[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

"Good night, Your Highness." Mycroft sat on the sofa, holding a square gift in his hand.

Francis took off the coat William gave her and hung her on the hanger: "I thought you didn't like to attend my birthday, sir."

"It's true that I don't like going to parties. But I won't miss your birthday. It's not too late." McCoff stood up, and he handed Frances a gift. "Happy birthday, Eric."

"Thank you, you are never late, what is this?" Francis asked Mycroft curiously while taking the gift.

"My mother taught me that opening presents is fun. I thought I shouldn't spoil your enjoyment." Mycroft watched Francis open presents.

Francis glanced back at Mycroft: "You know what, that just makes me more curious. Then I'll kill the cat."

She unwrapped it, and it was a vinyl record: "The Sound of Spring? Artur Rubinstein. The greatest pianist of the last century. It's amazing. You know, sir. I've always wanted to hear it." Beethoven, Mozart playing live. Just out of time."

"My mother used to go to his concerts. It's her collection. She's willing to give it to someone who can appreciate it," said Mycroft, who was pleased to see Francis' happy face.

"Then let's enjoy it together. The phonograph you bought for me has not been used yet." Francis took the vinyl record and walked to the phonograph. She put the disc in and the moment the sound came out, she exclaimed, "Oh , is simply immersive.”

"You're still wearing a skirt." Mycroft looked at Francis.

Francis turned his head and smiled: "You are also well-dressed."

McCoff stretched out his hand: "MayI?"

"Of course." Francis stepped forward, "Don't waste a song. You are so sweet, sir."

"The 21st birthday means a lot. To you, Eric." Mycroft said with his arms around her waist, holding her hand with the other.

"The Sound of Spring" was written by the king of waltz, Strauss the Younger. It is not a typical Viennese waltz, nor was it created as dance accompaniment music.The rhythm is free and full of changes, the melody is vivid and coherent, and the gorgeous and agile melody is like the breath of spring, full of youthful vitality.

The song vividly depicts the rejuvenation of the earth, the melting of ice and snow, and the scene of vitality, just like a colorful oil painting, which forever retains the beauty of nature.

"This music is really beautiful." Francis said with a smile, and her steps followed the melody. "People will always pass away, but the music, you know, is always there. After 100 years, or even a thousand years, someone will still appreciate it. .”

Francis feels very strange. They have known each other for 14 years, but they have never skipped a song. The reason is that the British government never participates in royal banquets, birthday banquets, and wedding banquets.

Oh, and he'll be at the funeral, but there's no dancing at the funeral.

Mycroft's icy green eyes are now like the thawing spring in the song, flickering in the warm light: "Yes, immortals are never human. Eric."

They followed the melody in a circle, and the beautiful waltz was more like describing a love.

Francis's blue eyes looked into his, and she could even see her own reflection in his: "Yep, but if someone remembers the dead, it's not death. It's all immortality in a way."

"You don't believe it, Eric. You are a materialist. You never believe in idealism." Mycroft looked at her with a smile, his face was unimaginably seductive under the orange light.

"That's right. But if someone dies, it's a beautiful thing, isn't it, sir?" Francis twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, lowered his eyes, and his slender eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows under his eyes.

"Alik, look into my eyes." Mycroft's voice was above her head.

Francis raised his head and looked into Mycroft's emerald green eyes. The surging emotions hidden under those rational glaciers hide the sea of ​​stars.

With the melody of the waltz in her ears, she remembered Sherlock's words like a spell.

He likes you.

It made her heart beat faster.

She was in his arms.

Looking at each other, they all saw their own reflections in each other's eyes, as if they were sea monsters seducing sailors.

But no one can say exactly how the latter happened.

Maybe it was because the music was too beautiful, the lighting was ambiguous, his eyes were too alluring, and she also drank some wine.

But it just happened, although no one knew why they started kissing.

When their lips met, his hands cupped her face, dry and warm to the touch like magic.

He put his arms around the back of her head, cut off all her escape routes, and conquered the city from her mouth. She felt his demands, gentle and domineering.

This kiss is different from the one she gave Neil.

Mycroft's kiss made her go limp all over, and all the alcohol in her body rushed to her brain. Francis' brain stopped functioning for the first time since birth.

She felt a little drunk, and Mycroft hugged her soft waist.

However this is just the beginning.

It was a long night.

Her long-suppressed emotion towards McCoff seems to have found an outlet, pouring out like a flood in her brain, intertwined with the pleasure and pleasure of her body, making the dopamine secreted by her brain reach an unprecedented level.

Francis is not good at Sex, she only gives the initiative to Mycroft.

But at least they're having fun with each other.

She couldn't remember how long this affair lasted, because in her next memory, it seemed like a bizarre dream, the song "Sound of Spring" full of spring breath, and a coquettish gasp of sex.

Francis had that dream again, the one that kept sending her down.

She fell from a high altitude to the deep sea, falling continuously.

But different from usual, she felt that the sea water was very warm and no longer as cold as usual. Surrounded by this warmth, she felt a sense of security of returning to her mother's body.

Everything felt warm and soft, making her feel safe and comfortable.

She even felt that the strange fish in the sea were so cute, although she was still falling, as if falling into a bottomless pit.

The deep sea is getting closer and closer to the coast, but there is an area in the sea that is emitting a faint light.

Francis tried his best to widen his eyes to see clearly the topography that could only vaguely see the structure like concentric circles, and the inner circle of the circle looked like the most important temples and reservations.

It looked almost like a shrine for pilgrims.

"Atlantis," Francis murmured.

Her body drifted uncontrollably across this legendary city, falling in a darker direction.

The author has something to say: After the last chapter, you will love me in this chapter. Although it is a piece of meat, I don’t believe that no one can be blown up╯^╰

In fact, there is another version that is more detailed and hazy, but because I have to sign a contract and H texts are not allowed to be written, so I changed it. Sorry, you can only see the car exhaust.

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