Son of the Olden Days

Putting away the laziness and sloppyness in his eyes, Saul looked straight at Irene and laughed.

"You think too much. To be honest, your pure beauty is impressive, and it has far exceeded my expectations. This is enough to prove that everything so far is worthwhile."

"Insincere." The sudden compliment caught Irene by surprise. Although it sounded a little perfunctory, it still made her blush slightly and couldn't help but give him a white look.

Saul didn't think he was lying. In fact, girls at this age are basically beautiful as long as they don't look like a maze with their facial features.

Observing from a close distance, you can see Irene's round face is slightly pointed, chestnut hair that crosses the shoulders, and the tips of her hair are slightly curled. Clear eyes flowed under the slender and beautiful eyebrows, coupled with the small nose and mouth with a few freckles, to create a soft beauty that is rare at this age.

In Sol's silent gaze, the strong calm on her face slowly disintegrated, gradually becoming nervous and cramped.

After some shy dodge, Irene seemed to have finally made up some kind of determination.

She pressed her mouth tightly, closed her eyes, and tremblingly held one of Sol's hand under the blanket, and slowly, she pulled her chest, which was not fully developed yet full.

When the opponent's hand touched her body, her face suddenly burst into a moving blush, and her whole body trembled violently, as if she was suddenly stepped on by a giant dragon.

Saul is a little funny, it seems that this kind of thing is different from what he imagined.

At least for now, he didn't have the urge to peek at the blood when the nuns took a bath.

Those mature and enchanting curves are always easy to ignite the evil in my heart, but the girl in front of me looks like a fragile flower.

Pulling his hand away gently, Thor smoothly pinned a few strands of hair from her forehead behind her ears, unexpectedly this slight movement caused Irene to tremble again.

Saul seems to have discovered a funny thing. From time to time, he pokes Irene's face with his fingertips. Every time he touches it, Irene reacts excessively.

While Saul was enjoying it, he suddenly found that Irene was looking at herself with wide eyes and a grudge.

At this distance, each other can already clearly feel each other's breath.

Irene raised her head slightly and saw the boy in front of her with a short, messy dark brown hair, which is not uncommon in the south.

The uneven cuts on the ends of the hair indicate that he has used a dagger before, but the craftsmanship is not very good, and coupled with the stiff hair quality, the short hair that should flow smoothly looks like a hair at the moment. A messy spike.

He had a sharp, sharp face, whether it was because of hunger, or his original sharp look.

What caught people's attention was his eyes. The gray pupils were covered with a faint light blue. Their eyes were clear and far-reaching, but they showed indifference over this age.

Irene was a little shy involuntarily, in fact she had never stared at any opposite **** so carefully at such a close distance.

If you meet at another time, another occasion, maybe...

Maybe it's useless.

In her previous impressions, the orphans in the monastery and the children in the town had never played together.

Their hearts always seem to be full of ice, inaccessible, or like a grumpy hedgehog, full of hostility towards everything around them.

Staring at this strong and handsome face in front of her, Irene felt that she hated him, although this hatred was somewhat unfounded. After all, it was only the first time to meet each other, and the proposal to exchange food was also made by the sisters.

But the thought of giving away the most important things in her life in exchange for a little bit of poor food made her heart tremble.

Maybe she hated this **** world, but the reality is powerless, so she can only hate the stranger in front of her.

While staring at each other quietly, Saul watched Irene's delicate expression slowly becoming indifferent and estranged, making people suddenly think of the glacial water of winter. Obviously this is the girl's true mood tonight.

"One thing I want you to understand is that after tonight, you and I are still strangers and no longer have any relationship. Please forget everything that happened tonight, and don't mention it to anyone, lest you get yourself into some trouble. "

In the darkness, Irene stared solemnly at Saul, her voice a little hoarse, like the fall of bleakness.

Listening to the threat of no deterrence, Saul asked with a smile.

"What kind of trouble?"

Irene wrinkled her little nose and tried to put on a vicious expression, unskillfully accentuating her tone, as if she wanted to use this to emphasize her determination.

"If you dare to mention a few words to others, I swear to kill you. Believe me, even if I can't kill you, I will... I will hire mercenaries who specialize in this kind of dirty work to entertain you, you'd better... …Well!"

Before the threat was finished, Thor suddenly stretched out his hand to clasp her waist and slammed her. The brutal force made her feel like a wild grass being dragged by the wind, and instantly met Saul's bowed head.

When she was close, Irene saw the wild and dangerous light burning in his eyes in a daze, which made her instinctively want to stay away from the opponent, but she was bound by the opponent's strong strength and couldn't avoid it.

Although Irene took a bite in a hurry, Saul did not stop his aggression, until after arbitrarily prying away the other's teeth and catching another small tongue, he tasted a sweet and smooth taste.

It is unclear whether Irene's gradual giving up of the thumping and struggling is due to resistance or a collateral reaction caused by tension, but Thor can roughly feel that her whole person has been tightened to the extreme from the strength of Irene's grip on her arm.

Unexpectedly, such a slender body can stretch such a thrilling and beautiful arc.

It's barely a long kiss.

After a while, the two heads separated, their breathing was a little up and down, and they were quiet in each other's sight.

Irene, who was weak and gasped, was struggling to breathe, and Saul himself was not much better. He also had no experience with this. The strange feeling gradually faded, and a slight dizziness after suffocation remained in his consciousness.

"This is a response to your threat. Say one more word and I will tear off your clothes."

Thor's voice was calm again, like a frozen lake, but Irene always felt that there seemed to be some monster hiding under the lake, ready to break out of the ice.

She wriggled her mouth unwillingly as if she wanted to find some words to fight back, but she didn't dare to utter half a syllable until she blushed. Obviously, Thor's threat was more practical.

Seeing Irene's frowning and sullen cute look, Saul slowly raised his hand.

finally coming?

Seeing that the hand that was constantly approaching him seemed to be a growing shadow that seemed to cover the entire world, Irene was so frightened that he closed her eyes.

After a while, Irene felt the temperature of his palm, sometimes on the back of his hand, sometimes on the slightly rough palm.

The strange thing is that that hand didn't slide down to his neck, nor did he take the opportunity to get into the piping neckline of his long skirt, but just gently stroked his face back and forth, making her a little itchy.

Biting her lips, her eyelashes quivered, Irene, who was shrinking her neck slightly, looked like a worried cat being soothed. She seemed to realize that she would be in danger of losing her mind if this went on, she hurriedly opened her eyes vigilantly, and then a little surprised.

Irene noticed that the hard lines on Sol's sharp face had become soft for some time.

Although he was looking at himself at this moment, the eyes that looked straight ahead looked loose and hollow, but so nostalgic and sad, as if he had traveled through time and space, facing someone who made him miss him.

Irene instantly realized that this gentleness had nothing to do with her, because she didn't see her shadow in Sol's eyes. He seemed to treat me as another person, Irene thought inexplicably frustrated.

Maybe he lost some important person in this disaster, but isn't he an orphan? Maybe it was some girl he liked in the monastery, it must be so, Irene secretly speculated in her heart.

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