mud buddha

Three days passed, and Nibel figured that the collar he wore last time was ready, so he asked his servants to prepare the carriage and go to the city, just in time to take the necklace together.

After a period of treatment, his eyesight improved by leaps and bounds, and he could barely make out Charlie's facial features.

"I'm going too." Benoit trotted to the closet to search without waiting for Nibel's consent.

"Wouldn't it be nice to bring it to you when I come back?" Nibel folded his arms, but didn't try to stop him.

Benoit turned his head and made an angry look: "Why don't you let me go? Last time you went by yourself, you just 'dropped in' to see a maid, and you didn't come back until midnight. This time you won't let me go, I'm afraid there are several younger sisters waiting for you to see!"

"What is it in the middle of the night, what is my sister?" Nibel laughed, seeing that Benoit had pretended not to care before, but he still had a grudge in his heart, and he was just waiting for an opportunity to make use of it.

"You know it yourself." Benoit turned behind the screen with the clothes he had chosen.

"I don't know. My lord really wronged me." Niebel still stood where he was, and when Benoit came out after changing his clothes, he said, "Of course you know what's in my heart."

Benoit looked at Nibel again and again, and muttered: "Slick!"

He was wearing a white collared shirt over a light-colored sweater vest, holding a gray hat with a short brim in his hand, and a plaid woolen coat slung over his arm.

"Won't it be hot, you wear this coat?" Nibel went over and weighed it. The coat was very thick, and it would be fine to wear in snowy weather.

"No." Benoit poked his neck.He tried it on in the mirror, and it looked best with this suit, and besides, that's how the model wore it.He is no worse than a model in clothes, with broad shoulders and long legs, bookish but not mediocre, strong yet gentle.Generally speaking, it is very beautiful, and no one can take their eyes off it.

Nibel nodded: "You are not in good health, you really should wear more clothes."

"I'm much better now, and I'm not too bad now!"

The carriage stopped at the door, and Benoit held Nibel's hand as usual.He no longer needed a wheelchair, but Benoit asked Charlie to push it over, thinking it would be more convenient to have one.

"My eyesight has improved a lot, and I can walk very well without a wheelchair now."

Benoit stretched out his index finger and hung it in front of Nibel's mouth, signaling to him that I have made up my mind and stop talking.Nibel froze for a moment, leaned over and kissed his finger.Benoit shrank his hands, and blood rushed to his face.

"Don't be a hooligan." He kept his eyes on and put his hands behind his back.Hearing Nibel's chuckle, his face became more and more red, even his neck was pink.

In the carriage, Benoit told Charlie not to follow, so there were only Benoit and Nibel in the carriage.

The sound of horseshoes sounded, and they slowly began to move, but the carriage was moving forward, and the two were walking towards each other.

Benoit's hands were still behind his back, and his hands were crossed. Nibel stretched out his hands to grab them, and Benoit turned around to hide.Grabbing and clutching, the two got closer and closer, and Benoit almost got into Nibel's arms.

"Don't move." Nibel's voice sounded above Benoit's head, his voice was very low.Benoit stopped obediently and buried his head on Nibel's shoulder.

Nibel grabbed his hand, rubbed his knuckles slowly, pressed his palm one after another, like touching the paws of a kitten or puppy.Like patiently unraveling a bow tie, he patiently separated Benoit's hand and led him to hold it in front of him.Benoit slipped into Nibel's arms, and his hair rubbed against his neck, so he let go of one hand to touch his hair, and took him with the other.

The carriage was walking along the dirt road, and the sound of the horse's hooves stepping on the dirt was a little dull, but very rhythmic, like beating time.The heartbeats of the two gradually stabilized in this regular rhythm, and they even merged into one.The wheels rolled over small stones on the ground, and occasionally made some noise, but the two turned a deaf ear.

After hugging quietly for a while, Nibel suddenly hummed in a low voice.Benoit leaned on his shoulder and felt that the sound was almost right next to his ear.The song was soft, like the wind blowing low over the water, and Benoit is the rippling surface of the lake.

While singing, Benoit raised his head and rubbed his cheek against Nibel's neck.Nibel's throat was vibrating slightly, the frequency was very low, but it still made him feel that the blood vessels on his face were resonating, and the small piece of skin was crisp and numb.

When the heat on his cheeks cooled down, he looked down at his hands again.

His hands were wrapped by Nibel. Nibel's hand joints were thicker, and the nails were broad and square, not as good as his fingers. Every part was properly grown, and even the nails were white and pink.But he just likes the picture in front of him, his hands are pinched by Nibel's, like a couple cuddling together.

At this moment, he couldn't find a hand that was more suitable for holding him than Nibel. The hands of the characters in the portraits and sculptures he had seen before were all replaced by Nibel's hand in front of him.

So he wrenched his hand out and squeezed Nibel's fingers, from base to tip.After pinching, he passed his fingers through his fingertips and clasped them firmly.Nibel's song had been sung, and silence fell into the carriage again.

"I always feel that something is missing." Benoit and Niebel interlocked their fingers and raised their hands in front of their eyes.

"What's missing?"

Benoit let go of Nibel's hand, put his hand in his palm, made a circle with his thumb and index finger, and put it on Nibel's ring finger: "This is missing."

Nibel didn't speak, and let Benoit's fingers circle his, looking down at Benoit.Benoit was still on his shoulders, so he could only see the top of Benoit's head.

Seeing that he ignored him, Benoit shook his hand again.Before he got an answer, he felt that Nibel's other hand was around his chin, gently supporting his head.

He only heard Nibel sigh, and then was sealed by Nibel's lips.

In the past, their kisses were just tasteless, and Benoit had no experience, so he could only lick indiscriminately.This time Nibel took the lead, so it seemed that his reaction was naive and clumsy.

Nibel first pressed against Benoit's lips, and seeing that Benoit didn't respond, he pinched his chin lightly and bit his lower lip.Benoit opened his mouth slightly, and he squeezed his tongue in between his teeth, pushing away his teeth, making Benoit involuntarily open his mouth wider.

After poking in, he first touched the tip of Benoit's tongue, and it fell apart as soon as he touched it, then he retracted and stopped moving.Benoit followed suit, sticking out his tongue to hook in dissatisfaction.Nibel patted him on the back of the head, Benoit seemed to be encouraged, and moved harder.

After a while, Benoit couldn't breathe, and his face turned red.Nibel gently wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, his fingers were wet.Benoit hurriedly took out his handkerchief to help him wipe it clean:

"I can wipe it myself."

"En." Nibel replied, smiling, very happy. "Of course it's better not to leak out."

The carriage arrived in the forest at this time, Benoit played with Nibel's hand, and his eyes were still fixed on his pale lips.

"Speaking of which, do you still have any memory of the farmer you met here before?" Nibel asked suddenly.

"Yes, their family is very good."

"The woman with black hair and brown eyes, have you seen it?"

"No. They just asked me." After Benoit answered, he stared at him: "Ask her why?"

"I just remembered, I might know her." He paused: "She is also a miserable person."

"She is, am I not?" Benoit muttered, and felt that he was a little disrespectful to the woman: "Why do you say that?"

Nibel nodded his forehead: "What are you?"

"I'm nothing, I made a slip of the tongue. Let's talk about her first."

Nibel looked at Benoit's expression and confirmed that he was not being awkward: "I'm not sure if she is the person I know."

"Then you want to help her?"

"Maybe she doesn't need my help." Nibel sighed.

He also said: "You are not a hard-working person, I will not let you be."

Benoit went to see him again, but did not answer, but pressed Nibel's shoulder and kissed him.His kiss was still incoherent, Nibel wrapped his arms loosely around his waist, and while being kissed, he still had the mind to look at Benoit's eyebrows.

"Teach me more, or I'll keep drooling." After a while, Benoit pushed him away, wiping the corner of his mouth and said.