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"When did you start preparing for this?"
Vicia didn't answer directly, but asked Wen Lin with a smile, "Do you like it?"
A long and deep fold was drawn from the bottom of her heart by Vichy's light smile, which could never be smoothed out. With tears in her eyes, Wen Lin moved her gaze to the desk, where a cluster of dried up leaves was quietly placed on the table. like maple leaves.
This was taken by Wen Lin for Vicia one night before.
She walked to the desk and carefully looked at everything on the table, which was gradually overlapping with the appearance in her memory.
Vicia walked behind Wen Lin, followed Wen Lin's gaze, landed on a corner of the desk, and explained, "Some books were taken to Rima's village, and they will be sorted out as before tomorrow. "
Raising her eyes to meet Vicia's, Wen Lin couldn't help but hug Vicia in her arms, "Thank you."
This thank you was very light, but it carried Wen Lin's indescribable affection.
In the middle of the night, they were no longer tossing and turning like the night before, but felt extra peace of mind. Their bodies were pressed together, and in the warm temperature, they gradually fell asleep.
The days that followed were peaceful and warm. At first, Latimer would come to ask Wen Lin some questions from time to time. After staying there for about a week, Vicia resolutely drove him back to the royal court.
All winter, Vicia and Wen Lin stayed at Sutherland Castle. They faced each other every day, but they didn't get bored. Instead, they couldn't see each other more and more.
The servants in the castle were all brought from the royal court. No matter how shocking the scene was, they had long since seen it, and they disappeared when it was time to disappear.
When the snow melted and the spring arrived, Wen Lin stood in front of the sporadic green garden, dazed.
With the letter from Brenzi in her hand, Vicia quietly approached Wen Lin, "What are you thinking?"
Turning her head off guard, her soft lips pressed against Vichy's cheek, Wen Lin's eyes trembled, and she coughed with a pretense of calm, "I didn't think of anything."
How could Vicia believe Wen Lin's words? During this time, Wen Lin always had a thoughtful look on her face. Vicia looked at her and didn't ask any more questions, thinking that she would take the initiative to say it.
It's just that nearly a month has passed, and Wen Lin still doesn't plan to say it, which makes Vicia a little annoyed.
During this period of time, Wen Lin's body has almost recovered, and her chin is not as sharp and thin as it was at the beginning. Vichy's gaze went down Wen Lin's white neck and did not enter the neckline.
Worrying about Wen Lin's body, Vicia always suppressed it and never let it go.
It seems to be alright now, Vicia's eyes suddenly darkened, she evoked a meaningful smile, and suddenly pressed Wen Lin's lips.
It's not like the shallow taste like in the past, but more and more in-depth, very skillful and patient. Make fun of Wen Lin.
Wen Lin was startled and closed her eyes subconsciously.
Vicia's lips were soft and slightly cool, and Wen Lin couldn't hold back her murmur.
Tracing, exploring, intertwining, trembling, each other's body temperature gradually rises in the back and forth kissing, and the hot breath gradually becomes compatible.
Vicia's dexterous fingers rubbed up from Wen Lin's waist, stroked the back of her neck, and then penetrated deeply into Wen Lin's hair, and the kiss gradually became more and more arrogant, even a little thick. Violent until both of them were completely dumped in trembling senses.
There was no one around, and the servants had long since retired.
It took a long time for Vicia to let go of Wen Lin's lips, which was obviously swollen by the kiss, smeared with water, indescribably charming and seductive.
Gently flicking away the hair that was covering the ends of Wen Lin's eyes, Vichy's eyes were filled with blurred water, and she asked in a hoarse voice, "Let's go back to the bedroom."
Vicia's intention to go back to the bedroom at this time is self-evident. Wen Lin gave her an angry look, but she still did not refuse.
The sky suddenly floated dark clouds, the rain was dripping,
The undercurrents accumulated in the dangerous valleys are rushing in the snow-white wasteland,
poured out where the river and the sea meet,
Currents, waves, rocks,
blood, heart, soul,
The soft sea collided with the sky,
The white bird kissed,
The sound of the waves suddenly turned into a hazy mist,
The rain was heavy and small, and it stopped completely at night.
Wen Lin opened her eyes slightly, she was unspeakably tired, and her fair and smooth shoulders and neck were vaguely visible. Vicia was sticking to Wen Lin's back, her hand was on Wen Lin's warm shoulder, and her fingertips were twirling.
The closed eyes opened again, Wen Lin stretched out her hand and pinched it on the back of Vichy's hand, her voice hoarse, "No more."
The author has something to say:
It is estimated that the text still has about 30,000 words to finish~
Then the side story will write about their voyages to Daming and modern sweet daily life, as well as the matter of vice cp, it should not exceed five chapters at most~
Chapter 115
On the neck, chest, waist and abdomen, and even the inner thighs are messy and beautiful hickeys.
Wen Lin glanced at random, preparing to put on her clothes and go to the bath.
Turning her head, she saw Vicia staring at the hickey on the side of her neck and smirking, her face suddenly hot again, Wen Lin glared at Vicia and hurried out of the bedroom.
Vicia didn't dodge, she looked back at Wen Lin with a smile, her eyes were filled with inescapable joy and contentment.
Wen Lin's shyness, babble, and even every trembling arc made Vicia's heart uncontrollably hot.
After Wen Lin left, Vicia looked at her fingers with deep eyes, her fingernails were round, and when she fiddled with the gurgling water, they were surprisingly bright.
When Wen Lin came back from the bath, she saw Vicia still sitting on the big messy bed with a smirk on her face.
Her face was suddenly dry, and Wen Lin ignored her, walked to the desk, took the letter from Wang Ting, and took a closer look.
It emphasized the opening of new trade routes, and at the end there were still some words urging them to return to the royal court.