Flowers, Swords and France

After hearing Matilda's proposal, Charles laughed uncontrollably, because this proposal was indeed too unrealistic - why should he do this for that person?

So, he refused directly. \u0026乐\u0026Read\u0026Novel {}.{乐Read}{x}.{}

When he laughed, Matilda didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly,

She waited until he stopped laughing before she spoke again.

"It seems you are unwilling to do this?"

"Yes, I don't want to do that." Charles admitted, then looked at Matilda with a smile, "Ms. de Dillion, it was a very pleasant evening, but I think I should go home. "Yes, do you have anything else?"

Matilda still looked at Charles quietly without speaking.

"Okay, then I'll take my leave now. Goodbye." Charles said goodbye, and then added another sentence on the spur of the moment, as if he remembered something again.

"Of course, please believe that even in the face of these regrettable things, I still have full respect for your father and your family. I personally hope to continue to be a good friend of your family. I hope , Even after these storms, our friendship can always be maintained... Of course, if you don’t want to maintain this friendship, that’s okay, that’s it for tonight, shall we see you later?”

Then, without waiting for the other party to speak again, he strode out.

Matilda watched Charles's leaving back quietly. Under the moonlight, his thick black coat seemed to blend into the entire night sky, and his short golden hair shone like velvet.

"Mr. Treville. I really appreciate you." After Charles walked more than ten meters, she said leisurely, "Even if you can't be my husband, I still appreciate you very much."

"Hahahaha, that's my honor!" After hearing the words from behind, Charles laughed again, "Goodbye."

Matilda said nothing again, just stood there, watching him leave in the rippling evening breeze.

After Ciel's figure had completely disappeared, she slowly turned around. Walk towards your home.

Really, I really appreciate it.

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When she got home, Matilda found that her father was still working in the reception room. Sighing and drinking coffee, muttering and cursing under his breath from time to time, he was obviously still in a state of indignation against Louis Bonaparte.

Although it was expected. But she still couldn't help but feel the disappointment of reading. Then she shook her head slightly. Drive away this trace of disappointment.

She did not walk through the door of the reception room, but walked directly through the corridor and headed towards her bedroom.

After returning to the bedroom filled with bookshelves and, in her own words, 'ungirly', Matilda suddenly felt at ease, as if her whole soul had found its home again.

The neatly arranged books gave her a sense of security, and the scent of paper filled her heart, making her forget all her worries.

She wandered in front of each bookshelf, using this method to sink her mind into the calmest state. She at this time. There was neither anxiety nor anger. She wasn't even worried at all, she was just thinking.

There was no doubt that her family was in trouble, but what was there to worry about? Her family had suffered so many dangers and hardships over the decades, but hadn't they survived them one by one and finally achieved everything they have today? Could the current situation be worse than when my grandfather fled from France in panic in 1792? It was such an embarrassment at that time, and my grandfather was able to survive it, so what right do future generations have to blame others?

So, if...if grandpa was still alive, what would he do if faced with the current situation? The girl's entire mind was spent thinking about this issue.

She unconsciously pulled out a document from the most familiar position on the bookshelf. These were the last remnants of her grandfather in this world, and read the words written by her own hand.

While reading, she was thinking about these questions.

There is no doubt that judging from Mr. de Treville's tone, it seems that his father's retirement should be almost a certainty, at least the president has made such a decision.

Judging from the current situation, no one in the political arena can veto Louis Bonaparte's decision unless he changes his mind.

So, how can you make him change his mind?

Matilda frowned slightly, and then carefully thought about who among the people her family was close to, who could persuade the president to change his mind.

After a moment, she shook her head helplessly.

Because he had been hanging out in foreign countries for decades, Louis Bonaparte did not have many interactions with the country. Most of his cronies followed him abroad, and even those who stayed in the country were mostly unknown. In addition, it seemed that Bonaparte had There is no hope for the Ba family to be restored, so grandpa has never established a good relationship with them. After Louis Bonaparte returned to China, although he tried hard to develop in this direction, after all, the time was still short, and a strong enough relationship had not yet been established for anyone to say this regardless of the risk of offending Louis Bonaparte. Good words.

After thinking for a long time, she couldn't come up with any good solution - and time seemed to be running out.

It would be nice if grandpa hadn't passed away yet. This thought flashed through her mind for a moment.

He had obviously talked about his father before, but in the end he was so incompetent? Matilda couldn't help but smile bitterly.

After a while, she came to the conclusion - it seemed that, just like her original idea, there was no other good solution except asking Mr. de Treville to help.

However, he had flatly rejected this proposal just now, not even thinking about it.

This is easy to understand. Who would take the risk of affecting their own future and do something that is detrimental to themselves and others?

No one else knew it, but Matilda knew it. In the world I live in, many people are rushing to do things that benefit themselves at the expense of others, and even things that harm others and benefit themselves are also done with great enthusiasm. Only... no one is ever willing to do things that are harmful to oneself and benefit others.

In other words, only by turning this matter into something that benefits oneself at the expense of others, or at least harms others but benefits oneself, can he possibly get his help.

Well, for him, for such a person. Is there anything else that, in his eyes, can make up for possible losses? In his eyes, there was something else. Can it be compared with the position of Secretary of State? This issue must be clarified.

Only by clarifying such a question can you make an offer for the asking price.

So, after all, what kind of person is he?

It is completely mercenary. Ruthless. Or is there something else?

Matilda fell into deep thought. She carefully recalled the scenes of her interaction with Charles de Treville.

Young and promising.

Needless to say, yes, and he is quite handsome and personable.

Talented.

Everyone can see this, even in places where no one can see it, Matilda can see it - as evidenced by some novels hidden on a bookshelf next to her.

Such a young and talented man dared to take risks one after another, and finally achieved a status that was difficult for others to achieve. What did he think in his heart... For such a young man who has already achieved fame, fortune and status? explain. What could be more attractive to him?

Matilda closed her eyes and fell into deep thought. The image of the young man became increasingly clear. It was as if it was engraved in her mind. In a trance, she seemed to have returned to that day, back to the figure of two people hugging each other and dancing to the accompaniment of the ball.

After a long time, she suddenly had an idea.

Will it be... No, it will definitely be like this, it should be like this, it can only be like this.

She came up with a crazy idea.

Her breathing gradually became heavier, and she suddenly felt a little hot and uneasy in her body.

She pulled her glasses off the bridge of her nose, then reached out and closed the curtains hard.

In an instant, the soft moonlight soaked into the entire room. Matilda looked up at the sky, and her shadow remained alone behind.

That person is actually as lonely as me.

Because she had taken off her glasses, the moon in Matilda's eyes was very blurry, and the moonlight hung down from the sky like strings. She suddenly stretched out her hand and gently leaned forward, as if she wanted to grab one of its silk strings.

Then, of course, she took advantage of it.

After all, it is still a cruel and ruthless world. A wry smile appeared on her lips.

If it were true, that would be great.

If you guess wrong, forget it. Some things cannot be undone by humans, so you can only endure it silently and wait for your fate to come.

She raised her head and looked at the moon again.

"As a girl, I am so lucky and unfortunate!" Facing the bright and indifferent moon, a strange thought arose in her heart, and she sighed in a low voice.

Then, she casually lowered the curtains, hiding herself in the darkness again.

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Two days have passed since I left Count Dilieon's residence.

In the past two days, the minister didn't know what he was busy with, and he never came to the ministry for work. Maybe it was because he knew that the end was coming and he didn't want to let himself be humiliated. That's fine too.

Charles continued to preside over the work of the ministry with an extremely calm attitude, and in the ministry, the rumor that "the minister is about to leave" spread like wildfire. Of course, Charles ignored such rumors.

However, just as he was about to leave the ministry in the afternoon, he received a note.

"Mr. de Treville, you said before that you wanted me to give you my grandfather's previous manuscripts, but due to various trivial matters, I have never sorted them out.

Now, thanks to you, I have it sorted. If it is convenient, you can come to my house to pick it up tomorrow night, waiting for your visit. "

Looking at Juanxiu's handwriting on the paper, Charles frowned slightly.

What on earth was she thinking about? Haven't given up yet?

Haha, what a stubborn girl. Ciel couldn't help but sneer. However, no matter what, he really didn't intend to change his mind.

Um. Just go, it doesn't matter. After thinking for a moment, Ciel shrugged.

At this moment, he was looking forward to what kind of performance Matilda would perform in the future.

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The next day, when Charles finished his work and came to the Count of Dillion's house as agreed. It was already night. To his surprise, Matilda did not come out to receive him. He was received by Matilda's maid.

"Is the Minister at home now?" Along the way, Charles always felt that the Count's house was more lonely than usual today. So he asked.

"The master and the lady have gone out today and have not returned yet." The maid replied respectfully.

"Oh." Charles responded, and then stopped asking and followed the maid all the way.

"Sir. Please wait a moment. The lady will come later." After the maid took Charles to Matilda's bedroom, she turned around and left, leaving Charles alone here.

Although Charles was a little puzzled, he was not panicked in his heart - there was nothing to be afraid of anyway.

Bored, he casually flipped through the things on the bookshelf.

Because there were only a few candles, the room was not bright enough, so Charles felt his eyes a little sore after looking for a while, so he pulled open the curtains.

Moonlight. Slowly penetrated into the room, and its brilliance was selflessly presented to the people inside.

Hmm. It is really a nice place. Charles looked at the night sky, and then looked at the garden outside the window.

Just then, Charles heard the sound of the door opening from behind.

He turned his head quickly, and then he was stunned.

"Matilda?" With inexplicable doubts, he asked in a low voice.

"Good evening, Mr. Treville." The answer dispelled his doubts.

"Oh... good evening." Charles laughed.

No wonder Charles was a little shaken, because Matilda's dress was too surprising to him.

Her brown hair was carefully combed and tied into a bun, with only a few curls hanging from her ears, looking like a fashionable lady from a wealthy family. She was wearing a white silk dress, which was as crystal clear as ice and snow in the moonlight. However, she had a rose-shaped flower decoration on her left chest, which added a touch of charm to the ice and snow.

She didn't wear glasses on her face, and her glasses were looking at him with watery eyes, as if they could drip water.

No, it's not that this dress is not good, in fact, it is indeed very beautiful. The reason why Charles was surprised was that this dress was very different from the usual Matilda, and it was more like a charming lady in the social scene.

What is her intention in dressing like this? After the initial shock disappeared, Charles couldn't help but have some hesitation in his heart.

Could it be that... his heart suddenly turned cold.

"You seem very surprised." Seeing Charles still a little surprised, Matilda suddenly laughed. "Is it not good-looking?"

I don't know if it was Charles's illusion or something, he always felt that Matilda's voice at this time was less serious than usual, but more charming.

"It's not that you don't look good, in fact, you look very good..." Charles answered honestly, "It's just that your image is not very different from usual, so I'm not used to it at first."

"I'm already this age, I should dress up, otherwise how can I socialize?" Matilda still smiled and replied, "Also, thank you for your compliment."

"You're welcome." Charles nodded, "Then, where are those things? Didn't you say you wanted me to come and get them?"

"Those have been sorted out, you can take them away later." Matilda walked over gently, "But you don't have to leave in a hurry, right?"

Looking at Matilda's figure getting closer and closer, looking at her bright smile, Charles felt a strange feeling in his heart. "What's wrong, Matilda?"

Matilda did not answer, but walked in front of Charles and stared at him.

After staring at each other for a while, just when Charles wanted to look away, Matilda suddenly fell forward.

Caught off guard, Charles subconsciously reached out to hold her, and then... Matilda grabbed his hand. The whole person fell into his arms.

Under the moonlight, the figures of the two merged together.

The sudden touch on his chest made Charles stunned. And the orchid-like fragrance rushed straight to his nose, making him a little intoxicated in an instant.

"Miss Dillion?" Charles' voice was already trembling.

Matilda, who was in his arms, raised her head and looked at him, with a flame in her eyes, so that Charles didn't dare to look at her.

"Sir, can you chat with me for a while longer... ? It's okay, no one is here tonight. Only us... Only us..."

The voice was so soft and gentle that Charles could hardly believe that Matilda could say it.

He slowly regained his composure and stared at the girl in his arms.

She was indeed very beautiful. More beautiful than he had imagined.

Unexpectedly, his hands slowly slid and slid onto the girl's shoulders.

Then... he pushed her hard.

The girl left his arms.

Matilda, whose shoulders were still firmly held by Charles, was still looking at Charles. There was a sudden shock in her eyes. And disappointment that was hard to hide.

"Do you want to change my mind in this way?" he asked coldly.

The smile on Matilda's face froze.

"I must admit, I'm very disappointed." Charles' tone contained uncontrollable weariness and loss, "I originally thought you were different, but in the end you could only find this way... Huh, Physically? So what is the difference between you and those ladies in society? I was disappointed... I thought you were different."

Matilda gradually lowered her head.

"This...can't this make you change your mind?"

"Yes, that's impossible. What do you think of me? A fool who becomes confused and completely disoriented when tempted? No, my dear friend. You look down on me as well as yourself."

"As expected...as expected, it still doesn't work?"

"No, I won't change my mind. It's useless even if you throw yourself into my arms." Charles replied coldly, "Besides, it's just a small setback, why do you have to do this? What? The future is still very long, maybe there will be a turn for the better..."

After making the wish irresponsibly, Charlotte suddenly felt less interested.

"Well, it seems that I came here by mistake today. I plan to go back now. If you still plan to give me the things, please send someone to deliver them to my house tomorrow. Matilda, I am very disappointed, I must admit I'm disappointed, I thought you might be different..."

Then he let go of his hand and turned to leave.

"It seems that being coquettish is really not my strong point." A voice suddenly murmured from behind him. "Mr. Treville, would you please listen to me for a few more words?"

Ciel turned around again and looked at the other person suspiciously.

As if feeling some inexplicable frustration, a wry smile suddenly appeared on Matilda's face. The original charm has disappeared, leaving only the usual seriousness.

"I can make you change your mind."

"Um?"

"I will tell you a few spells next, and under the influence of the spell, you may change your mind and listen to my opinion." With a trace of certainty, Matilda looked up at Charles, although she looked very similar She was joking, but there was no sign of joking on her face.

"Huh?" If it weren't for the wrong environment, Ciel would have laughed out loud. "Witchcraft? Just let it go, I'm not afraid."

Ignoring Ciel's ridicule, Matilda slowly closed her eyes.

"My father has resigned from the Prime Minister, and at the same time recommended to the Prime Minister that Mr. Joseph Bonaparte should take over his position. The Prime Minister also agreed and has conveyed it to the President. If nothing else, several This appointment will be implemented in a few days..."

From the first sentence, Ciel was stunned. Matilda spoke very slowly, and every word exploded into his heart like a bomb.

Is she telling the truth? Is this really the case? Joseph Bonaparte? How could it be him? How could it be him?

So many thoughts came to him that he forgot to answer.

Matilda opened her eyes and looked at Charles with a thoughtful look.

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"It seems that these spells of mine are working?"

"You...what did you do?" Ciel had lost his composure and looked at each other sharply.

"Do you need me to repeat it again?" Matilda's face no longer showed any trace of joking.

Ciel frowned.

It seems to be true. Joseph Bonaparte will most likely succeed him as minister.

Whether it was historical reviews or actual contacts, Charles felt that Joseph Bonaparte was an ambitious and profit-seeking man. And he is very powerful. If such a person becomes a minister, he will find a way to gain power no matter what, right?

If he was just a person who wanted to make money, it would be easy to handle, but it happened that he was someone who wanted to take power as much as himself and was ambitious... No matter what, his work in the ministry would definitely be severely affected by that time. Big disruption or even hindrance. However, this person has too much foundation. Is there any way he can do it all at once? It's not good, it will definitely be a big trouble.

Ciel had already thought about who should take over before. But Louis Bonaparte didn't seem to have made up his mind, so he could only speculate, even. Sometimes he thought about the possibility that he would suddenly be lucky enough to become a minister.

But... anyone can do it, no one needs to be afraid, but Joseph Bonaparte is only one of these limited people.

Why him?

"Why do you do this?" Charles reluctantly calmed down and looked at Matilda.

"Why can't we do this?" Matilda asked. "It seems. You dislike him very much?"

Charles stared at Matilda blankly, her fair face gradually cast some shadows because her back was to the moonlight.

"I'm surprised...it turns out you came up with such an idea."

"It's just a gamble. Anyway, even if the bet is wrong, there will be no loss." Matilda smiled bitterly, "If you regard your position as more important than your idea, then you won't care about this threat at all. . And if you react like this, then...that means I did not misunderstand you."

"Understand me?" Charles was a little confused.

"Yes, I carefully thought about all my experiences with you. And all the information I got about you in my daily life... Gradually, I understand... I understand." Matilda suddenly turned around Body, raised his head and looked at the moon in the sky.

"Unlike many of us, perhaps the vast majority of us, under the selfish appearance, you still have an idea and a kind of persistence in your heart. In your eyes, the idea is higher than anything else, Although I don’t know where the confidence comes from, you really want to let yourself create everything, and you are ready to eliminate all possible obstacles, no matter what method you use. From that moment on, I understood. You...and appreciate you more than ever."

Ciel said nothing.

"If you have this idea, then you will definitely not like the kind of person who will interfere with the implementation of your idea, so I thought, if it can make you change your mind, I will simply find you someone who may threaten you. Come on, the ideal person. I thought about it carefully. Is it possible to have such a character and not let you? There were only a few people who had the power to manipulate me, so I asked my father to resign and then recommended Mr. Joseph Bonaparte to take over. The Prime Minister agreed simply. Maybe he also thought that this would please the President. ...So, Mr. Treville, what do you think?"

Such a blatant yet effective threat made Ciel tremble all over.

However, he endured the discomfort.

"But, in this case, it's too late for me to change my mind."

"No, it's not too late. You can still stop this appointment. Just do what I said before, right?" Matilda's voice was very calm. "As long as you stop it, then my father will You can stay on. There are probably two endings for you. One is that you are also retained, which is best, and everything can be treated as if it never happened; the other is that you are dismissed, but your philosophy I will stay there, and I will let my father follow your instructions and continue to implement your plan. So, to your philosophy, there is actually no difference at all, is it? It is just a position, to you? , What is this? These things, ordinary people can only look forward to it, but it is easy for you! You can definitely recover it, I firmly believe that."

"Why should I believe this guarantee?"

"Because I don't want to create a great rival for my family." Matilda's voice suddenly lowered, "...because I respect you. I also appreciate you and identify with you as a person. You are satisfied with this answer. Already?"

"Because you respect me. So you think I have the ability to influence the president's decision?" Charles laughed.

"The president will agree, if you make a petition. Because..." Matilda's tone was very determined, "because the president doesn't like his cousin. Of course, even if he doesn't like it, he won't refute him publicly. , if the Prime Minister intends to appoint him as a minister, the President will not object...but if someone else at the same time. If he raises objections, the situation will be completely different, because he has a step to take and he can make the decision to keep my father. Of course, I am not absolutely sure about this. I just need you to try your best. That’s fine, if fate must abandon our family, I will accept it silently.”

Charles said nothing more. Because...because he has been convinced.

This is indeed possible.

And...he really should do this.

Although he has to take a huge risk, if he succeeds, he will definitely continue to implement his ideas in the Ministry of Railways - whether in office or not.

In other words, I was threatened by the girl in front of me, and under her threat, I was ready to agree to the plan she proposed. Suddenly, a thought flashed through Charles' mind.

We have been together for two lifetimes, and now we have a smooth journey, and today we are the end result. But he was threatened by a girl under twenty years old.

What does this feel like?

This is doubt, this is self-deprecation. It was...exciting.

Yes, excited. Ciel became excited.

He even felt that the blood all over his body was burning.

The reason why the threat is effective is because the threatening party has the weak reading of the other party, and the reason why Matilda's threat is effective is because she truly understands herself, that is to say...

"Under the selfish appearance, there is an idea and a kind of persistence in your heart. In your eyes, the idea is higher than anything. Although you don't know where the confidence comes from, you really want to Allow yourself to create everything, and be prepared to remove all possible obstacles, no matter what method..."

It turns out that I am not alone anymore.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the girl in front of him.

She was still facing away from herself at this moment, looking at the moon outside the window, but her shadow was lengthened by the moonlight and projected onto Ciel's body, as if she was connected to Ciel.

Ciel was so filled with joy that he didn't even notice the tremor in his voice.

"Since you have come up with such an idea to threaten me, then... why did you try to seduce me in that way just now? Is this a joke?"

"Are you kidding? No..." Matilda smiled bitterly, "I'm serious."

"Um?"

"Mr. Treville, you also know the situation faced by people in my position..." Matilda replied in a low voice, "I will eventually marry someone, that is to say, in the future I would definitely marry someone I don't know now, and maybe the person is old, or ugly, or both... so...

Matilda was obviously hesitant, but after a moment she continued in a low voice. "I just thought that at least... at least... for the first time, I could... be with someone I know and admire... Hey, unfortunately, I still overestimated my feminine charm. Sure enough... Sure enough, I didn't It's just a way to show off. But it's okay. If you had come directly, I might still look down on you. It's not bad that I haven't done anything now..."

As if it was an illusion, Ciel felt a sting in his heart.

"Are you going to do this for this family?"

"It's not a sacrifice... This family has raised me and given me a life that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve. Of course I should repay it when it needs it. Isn't this what it should be. Besides... besides, my sister has already escaped. , I can't run away anymore... Otherwise, what will happen to my father and brother? When I helped my sister escape, I had already made this realization. In fact, it's okay. Isn't this how everyone has lived for thousands of years... "Matilda stared at the moonlight and suddenly smiled.

It looks like he dug a hole, but ended up burying himself?

No, that's not right! I dug her in too... we fell in together. Great, great! Ha ha ha ha!

The blood all over his body suddenly started flowing rapidly, and Charles felt that his heart was filled with incomparable passion.

"At least my sister is living a happy life. Isn't that enough? Matilda is really cute. I wish I could have a daughter like this in the future... eh...?"

Her words were suddenly interrupted as she suddenly felt someone hug her shoulders.

Then, pulled by a great force, she slowly turned around.

Then she noticed that the person opposite him had a blood-red face, and he was simply... a little ferocious.

"Mr. Treville?" she asked inquiringly.

"So. What are you waiting for? Let's do it now!" Ciel yelled out almost rudely, and then hugged her into his arms.

"But you just weren't... weren't..." Matilda was a little panicked. She wanted to struggle, but she couldn't break free from the arms.

"I changed my mind." Charles stared into her eyes and said every word.

It turns out that I am not alone.

Then he didn't wait for an answer. Just lower your head. Kissed Matilda's bright red lips.

"Well...well..." Matilda opened her eyes wide and wanted to say something but nothing came out. She seemed to feel that struggling was useless, and she gradually stopped struggling.

Ciel's tongue stirred in her mouth, but she didn't cooperate at all and just stared at Ciel blankly.

It doesn’t matter, even if it’s a bit raw, it’s just what I want!

Charles kissed her heartily before leaving Matilda's lips. Then he looked carefully at Matilda.

Under the moonlight, Matilda's fair face seemed to be exuding seductive fluorescence. The mist in the eyes seems to make anyone lose their way - Charles will never admit that it may be astigmatism caused by myopia.

What a beautiful girl, I have discovered it a long time ago.

"Don't tell me you want to change your mind."

Matilda looked at Charles who was so close. At this moment, in addition to confusion, she also felt a sense of fear. The young man in front of her had a terrifying look in his eyes, as if he was an evil spirit that wanted to devour people. Like a wolf.

He was so handsome just now...men are really scary creatures.

If I said 'I changed my mind' at this time, I would probably be strangled to death here. Such a thought suddenly flashed through her mind, as if giving herself an excuse. Then she slowly closed her eyes.

No answer is the final answer.

The boundless ecstasy was like a downpour, slowly pouring down from his head to his feet. He felt that his blood was even burning at this moment.

What are you waiting for!

Charles picked up Matilda and then walked to her bed and put her on the bed.

Then, his hand slowly reached to Matilda's skirt. Although his hand was shaking, he still accurately placed his hand on the rosette. The touch from his hand made him even more unable to control himself.

He looks thin, but he turns out to be unexpectedly good.

Perhaps because of shyness, Matilda still closed her eyes and said nothing.

But she didn't stop it.

For an untouched girl, what more could you ask for?

Charles gently unbuttoned the flower ornaments, and then... just as he was about to peel off the barrier further, Matilda's hand suddenly grabbed his. Then, Matilda looked at Charles with some panic and hesitation.

"T...Mr. Treville, we...we should...let's forget it...this...I think...I think..."

Her slender hand was forcibly pinched by Ciel.

Hum, it's too late, now I must...must get you.

Perhaps realizing that Charles's will was unshakable, Matilda finally closed her eyes again.

"Okay... okay." She murmured her last breath as if she was finally confirmed.

Ciel pulled hard.

Soon, the entire skirt was peeled off.

The naked girl lay on the white sheets, bathed in the silver light.

Such a beautiful scene made Ciel stunned for a moment.

"What a beautiful person!"

Matilda, whose eyes were still closed, turned even redder. She knew that soon she would celebrate her adulthood. Shy, fearful, expectant, and a little confused and excited... God knows how many thoughts are in a girl's heart at this moment!

However, even so, she did not move. Obviously, she had made up her mind before - what a heroic woman she was. Ciel couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

This sigh aroused even more boundless excitement.

I was recognized, understood, and appreciated by such an outstanding person...

He suddenly felt a swelling pain in his lower abdomen. Driven by this swelling pain, he reached for the buttons of his clothes and began to take off his clothes at a speed he had never seen before.

Matilda's eyes opened just a slit, enough for her to see Charles's movements clearly. She closed her eyes and opened them a little at the same time. How strange was the girl's mind?

"If...if you can, please try to read it as lightly as possible? I heard...I heard...it seems to be very painful the first time...if you can..." Seeing Charles taking off less and less, Mattie Erda asked with a little fear.

Then she stopped because the young man across from her had stripped himself naked.

The body that looked like an ancient sculpture, and the thing that stood proudly... all came into her eyes.

So scary.

A sudden feeling of fear seized Matilda's heart tightly.

Then, the young man leaned down, the originally kind smile on his face now filled with twisted ferocity.

"No, I won't. It will hurt you, and you will always remember this pain... I want... I want you to always remember it!" As if shouting from the heart, he roared low, as if It’s like saying a prophecy, “You will always remember it.”

Then he threw himself on Matilda.

The sudden heavy pressure and the heavy breathing blowing on her face made Matilda feel dizzy for a moment. But the young man in front of her grabbed her hands without any mercy, and the two of them stared at each other.

"I won't regret it." As if to show her arrogance, Matilda looked at Charles stubbornly. "I don't need you to feel sorry for me. Don't say sorry afterward."

Those hateful hands reached her feet and gradually raised her legs.

"I won't make you regret it."

She got such an arrogant reply.

Before Matilda could think any more, a sharp pain came to her brain, as if a spoiler had been penetrated. Matilda couldn't help but groan.

It hurts!

It hurts a lot more than imagined.

But...it's not to the point of being unbearable.

"How is it? Does it hurt? Remember this moment for the rest of your life." Ciel whispered as he stared at the girl below him.

At this moment, his heart was filled with boundless excitement and a uniquely male sense of conquest.

However, despite what he said was so inhumane, his actions were very gentle.

After making sure that Matilda was used to the initial pain, he started to move slowly, but at a slow pace. Matilda's uncontrollable cries of pain kept reaching his ears, like the sound of a marching bugle, and like firewood, causing his passion to burst out like a wave.

Driven by this passion, he began to thrust non-stop, desperately trying to vent his energy on the poor girl.

For the girl at this time, she was also experiencing the most wonderful changes in her life.

As the pain gradually disappeared, Matilda gradually felt that there was a wonderful feeling in her body, comfortable... an indescribable and inescapable sense of joy, gradually taking over her body . As if by mistake, she stretched out her hand and hugged the other person's waist tightly.

Under the moonlight, two young men and women were entangled and rolling, as if they had melted together. Both of them were swallowed up by a torrent of joy, the most primitive joy of mankind, that seemed to never end. (To be continued...)