Flowers, Swords and France

"In that case, how about giving me some too?"

Looking at Laura who was breastfeeding her daughter, Charles, who was in high spirits, blurted out the words under the guidance of a ghost.

Because Laura had been concentrating on caressing her daughter, she didn't understand Charles' words at first. When she understood, she suddenly raised her head and stared at Charles.

Her eyes were very sharp, as if she saw the expression of a madman or a devil, and it seemed to contain unspeakable anger. It almost made people suspect that she was about to swing her hand and slap Charles in the face. "What nonsense are you talking about?!"

Charles smiled awkwardly. He knew it was wrong when he said it just now, and he was regretting it in his heart.

"Okay, okay, I'm just joking... You don't have to take it seriously." He waved his hand gently, indicating that he really didn't mean it. "I mean... I mean, you are really beautiful now, very beautiful..."

"You...you..." Laura was still angry and looked at him fiercely, but she didn't know how to express herself, so the anger accumulated in her heart and became more and more uncomfortable.

"Okay, okay, just don't take my words seriously." Charles hurried to her side, then hugged her waist, and then stroked the child, "Don't disturb Lianna!"

Under Charles's comfort, Laura's anger finally subsided a little. She knew in her heart that this was not the time to quarrel with Charles. "You can still make such a joke at this time, I admire you very much!"

As she said, she gently shook her daughter, and Lianna had already received sufficient food and began to fall into a new sleep, and white juice overflowed from her mouth, slid from the corner of her mouth to Laura's hand, and then dripped on the ground, leaving white stains.

This scene touched Charles' heart. But now he no longer had lustful thoughts, but purely looked at her daughter who was nurturing two people with admiration.

"Don't look at me like that!" Lola was embarrassed by this kind of sight, her cheeks were slightly hot, and she finally steadied her hands, carefully put her daughter in the swaddle on the table, and then hurriedly lifted her collar again, hiding her white and tender breasts under the silk pajamas.

However, with the help of her daughter, she now felt a lot more relaxed, and her chest was no longer swollen and painful.

Lola, who grew up in a pampered environment, was actually ignorant of how to bring up a child, but relying on some of her mother's natural instincts and a little love for her daughter, she was able to coax her daughter roughly, and often got some ways to kill time through these opportunities.

It was not until this time that she had the leisure to deal with Charles again.

"I didn't expect that as a minister, you would say such a disgraceful thing!" She glared at Charles with anger.

"I just felt it. After all, it's really beautiful, and I can't help but want to share the love between you." Charles smiled bitterly. "Of course, you can think of this as a joke..."

"Haven't you gotten enough from your mother?" Lola asked back.

"There is no mother in my life." Charles shook his head, and then added, "Of course, you can't say that... She died when I was very young, and I don't have much impression of her."

Although he has lived two lives, he has indeed lacked the key role of his parents in his decades of life, and has never experienced this kind of family happiness - he was an orphan in that life and didn't know who his parents were. This life is not much better. His father disappeared early, and his mother also passed away early. When they were there, they often quarreled about some things. His young mother was tortured by his father's absurd behavior and was almost neurasthenic. How could she care about giving him any caress?

So, in essence, he has almost never been able to feel the love from his parents. Isn't this strange experience one of the main reasons for his lonely and indifferent mentality?

After being said by Charles. Laura's anger was not easy to vent. She was also stunned and lowered her eyes, as if she recalled something.

"Then I am luckier than you. My mother died ten years ago. She loved me very much and left me with a lot of memories." Laura bit her lips lightly, and then said in a hoarse voice, "If she hadn't passed away so early, maybe the situation would not have become like this..."

Memories came one after another, making her thoughts complicated and exciting.

She looked around in confusion and looked at this shabby room.

In ten years, everything has changed completely. The family that was originally considered happy has completely disintegrated. Her brother has been killed by her own hands, and she has been furious by her father, so that she can only be imprisoned.

Mom, if you can see all this, you will be so sad.

When she thought about this, her eyes were sore and she almost shed tears.

At this moment, she felt someone put his hand on her shoulder and then was forcibly pulled into the other person's arms.

"Isn't it too late to think about this now?" Charles whispered in her ear, "It's not like you to be sad about what has happened."

Laura was stunned.

"Yes, since I have played the villain, I should play it to the end regardless of everything. It would be too embarrassing to say soft words to myself in the middle!" Then, she suddenly laughed, and her face looked as arrogant as usual, "Even if my mother was here, I would still do this! No one can stop me! Hahaha!"

Charles just smiled and stroked her cheek without saying a word.

It would be great if he was really her husband, even such a picky mother would feel relieved. Looking at the handsome young man opposite, Laura smiled and thought.

It's a pity that he is not, because of the destined coincidence, now one of them is a married man and the other is a married woman, everything is simply a mess...

But even if it's a mess, what does it matter?

No one can get everything they want cleanly.

Then let's mess it up completely.

"I understand. How about letting you, a poor man, taste the taste of a mother?" Her face became extremely evil, and then she unbuttoned one side of her collar inadvertently, "It's just to thank you for saving my life."

"Hmm?" Charles was shocked when he saw Laura suddenly smiling evilly.

"Why, you were so bold just now, but now you are timid? This is not like you, our dear minister?" Laura's smile became more and more intense, "It's rare that I want to satisfy your wish, but you are going to back down at the last minute?"

"You..." Now it was Charles who was a little embarrassed.

Laura looked at him with a smile on her face, and her slightly red buds swayed slightly in front of him, combined with the dazzling white skin and translucent silk clothes, everything was so touching.

His eyes were already hooked.

Since others have agreed, what reason is there not to do it?

Unconsciously, he gently leaned down and held that little bud in his mouth.

With a low murmur and a slight movement of his throat, the sacred juice of a mother feeding her child came into his mouth and then flowed into his stomach.

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His initial curiosity almost made his sense of taste disappear, but he soon returned to normal and began to taste it carefully.

However, apart from a little sweetness, it seemed strangely bland and had no taste at all.

Is it this bland thing that has allowed humans to survive for tens of thousands of generations? A sense of absurdity suddenly rose in Charles' mind.

It is not easy for humans to evolve to this point.

Such a seemingly irrelevant idea popped up in his mind.

However, at this time, he suddenly felt something sweeping over his head. He looked up and found that it was Laura who was stroking his hair, just like a mother feeding her child, and even her eyes were filled with some loving light - of course, this might be his illusion.

Is this the feeling of a mother?

Charles, who had never experienced this feeling, was confused for a moment, and even the juice in his mouth seemed to become sweeter.

This sweet spring flowed into his stomach, as if it was cleansing his soul.

His nose was sour for a moment, and he almost cried.

Mom, where are you?

But he quickly regained consciousness.

No, I am the head of the de Treville family, I am the minister of the empire, and I must not show any weakness.

Relying on his extremely tenacious willpower, he opened his mouth, then straightened his waist and looked up at Laura.

"Thank you, thank you so much..."

"This is just my return gift, after all, you saved my Ming" Laura still had a stern face, but there was something inexplicable in her tone.

At this time, the atmosphere was a little weird, and neither of them knew what to say.

"Hasn't your wife satisfied your curiosity?" After a long time, Laura, who had reorganized her clothes, finally found a random question to ask.

"Charlotte?" Charles opened his eyes slightly, then immediately shook his head, "No, how could I say such a thing to her?"

This is the truth. If it was in front of Charlotte, he would never dare to say such a thing, and he would not even dare to have such an idea.

Never again.

Charlotte didn't want to say such "disgraceful" words to Charlotte at all, he knew it would only bring his wife's wrath.

What Charlotte wanted was a perfect self - and a perfect self in her worldview. When she couldn't see it, she would be extremely disappointed until she was furious, so he absolutely couldn't touch such a brow.

So, Charlotte could only be kept by her side. Charles knew this very well.

"I always feel that you underestimated me..." Laura frowned. "You dare to say it to me when you don't dare to say it to your wife? What do you think of me?"

"I think of you as my lover." Charles held her hand tightly, "As long as I am still here, as long as you still need my help, I will never abandon you." (~^~)