Angel on earth

At this time of year, the northern part of Noren was still cold. After the sun went down, a dark layer of hoarfrost quickly covered the ground.The swallows who came back too early were quietly entrenched on the eaves of the clinic. Not far away, a few magpies seemed to be dazed by the vitality of the surrounding plants. They suddenly called twice happily and hid in the damp darkness up.

Mikhail pulled Aaron into his arms and pulled the quilt with a clatter.The quilt suddenly unfolded in the air, and when it fell slowly, it was already fluffy and soft, as if it had just been exposed to the sun.Aaron squirmed up against the sheets, and hugged him in a ball under the covers, exchanging a sticky kiss that never ended.

They would have done it in Jaranborg, more violently than now, but more briefly, always with the death of a bedpost.But in Wakefield, they just kissed, killing a sunny afternoon as leisurely as any pair of daring, young, bored human heterosexual couples in a riverside café, sometimes not even bothering to stick their tongues out, Just rubbing each other's lips can last for ten, twenty or ten minutes, and even contentedly until gradually falling asleep.

Aaron's health has not yet recovered, so no one mentioned it.Aaron felt it was unfair to Mikhail, and Mikhail didn't want him to get hurt.But sometimes, like this evening, Aaron would push Mikhail's head away midway, slide down, and put one cheek on Mikhail's hot chest.The young man's chest muscles are soft and flexible, strong but not exaggerated, and the heart underneath is beating like a festival drum.Mikhail restrained his strength and stroked the soft brown head on his chest, but Aaron reached into his pants and skillfully helped him out.

Two years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the best doctor in the world has figured out his preferences early on. The boy easily let out a pleasant gasp above Aaron's head, mixed with a few coquettish nasal sounds.Mikhail was licking a lock of brown curly hair, a small piece of scalp was wet with saliva; his body was so hot that it was almost glowing, like a slow motion of a bomb with an extremely large yield, and finally on the verge of collapse The flags and drums died down, and slowly, slowly calmed down into a dark mountain.

The young Mikhail was not satisfied, but he was actually very satisfied.In Jalenburg, he occasionally asked Aaron to do it one last time, and he would press Aaron's head to his chest with one hand, bury the tip of his nose in the doctor's short, hard and unkempt hair at that time, and pull his other arm from him. His shoulders slanted to his waist and hips, and he supported him vigorously.Aaron had felt then that he might be able to end the fight with Mikhail's rapid breathing and heaving chest, and now he knew it was true; and Mikhail might be similar, just using his hands up.

In fact, the first time Mikhail held him in this way, enfolding his entire torso in his arms, he was almost terrified, and Mikhail was startled too.Mikhail's bare chest was reliable but with the flexibility of a young man, holding him so tightly, maybe it was no more than that when he was protecting Mithra's dignity before, but he restrained himself from making it so strong that it would hurt him.Aaron didn't need to breathe or have a heartbeat, so he clearly felt Mikhail's strong heartbeat and healthy heart sounds from the part inside him and against his cheek, and Mikhail's lips rubbed against his rough His hair gasped and groaned.After it was over, Mikhail found him trembling in his arms, muttering with his eyes wide open, "...I am ashamed and ashamed, and dare not look up to you, because our sins are ruined, our crimes are heinous..." , holding the sun cross on his chest in his hand, but the bottom is wet.

Mikhail panted lightly, rubbing his chin on the top of Aaron's head contentedly.Aaron leaned against his chest and shamelessly began to enjoy his supper.The sound of him sucking his fingers resounded in the room, overlapping with the sound of a wild cat licking water from outside the window.

Whether it's a thorough sex or help like this tonight, Mikhail is serious every time. He thinks that couples all over the world are like this. It's normal for Aaron to eat his food, but Aaron can't eat it He should stop when enough is enough.Sometimes he even wonders, if Aaron eats enough, will he grow a bulging belly?Don't be dangerous like a pregnant woman, just be soft and slightly soft, like Jonathan's doing nothing, like a newborn kitten.He wanted to touch it.

He vaguely asked Aaron if he was full, and the latter would politely reply that it was delicious. I haven’t enjoyed such a delicious meal for a long time, thank you.Then, they fall asleep at about the same time.

That night, both of them slept soundly.Mikhail no longer had a headache, and Aaron did not wake up in the middle of the night.

Early the next morning, Dr. Edwards entered the city and rushed back to Viscountess Sharp's mansion before breakfast. Mikhail also baked madeleines and butterfly cakes to take with him.

It is said to be a mansion, but it is actually just a small building with front and rear gardens.Before Aaron entered the door, he pinched away the few lilac buds and said they would be used as medicine. Mrs. Wood didn't understand this, and she didn't care when she heard Jane said that he could be trusted.

Mrs. Wood's daughter, a sullen and brooding chestnut-haired woman, was helping Jane prepare breakfast in the kitchen, correcting her every now and then in a soft voice.Aaron requisitioned a stove and crammed Mikhail into the kitchen, only to be reprimanded by Mrs Wood - who looked a little younger than her daughter.She wanted to pat the young Abaddon's cheek distressedly, but because she couldn't reach it, she couldn't help but grab Mikhail's wrist and drag him into the living room.

After a moment of confusion, Aaron went to change Joyce's dressing and took Mrs. Wood away.Mikhail groped into the kitchen to help, and invited Susan and Jane to eat the snacks he had brought.

Joyce still didn't wake up. Aaron finished changing her bandages and gave her another injection, assuring her that there would be no stitches left.Mrs. Wood had some doubts. A pious believer like her was the most shameful person to lie, even if she had lived under the same roof with a scumbag for decades.Aaron smiled rather grimly and promised to show her after breakfast.

When he was "Jeremy" in the Siegfried Federation, he was a flamboyant but a bit shy young man, often mixed in the circle of ladies and ladies, pleasing them with his superb sewing skills, whether it was meat skin or grape skin It's fine, but if it's too soft, it needs his blood. At that time, "Jeremy" will admit defeat, and make a look of embarrassment and anger, and then—he will have another batch of loyal customers.

He wasn't trying to attract customers this time, though, and Mrs. Wood wasn't the type of woman to be moved by that sort of show.He just wanted to divert her attention away from Mikhail. No one knew better than him how terrifying Mikhail's inexplicable attraction to a devout Sun God believer was. destroy her.

Leaving the rest of the work to the maid brought by Mrs. Wood, they went downstairs to breakfast.Along the way, Madam shook her head and sighed that Joyce could not take care of him at all. None of the latter's parents was reliable, and he didn't even have a few reliable servants left behind.Outside the restaurant, Susan was wearing a black mourning dress with a lily pinned to her chest. She was standing aside with her arms folded, instructing Jane to iron the newspaper:

"My God, Jane, do you let Joyce's hands go directly to the dirty ink every day? Has no one taught you how to work?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, but Joe and the Viscountess don't read newspapers..." Jane hurriedly picked up the iron, but Susan took it with a sigh, and added in a low voice, "I... I was brought back by her looking at pity The lady is very nice, she didn't tell me these things..."

Susan shook her head, fixed her hair, ironed the newspaper, brought it into the dining room and handed it to Aaron.The latter thanked him, took the newspaper, and begged the ladies to allow his valet, Mikhail, to sit under him, since the good servant who had faithfully escorted him back to Wakefield could not see him.This was the last thing Mrs. Wood could hear, so she agreed; and Jane took her breakfast to the servants' room.

Mikhail quietly ate the bread, fried eggs, and bacon for breakfast, while Aaron drank a sip of tea made from clove buds, and read a piece of news to him in a low voice:

"Vincenzo Marino was arrested for theft and fraud. As the second son of Duke Marino of the Kingdom of Eden, he was treated like an aristocrat and imprisoned in the city hall. Well, I see the mayor I have to serve him deliciously, I wonder if I will specially invite an Aiden chef for him."

"It's not a bad thing to do," said Mrs. Wood kindly. "You young people may think that foreigners who come to Noren should be treated the same as the locals, but this kind of blind self-confidence is not good. After all, he is the son of the Duke. Besides, I think I have to look again, Marino The family is not short of money, so why is he stealing and defrauding?"

"Yes, Noren needs allies right now." Aaron said casually, and immediately pursed his lips.Sure enough, Mrs. Wood put down the knife and fork cautiously, and asked:

"Do you think that Noren's rebellion against the church was justified, Doctor Edwards? Misha also brought back the Gospel of Calvin for you, didn't he? How could you—"

"No, no, ma'am," Aaron put down the newspaper, pushed his glasses and argued, "I'm just explaining this approach from the perspective of the City of Oath, after all—you see, Misha is from Abaddon, According to the custom there, even if a saint is captured, he is not kept overnight."

"Misha seems to be much kinder than most people." Mrs. Wood pouted, picked up a piece of fried egg, and praised, "Misha made today's breakfast, right? It tastes so good. When I was young, My husband and I were invited to the Mayor's banquet when they had a Chef Iris, and I still remember the caramel almond cake... oops, sorry."

"It's nothing, ma'am, you're still young after all."

"Please don't say such passing words, doctor." Susan said with a straight face. "Mother and I are still in mourning."

Aaron snapped, nodding blankly in apology, but he heard Mikhail laughing.The boy smiled lightly, but no one spoke to accuse him.Aaron glanced at him and said briskly:

"Try this madeleine, ma'am, miss, Misha got up early in the morning to bake it."

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hope this chapter is safe