The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

After he finished his last emotional confession, Ai Wei didn't answer the words, neither said goodbye nor had any intention to keep him, and the atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

Then he bid her farewell, pretending to say goodbye flatly.

He thought it was over here, and he was about to walk down the terrace, but he heard a voice behind him suddenly cut through the silence of the night.

"Lucky?"

She suddenly sneered, abruptly stopped him from leaving into the night, and turned around to look at her in bewilderment.

"It's not just luck to meet me." She opened her pink lips, tugged at his heart, and slowly walked towards him, like a reed watered by the setting sun swaying in the evening wind.

"Who else loves me like this except you?" Ivy stared at his surprised and stunned expression, slowly curled the corners of her mouth, and laughed, "How can I trust your loyalty when you leave like this."

He was still motionless, but his eyes moved with her approaching steps, as if he was attracted, he just stared at her in shock but pleasure.

When she stretched out those slender arms and hugged his neck tightly, he immediately realized her intention and bent slightly.

Her lips were like strawberry jam soaked in nectar, and smelled of lilac.

But that should be the perfume he used on himself, Ivy thought, he has always been a man who loves cleanliness and has a slight obsession with cleanliness.

Yet he still fell in love with a scorched soul covered in dust and mud.

The flame in the fireplace was burning the wood, and now and then it splashed tiny sparks.

"Not passionate enough." She said regretfully, "I thought you would be much better than this. They all say that a man will be completely different in bed than in normal times. It seems that you are still a person who looks the same."

She raised her hand to take a glass of brandy on the bedside table, took a sip, as if trying to break free from the drowsy atmosphere, and then put it back.

She was only wearing a lace-trimmed translucent underwear. Fortunately, the temperature was hot enough for a thin layer of sweat to condense on her skin.

A drop of water was hanging precariously on a strand of curly hair in front of her forehead, and it was about to fall. It overlapped with the smile at the corner of her mouth, which looked attractive enough.

"You're so charming." He sighed from the bottom of his heart, lowered his head while raving, and brought his chin close to her fair neck skin, smelling the familiar scents of citrus and rosemary.

"Really?" Ivy suddenly showed a displeased expression, and the smile disappeared instantly, which immediately made her male partner feel uneasy.

"What's wrong? Did my words offend you?" Confused and innocent, he half-raised his body, grasped her fingers and kneaded them repeatedly in his palm, and stared at her face carefully with his dark blue eyes. , trying to proactively address the source of the problem that made her moody.

"I never forgot a word."

"If a woman can only be described as beautiful, I don't think it's a good thing. That lady is indeed outstanding, but maybe it's limited to that."

She suddenly lost her sullen expression and put on a smiling expression, "From the moment you got to know me, you should realize how vengeful I am, my dear Duke."

He immediately laughed, bent down, and kissed her forehead twice.

"Honey, you're driving me crazy," he whispered through her loose chestnut hair. "Please respect anyone's youthful recklessness."

He bit the center of his eyebrows in a wicked way, causing Ivy to move her head away in dissatisfaction, "I mean, I want you to make up for the loss of my mood, you stupid thing."

It's just that the compensation was beyond expectations, she couldn't help but frown, and the sharp nails drew a few fox paw prints on his back.

"My little lover, little idiot, little monster." She called his nickname over and over again with the most beautiful voice, and her thin lips wrapped around his neck and earlobe, as if she was cursing intimately, but also seemed to be innocent. pet name.

Laziness and passion strike together, presumptuous but without losing self-control.

"Let your life blood flow into my veins and become my blood." She couldn't help whispering softly.

"I finally understand why so many British girls like Wilde." Kevin shook his head and said, "He can always come up with some wonderful sentences in his genius mind, no wonder he can please you so much."

"A genius can become a lunatic if he is not careful. Even if he is the most sober person in that society, it is a pity that no one thinks he is normal. No matter how smart a poor great writer is, he will lose to the world. Don't learn from him. The ending is unfortunate." She sighed sympathetically.

"Okay, Weiwei, it's best not to mention other men at this time, just focus on looking at me." He smiled, his bright pupils looked into her eyes, "Are you satisfied now?"

"Go away, you bastard." She cursed a dirty word, but it was just like normal flirting.Then he raised his head again and took a deep breath of the flower-scented air like a sigh.

"My temper is really getting worse...Kevin, what do you think I should do?"

He smiled and kissed her: "Just lose your temper with me, insult me ​​as much as you want, I am willing to do so, you are my heaven, the fire of my desire, the moon that saves me, I have become obsessed with you."

"You should really let your father hear what you said." She stretched out her hand, and her delicate fingertips slowly slid across the bridge of his tall nose, cruising between the deep browbones and the slender eyelashes, and sighed contentedly, "The heir he cultivated with painstaking efforts, a reserved and elegant gentleman, a noble duke, would actually say such love words... And I would actually like you, like a person who has been tortured for me and turned into a monster you."

She didn't close her eyes, and the sense of weightlessness invaded her mind like waves, as if searching for answers belonging to the ancient and the universe in a black hole.

From the beginning to the end, she watched the large murals of irises painted on the ceiling, which kept changing strange colors and enlarged in the center of her pupils.

The canvas in her mind was frantically changing situations. In the ethereal illusion, she thought of bison and angels in Europe, the secret of long-lasting paint, sonnets of prophets, the sanctuary of art, and the eternity that can be shared with lovers.

When Ivy woke up, it was still dark, and the wall clock on the wall had only moved three large divisions.

She turned her eyes slightly, and saw Kevin lying quietly beside him, leaning against the bed board carved with lily patterns, buttoning his white shirt unhurriedly.

The fragrance of the cigar penetrated slowly into his nose, and the light smoke lingered around his face, making him look unreal like a dream.

She didn't speak, just kept her eyes open, staring intently at her lover.

His fingers holding the cigarette are well-knitted, slender and long, as white as a swinger who is used to hanging out at dance parties.

He also has soft and beautiful chestnut curly hair, which is also stained with unwiped sweat, and the sense of luxury and fragility rarely reaches a subtle agreement on his handsome face.

Besides, he is good at painting, and Ivy can't imagine how a person like him would look on the battlefield.

However, he is unbelievably self-disciplined. His riding skills are amazing, his marksmanship while hunting often attracts compliments from his companions, and his arm muscles are clear and powerful. When he clasps her waist, she can keenly feel the sense of power that cannot be ignored. Like the howling wind in the autumn wilderness.

"Did I bother you?" He asked apologetically, noticing her staring gaze.

She shook her head, her cheeks were stained with the crimson evening mist, and her voice was a little brandy-specific intoxicated. This time, it was her turn to express her appreciation uncontrollably: "You are so charming, my dear."

"Really?" He slowly exhaled a circle of smoke, his eyes shone with the same color as the moon.

"Because only at this moment, you belong to me completely."

She leaned forward, her smooth arms attached to the outside of his thin shirt, transferring the hot body temperature between each other.

"I've always belonged to you only." He ran his fingers through her hair, and he responded gently.

"I hope so."

Before he could answer, Ivy snatched the cigar between his fingers without any refusal, held back the strangeness, and took a deep breath. In an instant, the smell of lemon, citrus, rose and chamomile mixed with the scent unique to tobacco With the extravagant breath, she straightened up and moved closer to his face.

The smoke of the cigar was dense within half an inch, covering the tip of her tongue, teeth and sensitive lips, and passed into his mouth with the desire to engulf everything.

He was caught off guard at first, but immediately accepted her "charity" and accepted her lips and teeth.

"Do you men like smoking a cigarette afterward so much? Do you have to smoke after sex to complete the ceremony?" She looked at him and asked.

Kevin was taken aback, and then there was apology in his eyes: "My Weiwei... I thought you had accepted my habit a long time ago, if you don't like it..."

"No no, I can accept it." She denied, "I like watching you smoke a cigar, you look elegant enough, but I prefer, um, having sex with you? Love."

He smiled, leaned over to kiss her again, and whispered, "But you said I wasn't passionate enough."

"In the beginning, it was true. Fortunately, you know your mistakes and can correct them."

After the breath was gone, she left him and began to sit on the edge of the bed with bare legs, dangling her bare feet, watching him get off the bed after putting on his shirt, and fastened the belt around his waist.

"It's a pity..." She shook her head slowly, then jumped out of the bed, stepped on the cold floor with her bare feet, and tightened the belt for him.

"It's a pity that you are leaving so soon, I haven't enjoyed enough yet."

"Me too..." he said equally regretfully, "but it will be a night I will never forget as long as I live."

"Don't be pessimistic, my dear. Although I can't marry you, no one stipulates that people other than partners cannot have love."

"Loving you is the most important thing." He hooked his lips with a forced smile, but she could see the disappointment in his eyes.

【Loving you is the most important thing, Miss Lester.Some people think love is marriage, it's six o'clock kisses and a bunch of kids, and maybe that's what love is, but you know what I think?I think love is wanting to touch and then holding back. 】

He remembered Salinger's monologue in "The Heart of Broken Stories".

The author has something to say:

I think it's very cryptic and not explicit at all, but I'm still locked and angry...