Flowers, Swords and France

When Charles woke up from his coma, it was already bright. The sun shone through the window and evenly spread on the battlefield last night.

After opening his eyes, it took Charles a moment to regain full consciousness. Although his head still hurt a little because of the madness last night, he still recalled everything that happened last night.

At the same time, he also found the girl still lying in his arms.

She was curled up slightly, holding Charles' waist with both hands. Her hair was messy, her face still had traces of a night of madness, and her chest was slightly up and down. It was obvious that she was still sleeping very sweetly. Only a shocking pool of blood on the white sheets could tell the world what kind of experience this girl had last night.

Charles stared at the beautiful girl, but suddenly a ridiculous sense of unreality rose in his heart.

Did I really get excited last night and drag her to the bed to spend the night? And it was her home?

It seems to be certain.

While being surprised by his impulsive behavior last night, Charles couldn't help but secretly admire his courage.

Although it was common for nobles to seek pleasure in this era, it was rare news for them to go to someone's house and sleep with their daughter openly.

Or, scandal - if the matter spread, Charles and Matilda's reputation would be affected. Of course, because she was a woman, Matilda would be affected even more.

She must have thought about this issue before, but even so. She still did it. What a courage.

Thinking of this, Charles couldn't help but admire Matilda even more.

The sleeping posture of the girl in front of him was so beautiful that he couldn't help but reach out his hand for a moment. He gently stroked her white and smooth forehead.

However, although he had deliberately lightened his strength, Matilda still slowly opened her eyes. The long eyelashes slowly swept upwards, and the brown pupils that seemed to be able to see through everything in the world gradually gathered focus and then fixed on him.

The two of them stared at each other in the morning sun.

What should I say?

"Good morning..." After thinking for a moment, Charles could only say hello like this.

"Good morning." Matilda's tone was very calm.

"Last night... I had a very pleasant night last night. Well, very pleasant..." Charles was unusually nervous, "Well... I mean... I hope you can also... also be very pleasant last night."

As if she remembered something. Matilda turned her eyes away, as if she was a little at a loss.

"Well... it was quite pleasant, Mr. Treville."

What do you mean by 'quite'? Is this doubting my physical fitness and skills? !

Charles suddenly felt a sense of humiliation in his heart - although he knew that Matilda only said this out of shyness. Like a teenager. At this moment, he suddenly couldn't help wanting to play a prank. Play a prank on the girl in his arms.

"You still won't call me Charles?" Charles deliberately showed a malicious smile, "I kept calling you that last night..."

As if at the speed of light, Matilda's face quickly turned red, and she turned her face away even more, almost making Charles worry that she would twist her neck. "You...you are really too much!"

After a while, her breathing became smooth again, and then she turned back to look at Charles again. "You are still joking at this time? Don't you know? You have wasted a few precious minutes of escape time."

"Huh?"

"My father will probably be back in the morning." Matilda said slowly.

"Ah?!" The smile on Charles' face disappeared instantly.

"My father doesn't know about our relationship. He just thought that I called you here to propose a deal in person. He didn't expect that I would act on my own..." Matilda's tone was very calm. "So, when he comes back and sees you, and then knows that you stayed in my house and my room all night, what do you think he will think?"

Charles was already frozen.

"Then what should I do?" He looked at Matilda anxiously, "Matilda, you must have a way, right?"

At this moment, he, like all young people who secretly dated other people's daughters, was full of panic and anxiety, so much so that he lost his composure.

"Are you scared again now? Weren't you very brave last night? I thought you had prepared some back-up plan." Matilda frowned slightly as if blaming. "But fortunately, I did think about this problem before... Sir, please go down quickly, my maid will take you out from the back of the garden, don't you remember? It's the place where my sister ran away from home before..."

"Okay, I'll go down now." Charles was overjoyed and prepared to get up.

"I don't mean to go out from my room. If so, how many people will you meet along the way? What's the point even if you avoid my father?" Matilda looked at Charles calmly, then slightly moved her eyes away, "I mean, you have to go down from here..."

Her eyes seemed to be facing the window

That is to say...

"You want me to jump out of the window? This is the second floor!" Charles asked in surprise.

"Is there anything wrong?" Matilda asked back.

Then, the corners of her mouth moved slightly, revealing a tiny smile. "Only in this way can you not run into anyone along the way, right? Of course, you can also go out directly. Maybe you are just too lucky and don't run into anyone at all."

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Ciel said nothing.

This was intentional. She must have thought about it beforehand. As long as I really took the bait, she would use this method to retaliate.

However, now even if he knows that this is Matilda's revenge, he has no other choice but to follow the other party's suggestion.

However, at this time, his attention was focused on Matilda's face.

He looked at the girl's smile. This mischievous sneer made Charles suddenly feel sweet.

Because she has never behaved like this to anyone else before...

Inexplicable relief and joy gathered in my heart, and finally turned into an indescribable sense of comfort - at this time, men are most likely to do stupid things.

Just jump! What are you afraid of! A surge of pride suddenly rose in his heart.

Charles reluctantly left Matilda's body, then found his scattered clothes beside the bed, and put them on again one by one.

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Then he walked to the window and estimated the distance from here to the ground.

Huh, it's only five or six meters tall, not worth mentioning - how can a man say no at this time?

Then, he turned his head to look at Matilda again, walked back step by step, and walked in front of her.

"Matilda, can I use the sheets?"

"Okay." Matilda nodded, and then moved her body gently.

"Well..." After moving for a moment, she suddenly frowned tightly and then groaned.

Although he deliberately suppressed his voice, the pain in it could not be hidden from anyone.

Ciel's heart suddenly tightened.

He bowed down and stared at Matilda, who was still naked. His heart was suddenly filled with love and affection that had nothing to do with lust, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch her shoulders.

"I've said it before... don't say sorry. You don't owe me anything. This is my own choice." As if feeling Charles's mood, Matilda suddenly spoke to stop Charles. .

Then, she suddenly closed her eyes and lowered her voice, "Also... Thank you, it was indeed a pretty good night, better than I expected... Thank you, at least I didn't regret my previous choice. …”

Ciel's eyes also closed.

This girl is different from everyone else - yet we understand each other.

As a traveler who has traveled through a century, is there anything more gratifying than finding people who can understand each other? At least the moment Charles was 'coerced' by Matilda and admitted that the other party understood him, he felt a sense of pleasure that he had never encountered before.

So, at least now, I'm not alone.

"I said, I won't make you regret it."

After saying this with a serious expression, he slowly lowered his head and kissed Matilda heavily again.

This time Matilda did not bear it passively, and her tongue moved slightly. Although it was still very raw, it had brought enough pleasure to Charles.

It wasn't until a long time later that the two separated their lips.

"You've wasted another precious few minutes," Matilda said seemingly dissatisfied.

"It's not wasted. These few minutes are worth remembering for a lifetime." Charles replied with a smile.

Then, he picked up the blood-stained sheet, walked to the window, and carefully crumpled the sheet into a thick rope, and then tied one end of it to the window lattice.

Then, he sat astride the window, and then looked back at the girl on the bed again, as if he wanted to engrav this scene in his mind forever.

"Goodbye, Matilda."

"Goodbye." Matilda managed a gentle wave. "...Ciel."

Then, Ciel used the bed sheets to hang himself down, and then jumped out of the air. Fortunately, the place where he landed was the soft soil of the garden, so although his feet were soft, he was not injured.

Then, Matilda's anxious-looking maid came up to him, winking at him constantly, urging him to leave with her quickly.

Ciel, on the other hand, calmly patted the dirt on his body.

"Let's go." After sweeping away the mud and dust on his body, he smiled energetically at the maid. (To be continued...)