[Zhongyingmei] Official Mascot

"Do you think they're less closed than we thought? I thought they were like the Amish, you know, so isolated that you don't know who the current president of the United States is or something..."

Tony grumbled.

Banner frowned: "It seems that they have integrated well with modern society, which is not good, maybe there are people from all walks of life, such as rich people and politicians, that would be a bit tricky .”

At this time, a huge white shadow jumped down from upstairs outside the window, accompanied by the screams of the two children sitting on Van Gogh's back, they jumped down from the second floor and fell into the garden outside.

Dolores sat on Van Gogh's neck, clinging to him and hugging his head. Peter embraced her with empty hands, and sat firmly behind her.

Van Gogh's activities started, he was very excited, meowing, shaking his head and tail on the gravel path in the garden, his big tail stood up fluffy behind him, and walked happily.

Seeing everyone in the window, Dolores straightened up and waved at them, her cheeks flushed after playing around, her hair tousled.

Van Gogh briskly ran to the window and pulled the window. Natasha walked over, pushed open the glass window, and rubbed Van Gogh's head: "How are you doing?"

Dolores replied decisively instead of him: "Great! Everywhere is spacious, and the bedroom is also very beautiful!"

Her bright emerald green pupils were shining, and she tilted her head and said to Tony in the room behind Natasha: "I want to find Qin, she said we can meet by the small river by the woods under the hillside, can we go?" ?”

Tony was quite satisfied that she asked himself obediently, and simply agreed: "Go, take Van Gogh around, and remember to come back for dinner."

Dolores patted Van Gogh's head happily, and Peter carefully stabilized the two of them so that they would not be thrown off by the over-excited Van Gogh, and waved to everyone in the room: "We're going."

Van Gogh let out a howl of excitement, spread his legs and ran towards the distant hillside, and the white back quickly faded away.

"They're sure to love it here."

Natasha and the window, still smiling.

"I'm not surprised." Tony winked at her with a hint of smugness.

Dolores sat on Van Gogh's back, bowed slightly and grasped the thick hair on Van Gogh's neck. Her long hair was blown back by the wind and brushed Peter's cheeks, a little itchy, with her own body smell.

"It's so much fun!! It's faster than I used to ride a horse at home!" Dolores yelled happily, feeling the feeling of galloping, she could feel how Van Gogh was striding forward, vigorously How the body is soaring into the air, how the muscles tightened when it landed, and galloping with the wind in this wide wilderness, the unrestrained joy makes people want to scream.

Feeling that Peter put his hands on her waist to help her stabilize, Dolores simply let go of her hands, straightened up, and opened her arms to face the natural wind with the smell of vegetation and mud.

"Wow—be careful!" Peter's hands on her waist suddenly tightened nervously, clinging to the curve of her knitted coat and waist, his heart skipped a beat, he paused, but he still didn't let go. open hands.

At this time, Van Gogh stepped on a pile of rocks on the hillside and jumped forward. Dolores leaned back according to the inertia, and just fit into Peter's embrace that had been secretly prepared.

Van Gogh jumped so high and so far, as if he was going to fly straight into the sky, Peter could clearly hear his heartbeat vibrating in his chest, and passed it to her close to his back.Dolores is in his arms at this moment, he can smell her soft hair brushing his cheeks and neck, carrying her body temperature and breath, her body is real and soft, thousands of times stronger than what he imagined Imagined better.

He silently folded his arms and embraced her completely. This sense of fullness fits better than any two perfect puzzle pieces in the world.The thought pleased Peter so much that he took advantage of the moment's greatest coincidence in the world to hug her openly, and at the same time he felt a stronger desire that was satisfied and insatiable.

He didn't know what was more appropriate to express his mood at the moment, but Peter always felt that when he was hugging her, this strong emotion made his brain go blank and split him like a lightning that would never disappear, It was deeply stationed in his heart, leaving the eternal appearance of Dolores in Nari.

Before he even lived a fifth of his life, he realized with unprecedented clarity that he might never forget this girl for the rest of his life.

When they fell, Peter hugged her even harder, as if he was enduring the violent impact.

Dolores was in his arms, she was not afraid at all, and she didn't even notice that Peter hugged her so hard. After Van Gogh landed, they bumped violently on his back, and she subconsciously grabbed her. He grabbed Peter's hand on his waist, and was tightly held by his fingers.

Van Gogh jumped down the hillside, gradually slowed down, and gradually approached the edge of the sparse forest.

The sun was still dazzling, and Dolores's nose was dripping with sweat, and her face was the color of a drunken rose. She laughed loudly, because the exciting and rare wild cat run they experienced just now was better than any jumping off a building. Roller coasters make her feel exciting and happy.

Taking advantage of her not paying attention, Peter slowly let go of his hand, covering up the overly intimate contact just now in an unobtrusive way, but he did not intentionally distance himself from her, and the two leaned close to each other. As he watched, Dolores was still clinging to his chest, which gave him a hint of secret satisfaction.

"It was great just now, Van Gogh." Dolores still had a happy smile on her face, and her face was full of vitality under the sun. She stretched out her hand and rubbed Van Gogh's ears, and leaned over his head to forcefully Kissed: "It's so much fun!!"

"Isn't it? It's very exciting!" She turned around, excitedly seeking approval from Peter.

Her shining emerald green eyes looked like a pool of sparkling lake light in the sun, and the soft golden light danced on the tips of her mischievously raised eyelashes.Peter has been staring at her, with a charming smile that cannot be concealed on the corner of his mouth. Under his lowered eyelids, his gentle brown pupils are watching her, as if he has been watching her for thousands of seconds, just waiting for her to look back. To catch his eyes.

"Of course, that's great." Peter whispered, the hot air of his breath brushed Dolores's ears warmly, smiling, Dolores blinked her eyes because of a momentary heartbeat And stunned.

Peter's curly brown hair fell down due to the bumps, resting on his forehead and fluttering with the breeze. His smile was familiar to Dolores, as if it always had a shy smile, but because he was staring at The look in her eyes was unprecedented and made her feel her heart throbbing suddenly.

The eyes were slightly squinted because of the sunlight, and the eyelashes that fluttered up and down cast a reflection, which was reflected in his brown, chocolate-like pupils, and turned into a darker color, but it was clear enough to reflect her entire face, and The temperature seemed to be higher than the current sunlight, and the vague and scorching heat was swaying from their relative sight, which made her eyes flicker at this moment.

Peter didn't know when he couldn't cope with the young boy they met for the first time, but he didn't seem to have changed at all, but he was at the point where a boy meets a man, and the immature expression on his face It is gradually being replaced by mature silhouettes, like, like...

He seems to have grown up.

Dolores undoubtedly traced from this moment, from Peter's still young outline, what he might look like ten years later, a man's, even handsome and charming prototype.

This made her panic for a while.

No, the real panic is a little different from her current mood. When she is panicked, her heart will beat, but she won't feel afraid to look at him directly, nor will she feel nervous because of the distance between him and her, as if happy , but it was more like being gently scratched by a kitten with its soft paws on the heart.

Dolores tried her best not to show any unusualness in herself. She turned her head and silently grasped the thick hair on Van Gogh's neck, feeling that her hands were trembling a little.

She was surprised at the speed of her heartbeat at the moment, and she just felt that this feeling was familiar... It seemed a bit like the feeling of meeting Peter the next day after the menstruation. It seemed very embarrassing, and the body temperature was gradually rising. high.

Van Gogh walked briskly into the woods, the shade immediately covered the burning sun that was pouring fuel on her skin at this moment, she let out a sigh of relief, and at the same time, she stretched out her hand uneasily. , quickly combed his messy blond hair with his fingers, so that they would not pile up on his shoulders so randomly.