The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

Both of them were frightened by each other, but Alan Stone was obviously more frightened. He took several steps back and stared at Grace for a long time before he could speak: "When did you come in? You... Overheard ?”

Grace would not answer such unanswerable questions.

As Alan Stone has emphasized many times in the meeting: "The best defense is active offense."

He came out from behind the bookshelf and accused Alan Stone in a fairly righteous tone: "How can you let irrelevant people in? There are all important documents here, and you are still doing that kind of thing here! "

"I didn't!... She slipped in by herself... I dozed off..."

Grace looked surprised, "Really? Have you stayed here overnight? Is there any other urgent documents?" He said, walking into the back room as if nothing had happened. Go to Alan Stone's seat just now.

He put the file box that he had been holding on to the table, and opened the insignificant documents that Alan Stone had placed on the table, revealing the ledger hidden underneath.

Grace read numbers faster than text, and the entries in this ledger were clearly recorded. He quickly understood that this was the account of the merchant shipping business of the villa.

Grace wondered why Alan Stone was here looking at these business things.He flipped through it again, and found that there was a letter in the account book, which was handwritten by Alan Stone, and it hadn't been put into an envelope yet.

Grace picked up the letter, skimmed through it, and was convinced that Alan Ston was doing the same thing as him: they were all trying to win over some nobles, and wanted to use those real nobles to bring Arundel the title The fake aristocrats were expelled from the summer palace.

He couldn't help but let out a low voice: "So that's what you planned too!"

He was very pleasantly surprised, and excitedly asked Alan Stone, "Do you want to buy it directly? That's a convenient and effective way, I didn't even think of it! But will it cost too much money?... But it's worth the money. You can't let that person stay here anymore, otherwise the entire conference room will become his territory in the future! Does William know? Does he agree with you to use this method?"

He couldn't wait to show Alan Stone the results of the past few days, took out a few letters from the letter box, and said to Alan Stone: "Look at these letters, are they I picked out from those petition letters letters from some governors or lord agents, as well as some provincial tax-contractors and other local officials, that is, the common people who bought officials as you said. These people are actually more than most nobles. More power, but they are still dissatisfied with the status quo and want to snatch more from the nobles."

He unfolded a letter, turned his head to look at Alan Stone, and found that he was still standing at the door, and couldn't help urging: "Come here quickly, read this letter—by the way, close the door so that no one can hear it. "

Alan Stone closed the door, locked it, and walked to Grace.

His eyes were on the letter in Grace's hand, and if he lowered his head a little, he could touch the golden brown hair with his lips.

"Look here," Grace pointed him to a paragraph in the letter: "Their literary talents are much better than the governor and the lord himself. The writing is full of passionate emotions, which can inspire people from the same background as them, and those who are similar to them People whose interests are at odds with theirs would be creepy. That's what I wanted to take advantage of. And this—"

He folded the previous letter, put it back into the envelope, and carefully put it into the letter box; he picked out another letter from the inside, opened the envelope, took out the letter paper, and unfolded it... When he was doing this, his body naturally Slightly swinging, the elbow often touches the front of Alan Stone's uniform.

This is also one of the conveniences of trousers than skirts, allowing people to stand together more intimately.

Alan Stone knew how the faint floral scent he could always smell on Grace came from: whether it was soap or some essential oil for face or hair, it was always something of a king.

"I really didn't expect that we were going to cooperate with nobles, alas... If William found out, he would definitely disagree... He doesn't know that you spend money on nobles, does he?" Grace turned to look at Alan Stone, Realizing that he hadn't said a word all day, he couldn't help but say more:

"But you can also see, right, that the Earl of Arundel will take William as a thorn in his side sooner or later. Anyone may be bribed, and anyone may be swayed, only William will not. You also found out, didn't you, Ah Earl Rendell is becoming more and more arbitrary, and more and more people are beginning to obey him without thinking. I am afraid that it will not be long before he will blatantly do things that harm everyone for his own benefit. At that time, only William will dare Resolutely stand in front of him. We must not let that happen—why do you keep silent?" Grace laughed dryly, "You have become less talkative since you came back from the front line. Didn't you say you were not injured? ? Are you lying, but you got your tongue wounded?"

Grace immediately knew that she shouldn't make this joke, because as soon as he finished speaking, Alan Stone opened his mouth slightly.He saw the tip of Alan Stone's tongue moving in the secret mouth.

If Alan Stone had stood farther away from him, he would not have made this mistake, but he was a little nervous.Alan Stone was too close to him, God looked at him, and the silence for half a day, plus the words he overheard before, and Alan Stone's current size and broad shoulders And the hair that is so short that it is too short makes this person a little scary.

"Why don't you speak? What do you think of this?" Grace couldn't help asking again.

"Are you planning to wear men's clothes every day in the future?" Alan Stone asked him this.

Grace laughed dryly again, "Why, do you want to educate me? But we are talking about reform every day now, and dressing is also reform."

Alan Stone chuckled, which made Grace relax a lot.

"What did William say? About how you look now."

Grace couldn't figure out what he meant, and said cautiously: "William said that wearing men's clothing is just one of the other breakthrough things I have done, so don't worry too much about it." Alan Stone didn't speak, He had no choice but to continue, "William also said that the essence of clothes is to keep out the cold and avoid the body, as long as they can play these two functions is enough."

Alan Stone laughed again, still from his nasal cavity.He tilted his head slightly and scratched the bridge of his nose, and said, "You like to hear such things."

Grace felt that there was something wrong with him, so she laughed cooperatively and was busy packing the letter box.

He quickly closed the letter box and fastened the lock, but just as he turned around, he was pinned down by the shoulder.Alan Stone took out a gold watch from his breast pocket, "William gave it to you?"

Grace didn't know how he guessed it, but it was indeed the one William gave him not long ago.Later he began to wear men's clothes, and William gave him a matching watch chain, which could be clipped to the breast pocket, so that he could easily tell the time without fear of losing the watch.

Alan Stone held the watch with one hand, and with a flick of his thumb, he opened the watch cover.He examined the dial for a moment, then closed the cover with his thumb, held it over Grace's breast pocket, tilted his palm down, and let the pocket watch slide into Grace's pocket.

"You heard it all, didn't you? You heard me say I didn't want to sleep with her, and I didn't like the smell of her body... Are you curious? Why is she obviously not attractive to me, but when she uses When I sit on my lap in that position, I get hard immediately."

Grace turned to run, but was caught by Alan Stone by the shoulder.

Alan Stone's other hand held the back of his neck so hard that he couldn't break free.Immediately afterwards, Alan Stone buried his nose into the hair on the side of his neck and took a strong sniff.Grace felt that her soul was sucked up by him, and the roots of her hair stood up!

"You!—" were the last words he could utter.After that, he can only make sounds through the deep throat and nasal cavity, like a puppy drinking milk from its mother's furry belly, its mouth is blocked and its nose is covered, so it can only whimper eagerly.

Alan Stone's tongue was not injured, it was very flexible and powerful, and could do whatever it wanted.It was different from His Majesty's gentle kiss, and it seemed to be different from William's kiss.

Grace was pushed down on the desk, her upper body was savagely folded back at a right angle, and her feet were forced off the ground.

He felt that he was going to be eaten by Alan Stone.

Grace felt almost suffocating pain, tears welled up in her eyes, and her hands changed from pushing and beating at the beginning to the weak paddling of the drowning person.One of his hands was grabbed by Alan Stone and pressed against the table, just beside his ear.His body was twisting all the time, and his hair covered the two hands that were clasped together.

After a long time, Alan Stone's kiss was no longer so oppressive, and he was finally able to breathe in some air.He wanted to drive Alan Stone out, but his tongue was numb and he had no strength. It seemed that he was deliberately entangled with him.

He also felt that Alan Stone was "hard as iron."

Grace cried because he felt the man who kissed him cry.

The kissing stopped, and Alan Stone buried his face in his loose hair, his broad shoulders pressed against his chest, trembling with sobs. "...that's part of the honesty, Grace...you asked for it."

Grace's clenched fist was relieved by his words.

Alan Stone added: "Sometimes I really hate you, I hate you two... It was you two who got me involved."

He propped himself on top of Grace, looked at him carefully for a while, and raised his hand to wipe the water stains on his lips.But his own eyes were wet too.

Unable to finish wiping, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped Grace's lips and surroundings dry.

He put it there, and Grace finally smelled of him.