Drift [Gone with the Wind Drift Doujin BL]

The night in May was warm and warm, and Scott didn't want to let down such a beautiful night, so he proposed to sit on the balcony.

As expected, this suggestion was ridiculed by Rhett, and then he received his approval in person.

What a duplicity and excessive vanity man.Scott made a face under the cover of night, but was caught by Rhett.

"...are you a cat, Rhett?"

"No, you are, baby."

Scott was used to him being addressed as if it were too endearing.

The twilight is getting thicker and thicker, and there is still a little afterglow of the setting sun on the western horizon, but the blue sky above has already completely merged into the night, turning into a cold dark blue.A thin cloud floated in the sky like an island in the North Atlantic.The branches in the garden are swaying, covering the sight of the two from afar.

They rocked in rocking chairs, looked up at the first fireflies of the season, watched them dance across the night, and enjoyed what was probably their last moment of leisure.

There is a warm fragrance in the air, and there is no smell of gunpowder.It wasn't until Rhett opened the gold cigar case, took out a fine cigar, put it under his nose to smell it for a while, and struck a match to light it, which added a touch of smoke to the silent air.

He rocked the rocking chair and smoked a cigarette without saying a word for a while.

Although everything around is steeped in silence and tranquility,

There was something wrong with Rhett tonight, very wrong, he didn't make a big mockery of everything he couldn't understand, and he didn't try his best to make Scott angry. There is an undisguised smile on the sharp-edged, womanly red lips, and the laugh lines at the corners of the eyes sway like fish tails.This smile actually restrains the arrogance, pretentiousness and unscrupulousness...

Scott had a hell of a feeling.

... Rhett is so weird that he is normal once in a while, but is he considered abnormal?

The subject of Scott's silent complaints did not ignore his unpredictable expression. Rhett leaned down^^, lifted his pointed chin and said: "What the hell are you thinking, baby? Your thoughts are all written in the beautiful On the face."

Scott nimbly turned his body sideways, his cheeks immediately avoided the scorching palm, and he stretched out his right hand nimbly, firmly grasping the big hand with evil intentions: "It seems that my pretending to be unfathomable is not enough. Room for improvement."

"Don't pretend to be like me, it would be too boring, I'm the best role model."

"You always bring fun to others," Scott said through gritted teeth, and tightened his fingers by the way, "in the midst of making people angry."

Rhett raised his black head, and his wanton laughter spread out in circles in the night, covering all the neighbors by his laughter.

Laugh at your sister, laugh like a cat who stole the fish.

Scott turned his head indignantly, and was suddenly surprised that there was strength hidden under the elegant and cheerful appearance of his companion. His round and powerful shoulders raised his clothes high, making Scott envious and jealous.

"Listen to me, Rhett, if one day I piss you off, will you crush my head like a walnut?" Scott looked at the other's powerful hands over and over again, pinching them back and forth. Measure Rhett's strength.

"How can I be willing, baby? At most spanking your ass." Rhett said lightly and slowly.But his black eyes narrowed slightly, and a bright light flashed from the depths of his pupils, like a cluster of flames, a shooting star, which dissipated before others realized it.

Scott stuck out his tongue and made a grimace, and walked out with his hands in his pockets: "I want to go shopping on the street."

"In such a wonderful... night?" Rhett emphasized on "night".

"Oh Rhett, don't be a mother-in-law like Patty! All the roads in Atlanta are dusty during the day, you want my lungs to be filled with red dirt?"

After all, this is a city in the [-]th century. The concept of asphalt roads has not yet appeared. The more prosperous the city, the more dust will accumulate in the dry season, and the pedestrians on the road will get dusty.

"How come you are more expensive than the richest lady in Charleston, baby?" Unexpectedly, Rhett raised one eyebrow, his face full of feigned surprise, "You actually rejected the fertile red soil in the south of us?" baptism!"

Scott laughed out loud: "You go to be a great duster of human flesh, Rhett, I will not accompany you."

"Another fantastic idea! It seems that when I am with you, I should prepare a leather-covered book, write down every word you say, and read it every night as a holy place."

Rhett is like this, hiding emotions hotter than fire and deeper than the sea in laughter, cursing and gags.

Scarlett, who was dull, couldn't tell, let alone Scott, who was three points slower than her sister.

Although Rhett made sense of Scott's night tour plan, he put on his hat, picked up his cane, followed Scott out the door, and said with a low voice and a smile: "Can you kindly satisfy me?" I'm curious, baby, what kind of considerations, or what purpose, do you have to scoff at such a great invention as the hat?"

Scott really didn't have enough energy to argue with him--he would be too much to resist--so he rolled his eyes: "I don't like hats, although because of my special hobby, I often fight wits with Mammy .”

Rhett laughed, and his voice was low and steady: "I also have a black mother, who is as difficult to deal with as your black mother." , even I'm not willing to let them be buried under the hat."

Scott shook his hair cooperatively—trying to shake off the black thread all over his head—and whispered resentfully: "I'm really, just, not used to hats, not to mention, the weather is so hot, My dear, Captain Butler."

"Then how do you show respect to the ladies and wives? You can't take off your hat, so do you have to take off your pants?" There was obvious teasing and mischief in his tone.

"Don't force your heart on me, Rhett Butler!!!"

Finally... blown hair...

In the captain's dark heart, there was a sense of pride and joy of "you're done".

He stopped as soon as he saw it, and instead of teasing the little Scott who was already frowning, he smoothed his hair: "Your trousers are very unique in design, can you introduce me to this ingenious tailor?"

Scott pointed to his nose.

Rhett raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"I designed these trousers myself. I can't bear the loose and bulky trousers of this era anymore. The waist is so high that it's inconvenient to do anything." Scott patted his trousers triumphantly, "This is terrible. Not linen or wool, but cotton chinos invented by the French, which are very strong and durable!" He turned around and showed Rhett the pockets with cowhide stitched on the buttocks and brass rivets, as if showing off.

Scott's trousers were tight, low-waisted, and his little butt turned up like a tempting apple, like a globe divided into eastern and western hemispheres...

"A peacock's tail is beautiful, baby." Rhett folded his arms, looking inscrutable. "Of course, unless the peacock turns around and shows the ass."

Scott choked, and punched him angrily: "Thank God this sentence is not for the ladies, otherwise you will be on their blacklist for the rest of your life."

"Rhett Butler's name is on the list of Southern Patriots, so you don't have to worry about me." Rhett still folded his arms. After he finished speaking, he took a deep breath and looked away from Scott. Moved away, moved back after a while.

"Too hot tonight, Rhett." He took off his coat and draped it over his arm.

Scott wasn't wearing a vest, just a thin shirt covering his upper body.What's more, the shirt is cut almost like a corset, showing the 16-inch waist of the sixteen-year-old boy.

"Is this the latest fashion?" whispered Rhett.

"Maybe it's a style more than 100 years later." Scott squinted his eyes with a smile, like a fox with greasy hair.He slapped his head, and suddenly realized, "Anyway, it's night, why should I wrong myself." After speaking, he rushed back at a miraculous speed, and his movements were so sharp and quick that Rhett, who had received military training, was secretly surprised.

He smiled softly, and followed the fleeing black cat with brisk steps.

Scott enters the house while Rhett waits outside.He was leaning on the pillar of the porch, smoking lazily, his dark and smooth face hidden in the night, only the cigar head was shining.

Rhett nearly choked on the smoke when Scott reappeared in his field of vision.

His dress can be called unconventional and grandstanding.Scott is not dressed properly, very poorly—

The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up to the upper arms, and the trousers were only long enough to cover the thighs—the bottom half of which he had apparently cut off.The shoes also looked like they were made of canvas, and between these two inappropriate outfits was a section of shiny white calf...

Such a weird and peculiar dress, but the matching of each color and layer is extremely harmonious.

"Are you going to visit Bell with me in this miraculous outfit?" Rhett's voice was deeper than usual.

"Damn it, Rhett! I should have known that a dog couldn't spit ivory!" A pair of green phoenix eyes stared at him angrily.

Oops... At this moment, a strange impulse surged in his heart, and Rhett took a deep breath, almost uncontrollably hugging him tightly.I want to hold him in my arms, scratch his nose, annoy him, make him happy again, want to kiss those rare bright green eyes, want to kiss those pale soft lips...

There was a huge wave surging in his heart, but the bronze face was as calm as marble, only a pair of narrowed black eyes vaguely leaked a trace of inner fluctuations.

"Bell's girls won't like your outfit."

... Sure enough, I can't spit out ivory!

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