[Pride and Prejudice] Second Marriage

For Juliet, let her clearly analyze the pros and cons of the relationship, she may be able to analyze clearly, at this time she is calm and rational, and speaks out all her knowledge about how unreliable love is. On the Internet, no one would have guessed that this was just a young girl whose first love ended without a problem-maybe it wasn't even her first love.She just watched too much separation and reunion, the cold reality is completely like a natural phenomenon, forming a deep-rooted concept in her mind, or in simple terms, she has a common problem that belongs to modern people.

She may have a solid grasp of the theoretical knowledge of emotions and good self-control, but the practice between husband and wife really made her lose.

At a certain time the next day, Juliet woke up from a deep sleep, she just moved, and felt like a rusty machine, but before she realized where she was, A kiss had been stamped on her forehead.

"Good morning, Juliet." There was a book in front of Darcy, and he turned sideways, put one arm around Juliet's shoulder, and brushed away the hair sticking to her face with his fingers, "From today onwards, You are allowed to have breakfast in bed." After speaking, he sat up straight, as if the ambiguous movement just now was not done by him at all.

Juliet felt that the beginning of this marriage seemed to be very bad for her. She felt that part of her confidence had disappeared from her body. |When her bare legs were still entangled in a warm place, she immediately realized her embarrassing situation.

Darcy watched silently as her head slipped into the bed. He thoughtfully put one of the nightgowns on the pillow. After a while, a trembling hand came out of the bed and groped. After touching the nightgown, he swished it in again.

Darcy held back a smile, watching the ball twisting and turning under the quilt, occasionally stopping for a short time when he touched himself, about seven or eight minutes later, the quilt was lifted, and Darcy looked at Juliet with her hair on her head. With disheveled hair and rumpled nightgown, he ran into the bathroom unsteadily.

He sighed, but raised the corners of his lips happily, and rang the bell beside the bed.

The breakfast is simple and delicate.

Juliet dawdled out of the bathroom, climbed silently to her side, and began to eat breakfast.During the whole process, he didn't look at Darcy.

Maybe a few minutes ago, Darcy was delighted by her shyness, but after the wife didn't look at her husband, he felt that this situation was a bit of a headache for him.He couldn't have imagined Juliet being so shy—nor did he like to compare her to anyone else.

"Juliet, which dress are you going to wear today?" He racked his brains to ask this question, his tone was quite kind and persuasive, as if coaxing a ten-year-old girl who was sulking.

Juliet, who was sitting in front of the dresser and combing her hair, knew that he was passing the ladder to her. She tried to imply that she could be generous. Last night's disorientation was an unavoidable reaction in that situation. However, as soon as she turned her head away, she immediately forgot all the mental constructions she had just erected. She closed her eyes and said angrily, "Why can't you fasten your buttons?" Maybe she can appreciate it intently. A male model in a magazine, but he couldn't appreciate the man in front of him who suddenly became sexy.

"You're not a rigid girl, are you, Juliet? Are you?" Darcy looked at his open shirt, smiled helplessly, and buttoned the buttons one by one. He saw Juliet Her eyes were still tightly closed, and her facial features were wrinkled into a ball. She thought it was quite interesting, and couldn't help but stepped forward and pinched her shell-like ears.

The rough fingertips lingered on the soft and delicate earlobes, and Juliet couldn't help but tremble. This little tremor was in the palm of Darcy's hand, and he couldn't help being stunned. The crackling firewood in the fireplace suddenly burst into brilliant flames.

Darcy's fingers gradually touched her cheeks from her ears, and then slid along her cheeks to her neck, inserting her fingers|into her soft hair.

Juliet opened her eyes, staring blankly at his approaching face.Her head was messy, and her heart was full of inexplicable complex emotions, maybe a little scared, maybe a little panic, maybe some inexplicable expectations, she wanted to raise her arms to push him away, but she was weak all over, Heart beats fast.She tried desperately to recall the books, movies or TV series she had read, what she should say in this situation, and what she should do to stop the next thing that might make her feel at a loss, but she couldn't recall the material that could be used for reference.With the heat on her lips, her mind was completely blank, and she couldn't think of anything.

The kiss was not very long, and Darcy felt a little regretful because Juliet was too passive. His lips touched the corners of her lips lightly again and then left.Still, he leaned over and stared at her.

From such a close observation, Juliet found that Darcy did indeed have a pair of dark eyes as deep as midnight, and his eyelashes were unexpectedly thick, especially the lower eyelashes, embellishing the already beautiful eyes even more. Affectionately, she looks away uncomfortably.

Darcy's fingers withdrew from her warm hair and supported her chin, "Juliet, you have to keep your eyes on me, I'm your husband. You marry me, it means that there is love between you and me. Will always be so close."

The word "forever" was very harsh to Juliet's ears. Just as the corners of her lips moved, trying to say something in rebuttal, Darcy's finger had already grazed her lips heavily.

"Don't speak capriciously, Mrs. Darcy. You are responsible for your choices."

Juliet didn't understand why his aura became so strong overnight that it couldn't be ignored.

Darcy let go of her chin, walked to the bed, and picked out a royal blue dress from a pile of loose clothes on the bed, "Would you like to wear this? Blue suits you very well."

His behavior seemed too frivolous to Juliet, she couldn't help but glared at him, got up and snatched the blue dress from his hand, she said arrogantly, "I prefer the yellow one." After finishing speaking, she glanced at him, It was as if she could regain her momentum.

But she forgot that she was still in her nightgown, that the blush was still on her cheeks, that her rosebud lips had only been stroked, that her coiled hair had been tousled by Darcy's fingers—in short , without imposing manner at all, but with a kind of coquettishness grown up by a girl.

On the whole, Darcy thought her unbelievably lovely.In such a good mood, he was willing to pamper her.

In the past six months, Darcy has thought a lot, from the beginning to the present.He was sure that he had admired Elizabeth, and he was sure that that kind of enthusiasm was worn away by the daily tediousness and troubles.Love passed the hottest point and entered into calm examination and resistance-too many external factors caused them to crack, and there were too many internal adjustments that needed to be completed by each other.However, Darcy has not found a reason to continue to love Elizabeth, and they separated-if there is no such thing, maybe they may find a new way of getting along, and carry each other perfectly for a lifetime, or maybe they will be together again and again. In the fatigue of the day, he became a "tired couple" who looked at each other and hated each other.With so many uncertainties in life, Darcy encounters an alternative.

Juliet hugged her skirt and saw Darcy still standing there with her arms crossed and looking at her, she couldn't help feeling a little annoyed, she said vaguely, "Go to the bathroom, I want to change here."

So righteous.

Darcy touched his chin with his hand, and said meaningfully, "There is no need to remain mysterious, Mrs. Darcy. You have shown me everything yesterday."

Angrily, Juliet threw the skirt in her hand at him.Darcy caught the soft long skirt delicately, smiled, turned around and walked into the bathroom, and closed the door behind her.

When Juliet managed to regain her senses, she realized that she had thrown out the yellow dress she had chosen by herself. She angrily put aside the top blue dress and found another silver-white embroidered dress from the box.

Juliet didn't want to call the maid to come in. She glanced at the closed bathroom door and took off her nightgown. She glanced at the body reflected in the vanity mirror with some unease, and hurriedly put on her corset and Underskirt, she tried to stretch her hand back to tighten the tie of her underwear.

"Don't you want this dress, Juliet?" The bathroom door opened, and at the same time as Darcy's voice sounded, Juliet kept her arms tied, turned around quickly, and glared at him.

Holding the yellow dress in his hand, Darcy looked at her with a smile on his face, and his tone seemed to say his innocence, "I mean it well, Mrs. Darcy, I just remembered that you said you wanted to wear this dress. Seeing her posture, there seemed to be a trace of surprise on his face, "Didn't you let the maid come in to help you?" He walked forward, gently put the skirt on the bed, and stretched out his hand as if wanting to help her.

Juliet, so enraged by the man's repeated and repeated teasing of her this morning, let go of her muslin bodice hanging loosely behind her, and flung herself into Darcy's arms. In the middle of the night, he quickly pulled his hands along the front of his shirt with both hands. The buttons hit the ground, and a series of crackling sounds came from the wall. There were only two poor buttons on the bottom row of Darcy's shirt, but they also covered his eyes. Can't help his precarious spring.

Darcy looked at her with raised eyebrows.

Not to be outdone, Juliet twisted her aching fingers and said, "Mr. Darcy, you should take care of your own clothes first, and don't worry about me."

Darcy laughed loudly. He squeezed Juliet's slender waist to lift her up with both arms, and he turned around and pushed her down in a pile of messy clothes on the bed.

His dark eyes rested on her face.

Juliet, flustered as she was, made an effort to look back at him calmly.

"It's amazing." Darcy praised incomprehensibly, he stretched out his hand to touch her face, and said seriously, "Juliet, I hope we can be more comfortable and soft with each other when we get along, so that we can be honest in time and find out question."

Juliet frowned, feeling that although there was nothing wrong with his words, it always made her feel something was wrong—it seemed a little too demanding.

Her hand reached in from the hem of Darcy's shirt, and slowly groped along his back to the edge of his trousers. With a light hook on her fingertips, her finger easily slipped halfway in, and was held down by Darcy.

She stopped, raised her eyebrows and looked at Darcy, "Then why can't you be soft now?"

Darcy looked at her with gritted teeth.

The author has something to say: ***

Juliet, theoretical knowledge is important, but true knowledge comes from practice...

After typing the words, I frightened and poked my phone to read the comments. I suddenly saw the comments of Neko sister paper. Neko, we have you, we don't care about anything anymore, we don't care about that child now, we don't even scan her replies, anyway, I don't understand what she said.You, and those girls who support me are our treasures~~~~