aristocratic engagement

Is it hallucinations?

Or is he crazy again?

The first thing that swept over my heart was not ecstasy, but fear.Over the past month, he had vaguely heard Annie's voice countless times while half asleep and half awake. After waking up, he still only saw that ashen face under the dim light.

At this moment, Darcy's heartbeat was deafening.

He was afraid that this was another self-deceiving dream.

Until, his cheeks were gently stroked by a piece of warm softness, and Darcy's cheeks twitched slightly.

Annie's fingertips traced his features one by one, just as he had done to her just now.Annie squinted her eyes, cupped his thin cheeks with both hands, raised her head slightly, and kissed his lips.

He still didn't move.

Annie sighed, exhausted all her strength, raised her upper body, took the initiative to deepen the kiss, and leaned out slightly wet and shy.

At this moment, Darcy put his hand on her shoulder.

Annie fell back on the pillow, her neck was slightly lifted by him forcefully but carefully, and her dry lips accepted the plunder like a storm.

The slight stabbing pain made her gradually wake up from the chaos.

Darcy was almost out of control, he pried her lips away with his lips/tongue with little resistance.Just like a person who has been walking alone in the dry desert for a month, he can't wait to grab the water in it.

He wished he could tear her to pieces.

Annie greeted his grab painfully, only responding to his kiss with intuition.

After Darcy felt the soft catering, it was even more difficult to control himself.

A smell of blood spread between the lips and teeth, but no one stopped.Darcy was slightly sobered by the breath, and with the remaining self-control, he forced himself to let go of the lover who had just escaped from death.

But his retreat was stopped by Anne.

Annie tried her best to keep him, biting his lips provocatively.

A burst of numbness hit his head from Darcy's spine, and Darcy shuddered, understanding what she meant—what she wanted was not gentle comfort, but stimulation.She needs that stimulation, to tell her that she has returned to the world.

Darcy no longer suppressed himself.

His fingers penetrated into her messy and thick hair, gently rubbing her neck and the back of her head.Annie trembled violently, as if dense electric currents passed through her whole body.

The smell of blood became more intense, and he finally let go of those two red and swollen lips that were ravaged/ravaged.

Annie breathed a sigh of relief.

The heat left her lips, but it didn't mean she was let go.It brushed over her cheeks densely, almost every inch was ablaze.Annie was a little out of breath, but the fire gradually went down and buried her neck along her jaw, gnawing/biting her fragile neck.

Itchy, numb, and hot.

Annie couldn't help moaning/groaning.She couldn't help panting, her arms were propped up in front of her body, and her fingers tightly grasped his shoulders.

"Enough, enough." Annie begged for mercy.

His movements paused, but his breath breathed thickly between her neck and shoulders, and the skin there instantly became red.

The red started there, dyed her entire cheeks and chest, and Annie let go of her fingers, wrapping her arms around his neck.

She leaned her lips against his ear and said tremblingly: "I'm back, and I won't leave this time."

"Ah."

He responded in a low voice.

At this time, everyone in the room had already exited, leaving this space only for these two people.

Annie woke up, but Darcy collapsed.

The mental torture of this month has made him thinner and thinner, visibly thinner to the naked eye.The temperature was rising gradually, but he stayed in Anne's room every step of the way, and was in a state of water shortage all day long under the high temperature of the fireplace.

Originally, Darcy stared at Annie closely because of his spirit.But when she woke up, as soon as she relaxed, the nerves were not taut, and Darcy fell on Anne's body after a deep kiss.

"..."

Annie was silent, always feeling something was wrong.

With the addition of another patient, Pemberley Manor has become full of life—after Fenrir's "funeral".

Annie put the lock with the Mobius ring imprinted on Fenrir's arms, praying that it would give him a new life.

Anne learned from Darcy and Du Li that the lock was sent by Rommel.And eight years ago, Fenrir was also bought by Darcy from Rommel.Anne had to wonder if Fenrir was also related to this mysterious "time travel", or if it was also a part of it.

In oriental legends, the big black dog can see ghosts and dispel Yin Qi.

Annie also used to be a serious oriental person in the time travel, so she has to believe that Fenrir may have saved her life.

Fenrir was buried between mountains and waters.

This sudden death and serious illness made Annie's body weak, but she didn't regret it. Instead, she escaped from death and cherished her life in the world even more.

The next day after waking up, she insisted on getting out of bed and walking around amidst all the fuss.After lying on the bed for nearly two months, all the bones in my body became stiff.

Georgiana only volunteered to be her crutch for one day, a job which was taken away by her brother the next day.

Although Darcy also fell ill, he was a man who had been on the battlefield after all, and he recovered faster than ordinary people.Dr. Layson also agrees that the two patients can walk and exercise with each other's support. A happy mood can also help them get better as soon as possible.

Annie was naturally happy with such an arrangement, who wouldn't want to be with their lover day and night after escaping from the dead?What's more, the situation of these two people is particularly special. After confessing to each other, they fell into a situation where yin and yang were separated before they had time to get intimate. The flame of love broke out completely after the cold suppression.

—Perhaps, it burned too hard.

They always walk together in the early morning, starting from the manor, walking along the path by the lake, and walking far away.The weather in July and August is a bit hot, but it is still cool by the lake, and there are various flowers blooming along the trail.Being in it is like walking in a garden.

Every time, when they passed the willow tree, Darcy always pulled her to sit down under the tree.

He read poetry to her and had already recited Shakespeare's love poems.When the love is strong, he can't help but press the red-cheeked girl on the willow trunk and kiss her thoroughly.

Kissed until the base of the tongue was numb, and the whole body trembled.

Annie felt that she was asking for trouble. She couldn't bear Darcy's experience in those two months, so she was very tolerant of his wanton kisses—on this day, he kissed her again under the willow tree, and his fingers were ready to move. The ground went all the way down from her neck, hovering around her waist, making her shudder violently.

Annie woke up from the love/desire, and twisted the soft flesh around his waist.

"Hiss—" Darcy snorted, pretending to be unbearable and fell on Anne's body, burying his face in her neck.

Annie rolled her eyes and muttered, "Be quiet! I, we are not engaged yet...I haven't even held a coming-of-age ceremony yet!"

Darcy smiled sullenly. He pinched her cheek and found with satisfaction that her thin face had grown soft flesh. He said, "You don't know what day it is?"

Annie frowned and thought carefully, her eyes widened, "My birthday? How did I forget it!"

"You slept through the day." Darcy rubbed her head, "I also fell asleep stupidly. Didn't you notice that the layout of the manor is a little different today?"

"...I didn't notice." Annie's cheeks were slightly red, and she shook her head embarrassingly, "I got up late today, and wanted to go out for a walk with you, so I ran out in a hurry."

After hearing this, Darcy laughed loudly, took her into his arms, and kissed her forehead: "From today onwards, you will officially enter the social world, Miss de Bourgh. Gentleman, don't let your eyes get confused... Oh, don't forget, there is another person waiting for you in Pemberley Manor."

"..."

Annie couldn't help but rolled her eyes: "Did you read too much Shakespeare?"

Darcy smiled without saying a word, Annie raised her head and met his eyes, unexpectedly, she saw a trace of panic that was barely visible from the bottom of his eyes.

Anne pursed her lips: "Mr. Darcy, please have some confidence in yourself. Is there any gentleman in this world better than you?"

"There are many gentlemen who are better than me." Darcy spread his hands, "I don't have a title, I can't give you the honor of nobility, and I can't—"

"But none of them are you." Annie interrupted him, and when he saw that he wanted to say more, she reached out and covered his mouth with the palm of her hand, "Even if you are a prince or noble, I don't have a single bit of you in my heart."

Anne spoke seriously, and Darcy's brows and eyes were slightly relaxed.

He held Annie's hand covering him, kissed her fingertips carefully, and said, "I never dared to think that I would have such a day of worrying about gains and losses. My dear, you are so outstanding, when you officially set foot In social situations, I..."

Anne couldn't hear such words the most. She stood on tiptoe, retracted her fingers, raised her head and blocked his mouth with her lips: "Shut up, Mr. Darcy. You seem to have forgotten that at the ball a few months ago, you What kind of attracting bees and butterflies?"

"you--"

"I'm jealous!" Annie bit his chin hard, looked at the red mark on the white chin, and nodded in satisfaction, "I didn't even settle the score with you! Look , how many ladies have you danced with? Miss Bingley, Miss Taylor, Miss Kelly, Miss Ingram..."

Annie counted the names she had personally written with her fingers, but she didn't notice that the gentleman in front of her had a deep smile in her eyes.

"Ah! Speaking of which, at the ball many years ago, mother even invited the princess for you!" Anne curled her lips.

When Darcy heard this word, his smile faltered slightly: "Perhaps, there will be a quasi-duke among your suitors."

"How is it possible! Even if my mother invites the duke and madam, do they think of me? Let their eldest son marry a little viscount's daughter?"

Anne turned around and walked towards the manor indifferently, and grabbed his sleeve: "Relax, Mr. Darcy, I won't change my mind and forget the beauties at home!"

She turned her head and winked playfully at him.

Darcy just smiled, he was silent for a moment, took out a greeting card from his bosom, and put it in Anne's palm.

Annie took it suspiciously.

It was signed by the noble Duke of Bridgewater.

The author has something to say: This should be considered a bicycle without exhaust..._(:з」∠)_[blush

今天太累了，大姨妈搞得我腰酸背痛坐不住，尽量在零点前再更一章，赶不上就明天啦。感谢在2021-01-0823:57:49~2021-01-0921:55:37期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Yi2;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!