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Like waiting for someone to kiss.
Vicia hid the deep meaning in her eyes, lowered her eyes to sort out the stack of deeds in front of her, and said calmly,
"Look, these are the deeds of all the Diocese of Sol that Lucches gave me, including the brewery, granary, farmland, serfs belonging to the church... and many shops facing the street,"
It was a very thick stack. Even though she knew how rich the church was, Wen Lin consciously underestimated them.
After moving a distance in Vicia's direction, Wen Lin reached out to pick up the bundle of contracts, and accidentally touched Vicia's fingers.
Just when Wen Lin was about to withdraw her hand, Vicia suddenly grabbed Wen Lin's wrist and pulled it hard.
Unprepared, Wen Lin fell on Vicia's waist. She struggled to sit up, but Vicia held her back.
The force that landed on the back of the neck was not strong, but the cool touch made Wen Lin instantly shudder, and bursts of itchiness spread out.
This feels very strange. Thinking of what Vicia did in the bedroom last time, Wen Lin's ears turned red and she felt uncomfortable.
With her hands on both sides of Vicia's body, Wen Lin let out a long sigh of relief and tried her best to calmly call Vicia, "Your Majesty,"
Wen Lin's head was drooping all the time, Vicia couldn't see her expression, but unexpectedly found her red ears, and laughed secretly in her heart.
There was no response, Wen Lin wanted to back away cautiously, but in the next instant, Vicia pinched her hot earlobe.
With a soft whistle, Wen Lin's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, her fingers clenched the sheet under her body into deep folds, and she looked up at Vicia.
The blue pupil under the candlelight was filled with water, which faded away the majestic edge, but set off a bit of charm and gentleness.
Wen Lin hurriedly looked away, closed her eyes, tried her best to hold her breath, and rolled away to one side, pretending not to.
The matter said, "Your Majesty, you shouldn't make fun of me,"
The voice was very soft, fainting a little hoarseness covered by the night.
The two people on the bed, one half sitting and one lying down, their shadows reflected on the glass windows, as if they were entangled in an ambiguous way.
Vicia slowly rubbed the ring on her left hand, and a pleasant chuckle escaped from her throat,
"Your Excellency Wen Lin, you are nervous, what are you afraid of, or what are you expecting?"
Wen Lin's thumb was constantly spinning on the knuckles of the flexed index finger, and whenever he was nervous, he would make this little movement unconsciously.
The surroundings were very quiet, so quiet that Wen Lin could clearly hear the deep meaning of Vicia's words and her suppressed breathing.
Vicia's voice was like a cluster of flames that ignited withered grass, causing Wen Lin to feel hot. The fingers on one side of her dangling fingers were digging into the palm of her hand, her nails digging into the flesh, and several blood lines oozing out.
She turned her head to the other side and denied awkwardly and bluntly, "No, nothing,"
Not surprised by Wen Lin's answer, Vicia smiled in a loss, "Since there is none, why are you hiding?"
Her brows were furrowed, and the restlessness in her heart could not be vented. After a brief silence, Wen Lin suddenly turned over and sat up, looking at the deed of Sol Diocese, but her mind was not on the deed at all.
Vicia didn't want to force her, so she leaned against the pillow quietly, her slightly closed eyes properly covering the loneliness that wasn't obvious at all.
The thoughts in his mind gradually became clear, and the ambiguous atmosphere between the two began to fade.
Wen Lin settled down and suddenly asked, "Your Majesty, do you know what happened twenty years ago?"
Twenty years ago, Visiah was only five years old, a child who lost her mother and was imprisoned in Ampton Palace.
As soon as she asked the exit, Wen Lin felt a little regretful, what could the five-year-old Vicia know.
Lifting the goose down quilt on her side, Vicia patted the position on her side and said in a calm tone, "You go into the quilt first,"
She was still a little uncomfortable, but Wen Lin was able to restrain herself, maintaining a calm face, and slipped into the quilt neatly.
Golan, who has entered the winter, is getting colder every day. In just a short while, the heat from Wen Lin's body has all dissipated.
As soon as she got into the quilt, Vicia felt the coldness coming from her side.
Wen Lin also realized that, she quietly moved to the side, and tightly tucked the quilt between the two.
Vicia, who took Wen Lin's little movements into her eyes, raised her lips without any trace, and looked sideways at the dark night outside the window.
The window is facing the towering St. Margaret's Cathedral. The spire that has been chopped off has been repaired, and the faint golden light on the spire can be seen from a distance.
Letting herself fall into memory, Vicia began to slowly tell the story of the past,
"I have heard my mother say that Mrs. Gunneville is the most knowledgeable and gentle woman she has ever met, and she even praised her for being more tolerant and kind than Bishop Lumi."
"Perhaps it is for this reason that Bishop Lumi did not hesitate to sentence the Holy See after she was persecuted to death by the Holy See,"
"But there are very few traces left by Mrs. Gunneville. As for why she was targeted by the Holy See, it is impossible to find out. Perhaps only Bishop Lumi and Lucches know the answer."
"And they had already escaped from the royal court. The Duke of Sutherland was once the best warrior in Golan. Two years after escaping from the capital, he became the well-deserved pirate king in the waters of Dover. With the power of pirates, They began to fight back against the pursuit of the Holy See,"
"But because of my mother..."
Having said that, Vicia stopped suddenly, she turned her head to look at Wen Lin, her elegant and delicate profile outlined a little sadness and guilt.
She lay down, turned her body sideways, and met Wen Lin's eyes.
"However, in order to save my mother, the Duke of Suthers and Lady Gunneville fell into the trap designed by the Holy See and Henry VIII. sunk into the deep sea, and the Holy See tried to go into the water to find their bones, but found nothing,"
Wen Lin listened quietly, Vicia's voice was as soft as a swirling night wind, but something seemed to be quietly becoming heavy between the two.