing now.

Colin has always been a lurking beast. He has posture, he hides, and he hides his edge. This makes people ignore that once he becomes crazy like this, there is no way to control it.

He picked me up and put me on the hard desk behind him. The things on the desk were roughly swept away and fell to the ground.In the sound of things being thrown on the ground in a panic, I caught a glimpse of Claire's letter and it fell at my feet.

The ink was spilled, the candlestick on the table fell, the fire went out, but the darkness brought us closer to each other.

His warm breath gradually spread down from the base of the ear, and I couldn't help but grasp his front lapel tightly.

I think I'm crazy too, clinging to him like I'm losing my mind, biting, tearing, all in one place, I cover his chest, there's a crazy beating heart, my favorite place, that's him Everything there has life and blood, making people want to get everything there.

He seems to have heard my request, I only heard the sound of the heartbeat getting closer, I have no doubt that the eardrums are about to burst, "Colin..." I couldn't help calling his name again and again.

He seems to be ruthless, but he remembers being gentle, just like he has always been elegant and gentle, but also has his unruly, dark and cunning personality.

There are no candles in the room, but there is moonlight tonight, and she is the only one who has watched all of this and heard all the sounds and movements.

Shh, Hastings girl, the moon seems to be saying, only we know.