Roses for Rosalind

According to legend, Italian men's strike-up skills are the highest in Europe.

If the American way of greeting is to wave at you vigorously and shout: "what'sup!", the British say "how'day?" politely, and the Germans say "? (how are you recently)" , then, Italian men must first use their eyes to discharge electricity, and after fascinating you, they will say something affectionately: "ciao, belle (good day, dear beauty)"

In Italy, as long as a 60-year-old uncle or a boy as young as twelve or thirteen years old, as long as they are not dumb, even if they do not understand the language, they can strike up a conversation without any obstacles.They are so good at it and enjoy it that flirting has become a part of their lives.In Italy, there is even such a famous saying: "If an Italian man sees a beautiful woman and does not go to strike up a conversation, then he has not fulfilled his social obligations."

The most indispensable thing in the foreign language college is foreign exchange students.Having been approached so many times, Rosie has already successfully upgraded from blushing at the beginning to being able to calmly counter-accused and molested back.But after so many years, she really didn't react to this sudden encounter.

Damn, I was actually molested by a kid! ! ! !

Aunt A Luoxi, whose mental age was over 30 years old, was biting her handkerchief with a distorted complexion, and behind her was a figurative, turbulent, tumbling black air.

"...Sissy, Sissy?" Juliet, who was about to ask her something, was startled by her ghostly expression, and took a step back while clutching her chest: "You, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing!" Rosie said through gritted teeth, "I'm just hungry."

"..." You have been hungry for a few days to look so ugly. "There is a snack in the kitchen that I just made today, do you want to ask the nanny to get some for you?"

"No need!" Rosie, who didn't hear what she was saying, vehemently vetoed: "I want to eat meat!"

"..." Juliet, who was used to her sister having convulsions from time to time, calmly ignored her.

There are several large boxes piled up in the room, and there are various fabrics in them; the lambskin dancing shoes with exquisite embroidery are lined up on the ground, and next to them are rolls of complicated and beautiful lace; Samples of clothes hang on hangers in two rows in the room.Juliet picked out a dress from the hanger, compared it to herself, and asked Rosie, "What do you think of this one?"

"Huh? Ah, it looks good."

"Then let's do this." Juliet turned her head and said to the seamstress who was smiling all over her face, "make me a piece of this style. The waist is narrower, the buttons are made of pearls, and the hem of the skirt Sew on lace...just like that."

"Oh, yes, yes, I've written it all down." The chubby tailor wrote a note in the account book with a smile on his face, and complimented flatteringly: "This is the most popular style at the moment, Miss has a good eye—" —Want velvet? I have quite a lot of good stuff here, in the carriage outside."

Juliet pondered for a while: "You show it to me."

The tailor happily ran outside to call for someone.

"Sissy." Juliet called out her name, "You haven't even picked out a dress yet."

When Rosie saw the lace, she got a bad headache: "Uh, I don't need it." She said with a dry smile: "I still have several skirts, all brand new, never worn. Besides, today is You want to make a skirt, I just come to accompany you and give you a reference."

"No." Juliet made a serious face: "Your so-called new skirts are all last year's styles, how can you still wear them?"

"But what you call these new styles this year," Rosie muttered softly, "I don't see any difference from last year's ones either..."

Juliet rolled her eyes looking at the ceiling.After staying with Rosie for a long time, she unconsciously learned a lot of her tricks. "I don't care," she dragged Rosie up forcefully, "Come and pick one too."

"...I don't want...I have no money..." Rosie struggled.

Baron Anderson's family will still be short of money?Will my uncle (Baron Anderson) cry when he hears that?Juliet pouted.But she didn't bother to expose Rosie: "Then I'll see you off." She said decisively: "Quickly pick."

Seeing that she couldn't avoid it, Rosie curled her lips and casually pointed at the hanger: "Let's just do it."

Juliet studied the dress carefully for a while: "No, no." She shook her head: "That dress doesn't suit you at all. Go," she pointed to the round cushion in the center of the room, and directed: "Stand to Go up there, and I'll pick it out for you myself."

Rosie stood up obediently and began to wander the sky.On the other hand, Juliet shuttled back and forth in the room energetically, holding ready-made clothes or fabrics to make gestures on Rosie's body from time to time, applying the knowledge of color matching learned from Mrs. Binns when she was a child to the extreme.When Rosie came back to her senses, she was explaining something to the tailor who came back at some time: "Don't want this kind of lake blue, but that kind of peacock blue...the skirt should be like this... ...well, maybe a little pearl..."

The notebook was full of pages, and the fat tailor secretly counted the money he was about to receive and left contentedly.Rosie floated down from the round stool, and collapsed on the recliner as if she had no bones: "...so tired." She complained pitifully, "You horrible woman!"

"...you shut up!" Juliet said viciously.

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Rosie, who was almost exhausted even though she hadn't done anything, walked out of Capulet's mansion with tired steps.She declined Juliet's suggestion of borrowing a carriage to take her home, and planned to take a shortcut home by the path.

...By the way, you can also go to the square, she urgently needs the comfort of grape juice now qaq

She walked through several alleys and came to a crossing.Rosie is getting ready to move on.What she saw made her stop abruptly.

——A handsome boy with black hair was standing far away at the other end of the alley, chatting with another boy with brown hair.Maybe they mentioned something funny, the two looked at each other and laughed loudly.

wipe! !Romeo? ? ! !

Why is it him again? ? ! !

Did I time travel to which romance novel? I can meet him no matter where I go! Is it such a coincidence! ! (... originally)

Forget it, I can afford to hide if I can't provoke it.Rosie thought angrily, raising her feet to walk obediently back down the avenue home.

Maybe it was because of a sudden telepathy, at the moment when Rosie was about to leave, Romeo suddenly turned his head and looked straight in her direction.Seeing a figure who tried to escape but failed in the end, he raised his eyebrows with interest, whispered something to his companion, patted his shoulder, then turned around and walked towards her without hesitation.

...It's too late to pretend not to see it now.Rosie bit the bullet and stopped where she was, resignedly waiting for him to come.

"Meet you again, my dear beauty." Romeo stopped in front of her and gracefully bowed a knight: "I haven't seen you for a few days, and you are a little more beautiful, like a flame, burning blazingly with my heart."

Taking advantage of Rosie's goose bumps all over her body when she was shocked by his words, he couldn't react, he took a few more steps forward, just like last time, covering her half under his shadow: "I Noticed that you didn't take that damn cup today," he smiled lowly, his chest trembling: "Is it to avoid arousing my jealousy?... I have to praise you, you are really a delicate and beautiful flower. Yuhua, my dear miss."

...What the hell?Are you still here?

My sister was going to show mercy and let you go so as not to cram your tendons and scratch your skin, so you dare to come?

Then come! Who is afraid of who!

Rosie thought so in her heart, she suddenly pushed Romeo hard against the wall.

There was a sudden pain in his back, Romeo frowned slightly, and hadn't realized what happened.A soft and fragrant body has already been attached to it soundlessly.

"Jealousy..." She whispered in his ear: "Such a cold and lifeless thing...is it really worth your jealousy? My knight?"

Her cool fingertips ran along his neck, slid all the way back into the hair behind his neck, rubbing back and forth slowly and ambiguously.The elegant and pleasant fragrance of her body filled the tip of his nose, and the warm breath seemed to spray on his naked skin, itching all the way to his heart.

He looked at her, but she didn't look at him.Her gaze seemed to be out of focus, and she slid vainly down inch by inch along his forehead, stroking eyelashes, bridge of nose, cheek one by one, and finally... staying on his thin lips.

Her hands clasped behind his neck, her sea-blue eyes slowly met his again, and her slender eyelashes trembled slightly.His eyes flickered for a moment, but he didn't look away. "...No one has ever been there," she said in a hoarse voice, as if she was just stating a fact, and seemed to be referring to it: "...has tasted it before."

Romeo's eyes flashed again.

"...Never, no one."

Her words were like the singing of the siren Saiya who could confuse people, and he was a sailor who lost himself because of it. Accompanied by her words, he slowly bent down, lowered his head, and slowly , Slowly, slowly shorten the distance between the two.

Finally, his lips and hers were just a stone's throw away.

Isn't it just teasing?Who wouldn't?

Rosie sneered, and was about to push him away, when a calm but angry voice suddenly sounded behind her.

"...you two, what are you doing?"

She and he turned their heads in surprise at the same time, and called out the same name in unison: "—Carl?"