Drift [Gone with the Wind Drift Doujin BL]

Still the guardian of Bell's son, that's all.Scott complained silently, and entered the room with Rhett.

The bridal suite was decorated warmly and sweetly, but Scott couldn't laugh or cry.

Rhett took off his black wide-brimmed soft hat, hung his silver-gray striped black coat on the rack, lighted a cigar leisurely, and shook his finger at Scott: "A man had better learn to smoke, baby, or your Life takes a lot of fun out of it."

Scott took off his dusty coat and sank into the bed, lazily replied: "Ashley doesn't smoke."

Rhett shook his head, with a half-smile: "Ashley Wilkes? God, I can only call him a gentleman. Please forgive me, baby, although this gentle and weak gentleman is But I can't in good conscience tell myself that little Wilkes is a real man, your friend, and he's at best a man's woman."

Scott shook his head to express his disapproval: "Ashley is indeed a gentleman, although his style is a bit old-fashioned and rigid, of course this is a legacy of London."

"That's right, a real gentleman." Rhett said slowly and drawn out, "If you don't take risks, you can't lose."

Scott is angry: "We are adventurers and speculators, there is nothing wrong, but this is not a reason for you to blame others. Everyone has different thinking and different lifestyles, and our choices may not be correct, because choices Once you’ve crossed a path, you can’t turn back.”

Scott recalled what Ashley looked like before he left Twelve Oaks, and Ashley immediately came to his mind—a tall, lanky man with gray eyes, golden hair and eyelashes, and a personable persona, with a heart in his bones. The inimitable, unique self-confidence, pride, laziness and indifference of nobles.

Rhett, an arrogant and conceited guy, why should he slander Ashley!Yes, Ashley is indeed not suitable for living in troubled times, but is there only the law of the jungle and the law of the jungle in our world?

Scott was indignant, his cheeks bulging with anger.Reiter folded his arms and crossed his legs, leisurely and with a smile on his face.He especially liked the variety of vivid expressions on Scott's expressionless face—as a teenager and underage child, it would be premature to keep an expressionless face.Rhett's sarcasm and wisecracks were fully exploited in order to amuse him and provoke him.

In order to create a mysterious and romantic atmosphere, the light in the bridal suite is dim, dim and ambiguous.In the chandelier above the head, the soft light of orange-red candles overflows, and the mahogany carvings on the head of the bed are full of love stories of ancient Greek gods——Zeus and Lida who turned into swans, the goddess of love flapping small wings and waving bows and arrows Cupid, Paris, and Helen... Scott fell on the cushion at the head of the bed. The soft feather pillow relieved the pain in his back and neck. Suddenly, there was a rough and fiery feeling on his neck, accompanied by a low, A slow, funny voice: "I have learned to have back pain at such a young age. Compared with you, I am more than twice your age. Are you an old bone?"

Scott turned over, chasing the most comfortable position: "You are more than twice my age now, but in a few decades, if I am 60 years old and you are 76 years old, our age difference will be twice as big It’s much smaller.” While doing mathematical calculations, Scott suddenly yelled, and jumped up from the bed, yelling: “Stop, Rhett, I’m ticklish…”

"Well?"

"From the neck down, there is no part that is not ticklish..." Scott honestly admitted his weakness, and the next moment Rhett's big hand seemed to test his armpit, inner arm, waist and Thighs, Scott rolled on the bed laughing, gasping for breath.

Scott's body structure is rather peculiar, and he is much more sensitive to various tactile sensations than ordinary people.As a soldier, he could endure pain and frown, but itching... this was really unbearable.

Rhett pushed Scott from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, and then rolled from the end of the bed to the bottom of the bed, but Scott couldn't break free from the sphere of influence of a man twice his size.Panting, laughing constantly, laughing until hoarse, out of breath... In an instant, both of them forgot the approaching flames of war, the expected desolation, and the uncertain future. The heart is surging, like a healing hot spring that is constantly gushing.

The ceiling of the bridal suite is not high, but it doesn't feel oppressive and low, it only makes people feel sweet and warm.

The man finally stopped kindly, and stood under the chandelier, looking down at Scott who was panting and curled up in a corner of the bed.Rhett's fine linen shirt and vest were not in the least messy, and with his hands in his trouser pockets, he looked down at him, with a faint but not ironic smile on his lips, from the heart.

In fact, Scott really wants to say something seriously: Don't laugh so mysteriously, Rhett, you are not Mona Lisa.But he was too tired from laughing, so he fell asleep deeply with resentment and regret that he didn't express.

Rhett also lay down, and after lying down, he got up quickly and briskly like a big cat, and tucked Scott in the quilt.

His deep voice rolled out of his throat: "What a worrying little guy."

The two lay side by side, facing each other, on the newlyweds' double bed, under a soft and fluffy quilt.

Rhett watched him for a long time.

The biological clock formed when he was a soldier could no longer be changed. Just after five o'clock, Scott woke up reflexively.When I looked up, I found myself leaning against a silhouetted but elastic object.Rubbing his eyes, he saw that it was Rhett's chest.

Scott froze for a moment, but was reluctant to leave the warm heat.He leaned his black head against Rhett's chest and listened to the steady beating of his heart for a moment, until Rhett woke up.

After breakfast and grooming, the two went to Aunt Pitty's house together. After spending a pleasant afternoon, the two drove to Bell Watling's "redhead" brothel, Rhett's business It is located on the second floor of the brothel.

The carriage drove along Decatur Street, and the street gradually became lively.The sky is like a thick and cloudy curtain, and even the slightest bit of moonlight and starlight can't penetrate it.The railway is very busy,

Atlanta is already overcrowded, but there are still countless people trying to squeeze into this growing, fast-moving city every day.

The busiest and most prosperous city in the Confederacy.In Atlanta, you can find everything you want, if you really want it.Maybe you will also find many things that are better without it.

Near a bunch of shabby huts and a row of taverns, there is a gorgeous two-storey building, like an upstart girl with heavy makeup, standing proudly among her poor neighbors, somewhat disdainful and forced.

"Whenever the news of Confederate victory came, Bell's 'red hair' would be overcrowded." Rhett taught him the knowledge quite professionally, "Bell often sent someone to replenish brandy, champagne and girls several times until late at night. And the feisty Southern patriots lingering at the door of the 'redheads', waiting to unleash their patriotic excess on a bunch of giggling girls."

"Redhead" is the most luxurious and expensive brothel in Atlanta. The patrons here are either famous families, high-ranking officials and dignitaries, or speculators and upstarts.

The living room was covered with expensive French wallpaper and English china on the fireplace.This is a temple of uneducated but rich women.The windows, hung with moiré satin, shut out the noise of the street, and kept all the most private dealings in this dimly lit room.

He heard the drunken noise and complaints of the soldiers, and Scott was sure that if he went to war he would do better than any of them.His keen green eyes are good at reading terrain, he knows where troops should camp comfortably and safely, he knows when and where to lay an ambush and cross a river, he knows how to use guns... Scott is fully trained Special forces are completely different from these miscellaneous troops and mobs.

Scott heard the name of Charles Hamilton, "This kid is lucky. After a few battles, he has become famous!" Sure enough, in a place like a brothel, you can always find out what you want to hear. Even overheard.

Scott met Bell Watling, and he politely spoke with restrained curiosity to this beautiful woman who was past the prime of her youth.Scott finds that Bell is uneducated but eager to appear educated, and that she has a kind heart.

To Scott's surprise - Bell told him: "My God, you are a beautiful doll! My little one is not a few years younger than you, and if he wasn't in New Orleans... I haven't seen him in years La."

After the two of them were left in Rhett's office on the second floor, Scott asked curiously, "Is that little guy your son?"

Rhett's two sword eyebrows collided suddenly: "Of course not, I'm just his guardian. But God, I really hope this child was not born."

The author has something to say: half update, there will be a lot of updates tomorrow~