I almost ruled the world

[July 7 Memorial Day of the Battle of the Boyne]

Brianna looked at the flower that was almost under her nose, held her breath, and tried to make a moving expression, "I like it very much, Clark, thank you."

After speaking, he put the flowers on the corner of the table, turned his head and took a deep breath.

It's not that he's allergic to pollen, it's that Clark bought a bouquet of lilies today.

The pollen-carrying anthers on the lilies were not removed, exuding an overpowering and weird fragrance. I don't know if he bought them while the florist was being lazy.

Clark also rubbed his nose lightly, then cleared his throat and looked at her with a smile, "As long as you like it."

Briana stood on tiptoe and hooked his neck while throwing the bouquet into the corner behind him.

Hearing the movement, Clark frowned and wanted to turn his head, but Brianna held his face.

She looked at Clark and murmured, "I thought of sending me flowers, let me think about it, how should I reward you?"

As she spoke, she approached slowly, and Clark wrapped his arms around her waist carefully.

Jimmy was right.

She looked happy, but it was just an ordinary bouquet of flowers.

Clark asked subconsciously, "Do you like flowers very much?"

No!She didn't like it at all, but it was impossible for Brianna to say that. She raised her head, and her gentle eyes seemed to be full of him, "As long as it's from you, I like it."

As she spoke, she hooked his neck down and kissed his hot lips.

Brianna kissed so aggressively that Clark felt a little overwhelmed, but he didn't want to spoil Bly by saying something in her presence.

Even after seeing Brianna so happy, Clark was happy.

Especially in his unique life, Clark has never pitied and cherished such a girl. They were similar, but they ended up going on completely different paths. Fortunately, he was able to pull her back in time.

During the entanglement, she took Clark and fell on the sofa, but the heavy panting in her ears made Clark suddenly recover from his lust.

Especially when he felt that Brianna's hand was slowly moving down, brushing against his waistline, and then moving further down...

Clark grabbed her hand suddenly, Brianna's face was still reddish like sunset, and she raised the end sound in a slightly hoarse voice, "Huh?"

"I'll help you put the flowers up." As he spoke, Clark propped himself up from Briana's body with some embarrassment, and then picked up the flowers that fell in the corner with some doubts.

Brianna: What?

[Assumption Day on August 8th]

Brianna slammed the death Barbie pink lipstick he gave on the table, showing a happy expression on the verge of tears.

Sniffing, she forced herself to justify her faux pas, "I love you so much, Clark! I never dreamed that you would give me this..."

Clark coughed with some embarrassment, "I just think this color suits you very well, shall I paint it for you?"

Hearing his words, Brianna looked at him in disbelief, then shifted her gaze to the powdery, suffocating stick, and while she was transfixed, he carefully dabbed the lipstick onto her lips .

After painting, he withdrew his hand somewhat at a loss.

It seems to be painted on the outside.

Brianna finally came to her senses, she held down her trembling left hand, and buried her head in Clark's neck.

All he could think about was strangling him to death as soon as he recovered his abilities.

Such an ugly color, he actually thinks it suits her? ? ?

Mad!

But Brianna couldn't strangle him now, so what?

Her pink lips came close to Clark's neck, and her teeth nibbled on the flesh of his neck, feeling the sudden stiffness of his body, Brianna brushed lightly with the tip of her tongue, and then sucked hard.

Clark couldn't help throwing his head back, but she didn't see the expected red mottle on his neck.

Damn, how did she forget that Clark is a man of steel, wouldn't it be a fart to want to suck out hickeys on his neck.

So her lips quickly moved to the collar of his white shirt, leaving her upper and lower lip prints.

With all this done, Brianna tried to take their relationship one step further.

She took Clark's hand and brought him to her chest, and the hot palm made Briana herself tense.

It's just that those hands retracted immediately after touching the curve that was hard to ignore.

"Uh." Clark hesitated for a while, then pointed to the ceiling with that finger, "The light bulb is a little loose, I'll go and tighten it."

Brianna: What's the deal with the lights? !

[National Prisoners of War and Missing Persons Recognition Day on September 9]

Brianna threw the medal with the "S" pattern from Clark on the table, and at the same time kicked her legs and jumped into Clark's arms.

At least he didn't go so far as to throw Brianna off the ground, but wrapped his arms around her legs.

Clark took the initiative to kiss her lips, then bent down and put her on the dining table, "I'll cook."

Brianna hooked her calves together and looked at him slyly, "Don't go."

"Shouldn't the rest of me be fed before my stomach is fed?"

Clark opened his mouth in shock, and for a moment he didn't realize what Brianna would say, "...what?"

In fact, Brianna also wanted face, she hated in her heart, and coughed a little uncomfortably, "I mean...the wallet."

"You keep giving me gifts like this, and I have no money to return them."

Clark couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and then couldn't help laughing, "You don't have to give me presents, Bligh. I'm happy to see you happy."

Brianna showed a slightly exaggerated smile, but she still didn't release the shackles that were not shackles on Clark.

She asked innocently, "Yeah, I'm really happy, happy to hug you, kiss you and have closer contact with you... Clark, don't you think the same?"

Clark's expression moved slightly, and he lowered his head and kissed Brianna's lips lightly, touching his forehead.

But soon, his thin lips left Brianna's, and he closed his eyes for a moment of calm before opening them again, revealing warm blue eyes.

He suddenly said, "The food in the pot is going to burn."

Brianna let go of her calves wrapped around his waist in fright, and subconsciously looked towards the kitchen...

Wait, he just got home and hasn't had time to cook yet.

Sure enough, Clark in front of him disappeared.

Brianna: Fuck!

[October 10 Columbus Discovery of America Day]

Brianna looked at the two candles on the table in the dark room, frowned and asked Clark, "Wait, is today a special holiday?"

Clark coughed.

"Forget it." Brianna adjusted the seat and hung the napkin on her chest, "Let me see if your craftsmanship has improved."

As she spoke, she picked up the knife and fork.

"Ah!" With the crisp metal impact, Brianna glanced at him timidly, "The fork fell to the ground."

Without waiting for Clark to respond, she bent down and ducked under the table to find her fork.

Just when she picked up the fork under the cover of the table, Brianna gave a malicious smirk, climbed two steps forward, and crawled under Clark's seat.

Clark was curious about why she had been cutting the fork for so long, when he heard a familiar voice from below him.

"Clark, what's wrong with you here? I've wanted to ask you this question for a long time, why is your place always bulging?" As she spoke, she poked it lightly with a fork.

"Pfft——" Clark, who was holding up his wine glass, almost spit out the wine.

Then he frantically picked up the extra napkin from the side of the table and put it on his lap.

"……"cut.Brianna curled her lips.

Not interesting.

[November 11 Veterans Day]

"Clark!" Brianna looked at the stiff Clark under her body, and finally couldn't bear to ask the ultimate question of life, "Are you okay?"

Clark frowned, as if he was enduring something, and didn't speak.

"Huh. Why did you let me know this tragic fact at the annual Veterans Day." Brianna suddenly felt desperate, and the sky was about to fall.

Obviously, I felt quite a few times... Cough.The sense of presence is quite strong, how can he be indifferent?

Anyway, if Clark couldn't, would he lose his mind and fall in love with her?

If Clark doesn't lose his mind, will he help him break the seal?

If he didn't break the seal, wouldn't he be so miserable for the rest of his life?

Thinking of this possibility, she felt that she should have made a plan earlier.

When Brianna was thinking about where to get some medicine, Clark suddenly turned over and pressed her under him.

During the change of body shape, the familiar hardness was so hot that it was about to burn her.

Brianna looked up at the outline of Clark's face in the backlight, felt rough fingers across the corners of her eyes, and his hoarse and deep voice sounded in her ears, "Don't mess with me on purpose, Bligh."

"You clearly know."

Ah, I was seen through.

She did know what the reason might be.

But who told him not to take the bait?

[December 12 Wright Brothers Day]

Brianna was packing her luggage while thinking about what Clark said that day.

That's right, the annual Christmas, which is also her birthday, is coming again.

She was going back to Kansas with Clark for the holidays.

Brianna glanced at Clark passing by outside the room, and couldn't help swallowing nervously.

It seemed as if something was telling her somewhere.

Things are about to turn around.