Queen and Her Duke

Visia raised her head, blinked her eyes slowly, and stared at Wen Lin and Rima beside the campfire with fixed eyes.

Instead of stepping forward, he chose to turn around and walk quickly towards the small stone house.

The door was slammed shut, and in the dark and silent room, Visia slowly bent down against the door.

Her expression tried her best to endure, but the hot eyes were still scrambling to fall off, Visia tightly covered her mouth, trembling uncontrollably, suppressing her choked and painful cries.

In his mind, he couldn't stop thinking of Wen Lin's smile when he looked at Rui Ma just now, as well as that dream, which had nothing to do with him but belonged to Wen Lin's beautiful life.

Weisia thought about it like masochistic, whether Wen Lin would be happier without herself.

Perhaps a pure and innocent little girl like Ruima is really suitable for Wen Lin.

Visia originally thought that she could remain calm, calm, and wait calmly and patiently.

Even if Wen Lin couldn't remember this life, she would wait.

But Weisia alone dare not think, what if Wen Lin chooses to fall in love with someone else?

Such thoughts made Visia depressed and desperate. She recalled Wen Lin's obvious intimacy and kindness when she treated Rema for more than a month.

Weisia was shocked that when Wen Lin treated herself, she was always calm and never had any extra emotions.

In this way, the years have gently erased the deep-rooted memories between them, and also erased Wen Lin's deep love for herself.

And in the final analysis, all this is because of my own incompetence, because of my own selfishness and despicableness.

Thinking of Wen Lin's frail body, Visia blamed herself to the point where she couldn't forgive herself, never could.

Everything between them made Visia dare not force her anymore. She couldn't help but think sadly, if Wen Lin really chooses someone else, as long as she can see her truly happy, what else would she be dissatisfied with?

When she was disheartened, Weisia stumbled to the luggage outside the door that she hadn't packed yet, and found out the spirits she used to warm up when she was on the road.

When Wen Lin came back, she saw the messy luggage in front of the house, and she recognized Vicia's things. Wen Lin looked around, but she didn't find Vicia.

Slowly walking back to his small stone house, he casually took a book and warmed himself by the fireplace, his eyes always looked out of the window intentionally or unintentionally.

It started snowing again at night, and it was getting heavier and heavier, and a thin layer of snow had piled up on the luggage outside.

Wen Lin frowned and put down the book in her hand, went to the door and called the attendants stationed in the distance, and moved all the luggage into her room.

After hesitating for a while, Wen Lin turned around and walked towards Visia's stone house.

As soon as the door was opened, there was a strong smell of alcohol.

Through the dim firelight from outside the door, Wen Lin saw Visia curled up beside the bed, with a few empty wine pans scattered around.

"Vicia," Wen Lin frowned and walked over to call her. There was no blanket on the floor, and there was no fireplace in the room, so it was very cold.

Hearing that Visia moved, she raised her head, her eyes were red, and she looked at Wen Lin in a daze.

Dazed for a moment, Visia suddenly touched Wen Lin's outstretched fingertips tentatively, then retracted abruptly, and murmured,

"You don't like me getting close, then I won't touch you, as long as I can see you again, it will be fine."

The drunk man's voice was muffled, and Wen Lin couldn't hear clearly, so she had to come closer, trying to help her up.

Observe Visia's expression carefully, as if she has cried.

Wen Lin had only seen this look of losing her composure on the first day she met Vicia, and her eyes darkened quietly.

Wen Lin helped her to the bed, then went to light the fireplace, sniffing the smell of alcohol in the room, Wen Lin thought about it and went out to burn hot water and brought it in.

From the beginning to the end, Visia's eyes were tightly locked on Wen Lin, and wherever she went, her eyes followed.

She wiped Visia's face and hands erratically. When her eyes shifted to Visia's feet, Wen Lin realized that blood was oozing from her ankles. Looking at the wet mud on her body again, it seemed like Fall and hurt.

I don't know if it was really drunk or because of something else, Weisia cooperated with Wen Lin's movements very well.

After changing out the dirty clothes and applying medicine to her ankles, Visia remained quiet the whole time, except for stubbornly tugging on Wen Lin's sleeve, she refused to let go.

After doing everything, Wen Lin felt a little weak, and sat down helplessly next to the edge of the bed. Looking at Visia who seemed drunk but not drunk, she asked tentatively,

"Vicia, what happened?"

Wen Lin was a little curious, but also a little worried, what happened to Visia during the half month she left, which made her lose her composure so much.

Unexpectedly, it would be fine if Wen Lin didn't ask, but when Visia asked, she reacted violently. She held Wen Lin's wrist tightly and pulled the person towards her.

Caught off guard, Wen Lin fell into Visia's embrace, and being hugged tightly by her, the strong Wen Lin suffocated for a few moments.

A choked cry came from my ear, "Why did you forget me?"

The voice was very soft, not questioning or accusing, but more like expressing grievances.

The person who has always been calm and steady has shed all the strong shells at this moment, and is showing in front of Wen Lin in the softest and most fragile appearance.

The bottom of my heart seemed to be scratched with a few chaotic knife marks, and the sharp broken knife stabbed my life in pain, which was hard to calm down.

A few scenes of vague scenes that seemed familiar flashed through her mind. Wen Lin's head suddenly swelled, and the pain became more and more acute.

At the same time, the wrist of his left hand began to burn violently, and that piece of skin was soaked in boiling oil.

Wen Lin bit her lower lip tightly, trying to make the blurry double image clear in her mind, a strong sadness came along with the increasingly bone-piercing pain, Wen Lin couldn't help but groaned twice.

Weisia seemed to have noticed Wen Lin's abnormality, she let go of her hand in a panic, and asked in a panic, "I made you feel uncomfortable again?"

Barely pulling herself together, Wen Lin looked at the extremely humble Visia, and the uncomfortable feeling in her heart became more obvious.

It seems that Vicia shouldn't be so humble...

What is wrong?Wen Lin shook her head hard, her whole body was drenched in pain.

When the pain subsided, Wen Lin realized that she was unconsciously crouching on Visia, who was looking at her in disbelief.

For Wen Lin's initiative to get close, Visia seemed very happy, her red eyes were moist and bright, "You don't hate me anymore?"

Really drunk, Wen Lin sighed helplessly, such a childish tone was not at all like Weisia's usual attitude.

But being looked at by Visia's expectant eyes, Wen Lin's heart softened suddenly. She tucked a few strands of hair from Visia's cheeks behind her ears, nodded,

"I don't hate you, I never hated you."

Weisia was stunned, and then the ecstasy of regaining what was lost burst into her eyes. She looked at Wen Lin in disbelief, and her hands fell along Wen Lin's shoulder blades to her back.

The sudden burst of strength suppressed Wen Lin tightly, and they slowly approached.

Everything around became blurred, Visia only had Wen Lin in her eyes, and she slowly approached Wen Lin, her eyes shrouded in hazy mist.

Carefully, a light kiss landed on Wen Lin's forehead.

Wen Lin couldn't help trembling, Visia's lips were soft, and the feeling of her skin touching made her soul tremble.

It seemed that something hit her heart directly from her forehead, making her instinctively unwilling to refuse.

After Wen Lin came to her senses, she struggled to push Visia away, but unexpectedly Visia's strength was surprisingly strong. She held Wen Lin in her arms, "You don't hate it, you don't hate it."

A few muffled and stubborn comforts wrapped around the skin with a cool touch.

The lips stayed on the forehead for a moment, then slowly moved down, sucked the corners of the eyes and brows, and slid to the bridge of the nose, inch by inch, and finally landed on Wen Lin's lips with a satisfied sigh.

With all the care and solemnity, he pasted it gently.

The moment the two lips were pressed together, the watery light slipped from the corners of Visia's eyes, slowly breathing the breath suppressed in the chest, Visia trembled and hugged Wen Lin even tighter.

Gradually drowsy thoughts made Visia feel as if she was floating in the clouds, and she couldn't help thinking, all of this must be a dream.

Slowly close your eyes, follow the body's instinct to outline Wen Lin's lips, and then poke in, lips and teeth meet.Entangled.

The temperature of each other is tightly entangled, the breath is entangled, and the touch is clearly felt every second.

The alcohol was lingering, and Weisia was burning all over, and she felt uncomfortable, but Wen Lin in her arms was cold, and it was very comfortable to stick to it.

At this time, Weisia's mind was blank, she couldn't care about anything, she tore her clothes indiscriminately, even turned over and overwhelmed Wen Lin, and put her hand in along the neckline.

Holding the familiar Wen.Cotton, moderate force around the touch.

Their hair overlapped and spread out in one place, very much like the two lying down with their necks crossed at this moment.

Angry and embarrassing, Wen Lin's eyes were moist, and her already weak body limply pressed against Weisia's shoulder.

Feeling the hands on her body poking down an inch, Wen Lin was so angry that she opened her mouth and bit Visia's lips hard.

With a groan, a few drops of blood gushed out.

Seemingly not understanding why Wen Lin wanted to bite herself, Visia stared at her blankly.

"Back to the side," Wen Lin's pale face was flushed red at this time, but her tone was extremely cold.

Visia's eyes suddenly glowed, and she obediently stepped aside, staring at Wen Lin intently.

After tidying up her clothes and sitting up, feeling the restlessness in her body, Wen Lin said dryly, "Take a good rest," then turned and left.

Back in her small stone house, Wen Lin was lying on the bed, and it seemed that the hot feeling had not subsided in the place that Vicia had touched.

It was weird, yet somehow familiar.

Wen Lin tossed and turned on the bed, unable to fall asleep, so she sat up by the firelight, rolled up her sleeves, and looked at the pattern on her left wrist.

When the pattern was hot just now, a few scattered scenes appeared in my mind, like a memory I had forgotten.

Wen Lin tapped her head lightly, and for the first time, she had the idea of ​​wanting to know what the pattern was, and what she had forgotten.

This unknown and uncontrollable feeling made Wen Lin unable to feel sleepy, especially because Vicia's actions tonight made her...

As the night gradually deepened, Wen Lin was sitting blankly in front of the fireplace, when suddenly there were knocks on the door.

It was Vicia, her weeping voice came through.

"You haven't entered my dream for nine years, but let me watch you spend your life with other people in my dream after reunion."

"Wen Lin, can you not fall in love with others, can you look at me, we were so in love before."

"You should be mine."

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The author has something to say:

To be honest, I think Wei is pretending to be drunk! ! !