Moonlight Love Poem

Elvis was finally left with the last sentence, and Brian turned around and walked into the room after throwing down a sentence, without any intention of helping him up.

And he never needed the support of the other party. Aiweisi gritted his teeth, groped and stood up from the ground in embarrassment, and then walked into the house with the help of the wall.There was also a dull pain in his waist and abdomen, but he didn't care. He had experienced this kind of pain countless times when he was young, so the pain now was nothing.

He stumbled and stood in the middle of the house, his eyes were blind, and his ears became extremely sensitive at this time.

He could hear Brian pull out the chair and sit down, and he could also hear the other party pouring water for him, and with the sound of a cup touching the wooden table, the other party's voice sounded: "Speak."

The voice was calm and low, and Elvis could imagine what Brian looked like with his eyes closed.

He must be that kind of elegant and calm noble son again. Facing his current embarrassed appearance, there might be an annoying smile on the corner of his mouth.

As long as Brian learned of Archibald's weakness, he would definitely drive himself away before Ansair came back.

Elvis knows this very well, because he would have done the same.

"I'm going to wait for Ans to come back." He said coldly, "I'll talk about it when he comes back."

Brian paused for a moment with the hand holding the cup, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and there was undisguised contempt in his eyes.

"Evis Field," he said, "what right have you to see him again?"

Aves showed a happy expression on his face: "I was not qualified to see him from the beginning, he came to see me."

Brian stopped talking, and he closed his eyes tiredly, thinking about how to get rid of Elvis later.

Elvis continued: "I know you didn't like me from the beginning, but even so, I have become Ansair's good friend."

"When Ansair thinks of you, he will definitely think of me. Because in his heart, I am the same as you."

Brian put the cup in his hand on the table, interrupting his narcissism: "It's different now."

He smiled and looked at the ugly face of the other party, and said word by word: "He has put on my ring, we have kissed under the moonlight, and he promised to marry me."

"And you?" Brian said calmly, "You're not even a friend."

Elvis' expression has turned livid, and his current appearance can even be considered ferocious.

There was a light in Brian's eyes, and he smiled softly: "Now when he thinks of me, he won't think of you again."

I changed into a baggy dress which Auston had found for me.

Auston took off the earrings on both sides for me, and when he put away the things, he suddenly said: "Ans, your hair is too conspicuous."

The long hair flowing behind her like a moonlight is hard not to attract people's attention.

Of course I know that, and when I was a kid I would always hide my hair when I went out and caused trouble.

"It's just that cloaks and hoods are hard to find here."

I explained the problem to Oston, he pondered for a moment, a burst of blue light emerged from the palm of his left hand, and when he withdrew his hand from the back of my head, my hair had turned ebony black.

Even though I knew Alston knew magic a long time ago, I still sigh for the wonder of magic when I see it now.

"It's amazing." I touched my black hair and looked at him with a smile. "Does it look more ordinary now?"

Alston looked at me quietly, his eyes lost for a moment.

"No?" I asked.

He sighed softly, his voice was a little low, "No, you are still beautiful."

It just occurred to me that my face is more conspicuous than my hair, and changing my hair is useless.

Me: "Maybe we should go find a cloak anyway."

Austin: "Yeah."

Me: "I should find two."

After finishing speaking, I looked at Auston's confused expression and felt a little amused.

"You don't look ordinary." I reminded him, "Or is it that people on the street can only see me?"

Auston held out his hand to hold me, and his voice was very serious: "But when they patrolled the street before, they only stared at you."

I leaned over and kissed him quickly on the cheek.

Oston's ice-blue eyes widened slightly, with a faint light flickering in them.

"Now I can see you too." I smiled and said, "Let's go, let's go find something."

Brian put the cup in his hand on the table again.

The sky was approaching dusk, and the people who should have appeared from their houses because of the sunset in the west did not move at this moment, and there was silence outside the house.All the soldiers who had gone out had returned to this house at this moment, and he knew that most of his potions had already been drunk by them, and they were exerting their due effect at this moment.

Ivis, who was hit hard by him, hung his head, rubbed his index finger with his left hand, and exuded a gloomy atmosphere.

He only glanced at him, then looked away, for no reason, just because the sound of footsteps outside the door had completely attracted his attention.

Brian stood up from his seat, his position was not far from the door, and he quickly walked to the door.

Elvis also seemed to realize something, he stopped rubbing his fingers, but followed Brian to the door.

The familiar knock on the door sounded again, accompanied by a familiar voice.

Brian could feel his violent heartbeat, he pursed his lips, and forcefully opened the door, and saw the person standing outside the door.

"Brian." The other party called his name, and his hair turned black, but Brian didn't care about these little things.

He fixedly looked at Ansair who had taken off his hood, looked at the familiar look of intimacy in the other's eyes, and finally felt his heart come alive slowly.He stretched out his arms and rubbed the other person into his arms vigorously. The feeling of regaining the loss made him speechless thankfully, and he just gritted his teeth lightly.

The man in his arms put his hands on his back hesitantly, and patted him lightly twice.

"What are you doing?" Brian laughed a little angrily, "Are you trying to coax me, Ansair?"

His Anse shook his head slightly, but stopped the movement quickly.

Because Brian held the back of his head, not allowing him to shake his head.

"You need to know another way, Ans," Brian said in a low voice, only for Ansair who was held in his arms to hear, "You have to kiss me, that's the right thing to do."

He could feel that Ansair's body became a little stiff, and his fair neck also tended to turn red.

Auston, who was standing behind Ansair, seemed to feel it too, and the stern prince slightly lowered his eyes.

The person in his arms moved, and Brian immediately turned his attention to him.

"Hasn't calling you Mr. Adelaide any longer?"

The other party said, trying to put the hood back on, but it seemed too anxious, the hand holding the white cloth couldn't hold it steady, and the hood fell on his neck again.

Brian looked at him with a smile, and his red face was reflected in his eyes.

"Of course it works," he stretched out his hand, picked up the hood and thoughtfully put it on for the other party, and then carefully hid the exposed hair.After all this was done, he smiled softly, "I don't mind if you call me that when you kiss, it can even be deeper."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the other party with lowered eyes in satisfaction, and the blush still climbed up his face from the place covered by the hood.

It's just that this kind of time didn't last long. Ives, who had been neglected all this time, came out to break the atmosphere. As soon as he opened his mouth, Ansair's attention was attracted, and the blush naturally faded away quickly. up.

I will never forget Elvis' voice anyway, I looked at the person standing behind Brian, and didn't understand why he appeared here.

Under the green hair, his eyes were tightly closed, and his handsome face was slightly distorted: "Ans, is that you?"

"...It's me." I stared at his face, hesitated for a moment, and then turned to ask Brian, "What's wrong with his eyes?"

Brian reached out and straightened my hair, brushing the sand off my shoulders.

"How would I know?" He said casually, "Maybe this Mr. Field accidentally fell down while walking."

"It's nothing." Elvis whispered, "Don't worry about me, Ans, how are you?"

"I can't see you, can I hold your hand?" He showed an uneasy expression and flattered me, "I know you won't forgive me, but I still want to make sure you are safe."

I was about to refuse, but Auston behind me had already stepped forward and held my hand, and Brian, who had been calm before, also put down his hand, and the expression on his face became very cold.

"Ives," he said with a mocking smile on his face, "instead of praying for something that is doomed to be impossible, why don't you talk about the purpose of your coming here in the first place?"

The uneasy and sad expression on Elvis's face was withdrawn at once, and his expression became a little gloomy.

Brian didn't seem to want to discuss this with him either, and turned to take my hand.

His expression faded when he saw my hand held by Oston, and he looked at Oston.But he didn't say anything in the end, just smiled at me, reached out and grabbed my wrist, and led me into the room.

Elvis held out his hand as I passed, but was slapped away by Auston who followed me.

Both of them seem to be repulsed by Elvis because of what Elvis has done before... so why would Brian allow Elvis to enter this house?

I had some doubts, but the question was quickly answered.

Because Elvis told me so quickly.

"I know Archibald's weakness," Elvis said, although he couldn't see, he caught my direction with his own feeling.At this moment, he was facing me directly, with a firm tone, "He is afraid of the dark."

The author says:

It's like kids competing for attention.

Elvis: Stick it.

Brian: Get out (pull away).

Auston: No (pats away).