Two or three things about my love affair with the beauty on the west side of the town

The wall decorated with broken flowers and borders suddenly hits the eye, as if a brave man accidentally opened the treasure house of the dragon in a fairy tale. Even the dizzy Leon can't help but be confused by this gorgeous scene. He turned his attention to the treasure standing on the cabinet.

The whole room is a work of art.

Immediately afterwards, he sat on the lambskin sofa that he had never enjoyed until now.No one came to see him.

His cheeks were burning dizzily, Leon let go of his palm, and tried to use the rest of his strength to put the necklace on the table in front of him—a more stable place.

The fragrance is sticky and entangled in the brain, and the cavity, which is already not breathing well, is even more occupied by the seductive breath, and they are trying to squeeze out the gas needed for the normal functioning of the body.

dizzy……

Leon lay half down, panting continuously from deep in his throat.

The temperature began to rise step by step, and finally turned the light brown skin into a hot red state.Leon finally couldn't support his sick body, and lay on the sofa with his head shaking. Before he was completely confused, he was like a drowning swimmer grabbing a plank for survival, and put the middle finger of his right hand on his lips, begging for help. Softly uttered the lover's name.

"Paimon..."

……

It was that feeling again.

The hemp trousers on the lower limbs seemed to be cut open bit by bit by a sharp weapon, and the dark skin that was reddened by the fever added a bit of beauty, and the eyes belonging to others seemed to be condensed into substance, greedily enjoying the explosive power Sweat seeping through the texture of the muscles.

Leon curled up his legs subconsciously, trying to cover up the inexplicable shame of being naked, but the coolness kept lingering under the navel and buttocks.Eyelids twitched, wanting to confirm whether this strange feeling was real.

A hazy patch of purple-gold.

Thick and intertwined touch.

The gradually distorted family crest on the dome approached him ferociously——

"what!"

The horse pulling the cart sensed the movement, swished its mane and snorted a few times.

Leon screamed and sat up, the cloth behind his back was wet with cold sweat from surprise.The surroundings are full of boxes made of elm, surrounded by the crisp knocking sound of horseshoes stepping on the stone road.

"What exactly is going on?"

The necklace should have been given to Miss Raymond Gayton...

Even if Leon was full of doubts, it was impossible for him to forcefully question a dull driver.

Not to mention that the visit itself was so disrespectful and offensive.

Leon watched the carriage disappear into the clear white mist, and the new moon was hanging high in the night sky, watching this brave man who went to the devil's habitat alone and returned at midnight.

"It's so strange."

He muttered to himself, as if he suddenly thought of something, he ran his hands along the waistband of his trousers, and the slight chill still seemed to remain in his waist and abdomen.

To his disappointment, no clues were left.

Frustrated and confused, he returned to the dormitory. The intense fatigue caused by the high fever made it difficult for Leon to think again, and the heavy sinking of his head made him quickly fall into a sweet dreamland.

But he didn't notice that the wraps on his hands had been removed, and there were only dry cuticles and tender pink new flesh left by the ruptured blisters on the joints and fingertips.

"Lyon!"

who is it?

"Lyon!"

... Pendor?

"Lyon!"

Opening his eyes, he glanced at his roommate's concerned face from the corner of his eyes. Leon struggled to sit up from the bed, but fell back heavily due to loss of strength.

"You have just recovered from your illness. You should rest more. I told you that you have to go out when you are sick. You really don't take your body seriously..."

Pan De held the copper basin, wrung out the rag and handed it to Leon.

"Wash your face first."

Leon took the rag and carefully wiped off the sweat on his face, then patted him on the shoulder with a smile.

"Thank you brother!"

"Oh, I also want to tell you the good news that your work has been recognized by Mayotte..."

"Congratulations Leon! You can go to the Royal Ball!"

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Comment modo modo!

12. Truth

The soothing music is flowing slowly in the resplendent ballroom, and the elegant and luxurious people greet each other familiarly and frivolously with their pale faces whitewashed with lily roots.There is also a noble lady chasing the rich color of her lips, sitting in the side hall and ordering the maid to unscrew the round tin box, dipping a little fat with her fingertips as white as milk, crushing and pulling her lips mercilessly, It will not stop until it is slightly deformed or even red and swollen.

Each of them is an excellent balance holder, proudly supporting the bone pannier that weighs several pounds, and after the attendant reads the name, they enter with delicate small steps.

The neckline inlaid with lace extruded round and full breasts, and countless flower decorations adorned every section of the sleeves. The sweet and seductive green fragrance of unripe fruits attracted the men in the clothes present. After being dazed, the lamb seemed to be stunned by the rich pasture, but he didn't know that he had stepped into the hunting circle of wild beasts.

"Miss Anna Luther!"

"Miss Froda Eldon"

Would Miss Lemon Gayton wear it too?

Leon looked at the salivating gazes of the men around him with some surprise, but swallowed while imagining Paimon's appearance.

"Leon! We should go!"

The lead manager yelled loudly.Yes, supervisors like them are not qualified to stay on the scene - at most, they can be in the small room next to the ballroom to prepare for possible accidents.

Little did they know that the moment they stepped out of the side door, the entire venue suddenly fell silent.

"Lemon Gayton Family!"

The Raymond Gayton family, the most mysterious family in the Foel Empire, seemed to have existed when the empire was born, with its strange behavior——never attended large or small social events, unless it was an annual royal grand event. Famous among the upper classes.But the royal family seems to have acquiesced to this arrogant attitude in private, and there are even more exaggerated claims among the folks that they do not obey the royal family, but are above the imperial crown.The king still entrusts family members with important tasks every year.

But what is more attractive is the countless beauties in this family.

After all, facing a beauty with power and money, who can not be tempted?

That's why even though people frequently disappeared near Raymond Gayton Manor and the folks gave it the "good name" of "Evil Nest at Dusk", there are still countless boys and girls who want to climb high branches and dare to bet with their lives.

The nobles stopped exchanging pleasantries, and all looked towards the place where the palace gate opened.

"God, it's Grand Duke Baal..."

"Master Vasago is here too, oh he's smiling at me..."

"Grand Duke Paimon actually attended..."

Whispers like insects rubbing their tentacles reached Paimon's ears, and a look of impatience was quickly stained between his brows.

"Paimon, calm down."

Vasago looked at him helplessly, trying to stabilize his emotions.

Even among a bunch of beautiful faces, Paimeng's feminine appearance is not only not inferior, but it adds a different kind of contrasting charm to him.

Fascinated by grand or delicate works of art, he is tired of hypocritical and smelly social occasions.Paintings, statues, operas...everything expresses more blunt and passionate emotions than the man who created them, and the feeling of these emotions is the proof that he has survived the long years as a demon and survived to this day.

——just like Leon to him, but still not aware of it.

At the moment when the lights were blurred, Paimeng felt a familiar figure passing by the door, and then he pulled the corner of his mouth in a self-deprecating manner, and threw himself into the shadow of his fragrant clothes.

How could that lowly creature appear in such a place?

……

Leon stared boredly at the knotted garden formed by the low hedges outside the window, his thumb kept rubbing the ring at the base of his finger, silently letting time slip into the night that covered the dome with his hands.

"A lot of celebrities are here today!"

A local apprentice of the royal capital boldly slipped out, narrowing his eyes slenderly outside the enamel window of the banquet hall, trying to spy on the nobles' ball.

"Miss Anna, the youngest member of the Luther family of the Queen's family, is also here! Oh my god, the jewels on her skirt are almost as big as my fist!"

He was also very satisfied with the surprised or emotional gazes cast by other apprentices, and his vanity swelled little by little, like a sponge soaked in water, under the unanimous praise of everyone.

"Count Polya actually brought his mistress to the ball. That woman's figure is really hot! No wonder his wife hasn't given up after arguing with him for half a month."

"The wine glasses brought by the servants, you can't see the sloshing dark red wine liquid, it's the top-quality wine, and you'll have to savor it for a long time after just drinking such a small sip!"

The apprentice gestured with his hands while talking, and the sound of someone swallowing saliva could be heard from time to time.

"Also, there is also the Raymond Gayton family..."

Leon rushed to his side at once.The apprentice gave him a squinting look, thinking that he had suddenly become interested, and then he was slowly catching everyone's appetite.

"That's really a family that produces beauties, even if I'm a man, the face of Grand Duke Paimon... tsk tsk"

He sighed and shook his head, pretending to be sorry, and everyone burst into laughter.

"If only he were a woman!"

Leon was still listening with both pleasure and displeasure, but suddenly froze.

"What did you say?"

The apprentice only regarded him as a country bumpkin who had never seen the world, and explained to him with the vanity of being respected.

"You didn't even know the king when you first came here. Although he has such a pretty face, Grand Duke Paimon is a real man! He is the 'Purple Iris of the Empire' who participated in the defense war. Art of all kinds—”

"—Even Samuel