The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

Allen was shocked by the sight in front of him.

He regretted now that he hadn't knelt down to take a closer look when Mrs. Drummer lifted up her skirts generously to answer his questions.

If he had figured it out then, he wouldn't be so clueless now.

But he felt that at least it shouldn't be what he saw.

The men's jokes are always inseparable from the woman's legs, and his classmates are more passionate than experienced, and they hardly let their tongues leave this place after returning to the dormitory.He had heard so many words related to this, and had too many and various imaginations, but none of them was like this: almost indistinguishable from a boy.

He raised those two ankles, bent down to look more carefully, but suddenly those two feet kicked up like a frightened horse, and one kicked him hard in the face.

Allen's teeth were sore from being kicked, and Grace broke free immediately as soon as she let go of her hand, and she scrambled out of bed and ran towards the door.Allen hugged him back to the bed again, took off his nightgown with his hands and feet, and threw it away.

Grace yelled frantically, so frightened that Allen quickly pressed him down with his body, covered his mouth, and hurriedly warned in a low voice: "Be quiet, others will hear it!"

Grace stopped shouting, and stared at him with two big green eyes, looking at him with a look of fear and anger.

Like a cat, Allen suddenly had this idea, like a cat whose tail was accidentally stepped on.He felt distressed.

"Stop shouting like that, and I'll let you go, okay?" He asked as gently as possible.

Grace blinked and wiped away two tears.

Allen felt even more distressed, and let go of his hand cautiously and slowly.Sure enough, Grace stopped screaming, just turned over to face him, and curled up in a ball under him.

Alan felt that he was bullying, so he quickly pulled off the quilt to wrap the naked man tightly.He really didn't dare to look at it again, for fear that if he took another look, he wouldn't be able to bear it.He had to ask first.

"What's going on?" He climbed on top of Grace, put his hands under the body tentatively, slowly circled the whole person, and then shook it gently, "You have to tell me that's the case thing."

Grace buried her face in the sheets, "Didn't you see it?"

Allen frowned and pondered for a while, then said, "I saw it, but you have to make it clear."

Grace slightly turned her face to look at him, and found that he really didn't understand, not intentionally humiliating him; nor disgust, let alone curiosity.

He calmed down a little in his heart, but he was still a little sad, choked up and said, "Whatever you see is what you see."

Allen was dying of anxiety.

The two stared at each other for a long time, but it was Mr. Grace who was angry, "How can others understand it all at once!"

"Who else!" Allen was also angry, holding back his anger and asking, "Who? The king? Arundel? Who else?"

Grace passed the peddler Jerry and whispered, "... Sophie."

Allen's jealousy eased slightly, but he still looked annoyed, "Where's William? William doesn't know?"

Grace buried her face in the sheets again and shook her head.

"So, were you a boy when you were born?" Allen leaned down and asked in his ear, as if coaxing him.

"What do you mean 'when you're born'? Could it change in the middle?" Grace wanted to sound a little more powerful, not so pitiful.

"So, you've always been...but you..."

Grace shoved him back.

Allen smiled and took his hand.He still finds it inconceivable, "You are amazing, you have deceived everyone for so long. Why did you—" He suddenly stopped, his face gradually becoming serious, "Is it because of my mother? He hugged Grace tightly, and said "ah" in pain, "I'm sorry... Grace, I'm sorry..."

Grace suddenly felt extremely aggrieved, and cried depressedly under the sheets.

He only let out a slight whimper, but it was real grief.Allen kept kissing his hair and saying "sorry" to him over and over again.

Grace vented for a while, then gradually stopped crying.His voice became indifferent, "You, like your mother, both dislike me."

"……I do not have."

"You all treat me badly, you all bully me hard, look down on me, embarrass me when you see me, and the high-ranking servants of the church always make trouble for me, and the whole ground part of the house is full of bad things! Only William is a good man, only he is a good man..."

Allen listened with his head down. Seeing that he stopped talking, he kissed his hair again, "I'm sorry."

Grace suddenly felt bored, "Forget it, it's over."

"Why didn't you tell William?"

Grace pushed him away and sat up, the comforter slipping off his shoulders.Only then did he remember that he had been stripped naked, so he wrapped himself up angrily, and stared: "You're still bullying me now!"

"I'm not..." Allen explained in embarrassment, "I'm just afraid of you running away." He lifted the quilt up and wrapped Grace's neck tightly, "I just don't want you to go, I don't want you to go away." You're hiding in the corridors in your nightgown."

He saw that Grace was not so angry anymore, and he was secretly happy. He tentatively took his hand and rubbed it lightly on the back of his hand, "No wonder you like to wear pants." Now he felt that Grace's hands were much rougher than her face.

Grace snorted coldly, "Many women want to wear pants, but they're not allowed." But he didn't take his hand out of Allen's hand.

"You are also very good at mental arithmetic, and your memory is also amazing."

"Ah, that's it again. Women's intelligence is only at the level of children. But I've seen many women who are more intelligent than most men!"

"That's true. But you still like billiards, and you keep sneaking glances at my pipe. Are you curious about these things?"

Grace fell silent.

"What else do you like? Tell me, and I'll make it for you. I haven't told you yet, I've added a pool table to the house behind Crown Plaza just for you. Do you want to play? You Play whatever you want."

Grace squinted at him, beautiful green eyes from crying.

Allen moved closer, "I want to kiss you again."

He insisted on emphasizing the "again".Grace shrank back slightly, but she didn't hide too much. Allen caught up with him and gently squeezed his lips, kissed him tenderly, and then backed away.

"Don't you think..." Grace tilted her head to think of the right words.But he didn't want to use those ugly words on himself, so he asked him, "Don't you find it strange?"

"It's a little bit... I just can't figure it out. I just entered a place, right?"

Grace's face turned red suddenly, and she wanted to push him away, but she was pushed down on the bed instead.He pulled the quilt over his face, revealing only a pair of eyes, "Do you know what crime you are committing?" Not only incest, but also sodomy.Just thinking about it for a while made me feel terrible, and the green eyes became teary again.

"Do you also believe in the words of the Last Judgment?"

"But what if there is? Who knows? People who are dead can't tell us."

Alan thought for a while and said, "I never thought that I could enter that narrow gate, and I never thought that I would go to hell after death. But if you really want to believe that, then the two of us have already committed a crime... You can think that I persecuted you. I am stronger than you, and I succeeded by using you to wear only a nightgown. If there is a final judgment, you can use this argument to defend yourself. If there is a God, it must be a judgment The god of reason, it can listen."

Grace's eyebrows frowned slightly, and tears suddenly burst out like a bank.

Allen was a little flustered, "Did I say something terrible?"

Grace shook her head, unstoppable tears, long blond-brown hair spreading around his face.

Alan gently scratched his wet face with his fingers, thinking that he really looked like a girl at this moment.

"No wonder we didn't see it." He said, "You are different from us. Maybe you are more like your mother. I still have some impressions of your mother. I remember that she has a head of hair that is very long. Others I just think Can't get up...but I guess she must be very pretty."

Grace laughed as she cried, "Yes, she's beautiful. I think I'm pretty sometimes, too."

Allen also smiled, "What do you think of me? Am I pretty?"

Grace stretched out her arm from under the quilt and touched his head, "The hair is too short."

"Isn't short hair beautiful? I sometimes think I'm pretty."

Grace giggled.He laughed for a while, stopped, and said to Allen seriously: "You just said the wrong thing, but I seduced you, so—"

Allen gags him with a kiss so intense that Grace can't speak, so he can make the case: "Grace, if there's a hell, let's just be together .”