The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

Allen gently returned to the bed, propped his head and carefully lay on his side next to Grace.He just went to get a towel, and when he came back, he saw that Grace had fallen asleep with the quilt rolled up.

He's exhausted, Alan thought.

he.

It was difficult for Allen to describe how he felt at this moment.It was like a dream, never been so happy.But in the dream, the person he had been longing for suddenly became someone else—from a woman to a man, or a boy.He couldn't help touching the long golden brown hair scattered on the pillow, still unable to equate Grace with other men.

But if it is said that Grace has changed, this statement does not seem to be rigorous, because he has not seen the place where Grace is covered by the skirt.It has always been like this there, and "he" has always been like this, as Grace herself said, he was born like this, but he didn't know it.Grace is still Grace, he doesn't change from one state to another.The state he left in the consciousness of others is all false, but he sees the truth.

This was the real Grace, the one he was hugging and kissing and making love tonight was the real Grace, more real than any of his fantasies had ever been.

Allen couldn't help picking up a lock of Grace's hair and kissing it to his lips. Soon, the kiss moved from the hair to the cheek.He restrained himself, afraid of waking him up, felt satisfied after just one kiss, and lay back down again.

The sky was already white, and the morning light came in through the curtains, but Alan was still reluctant to extinguish the candles, and he didn't feel sleepy, just staring at this extremely cute sleeping face.

He just watched Grace like this until he heard the sound of the next door opening.

He found that he had been waiting for this voice all along.The noise they made several times was too loud. If there was anyone next door, they must have heard it.

It turned out that he had been waiting for the door next door to open and close again, and then the footsteps stopped at his door.

He was not as brave as he thought, and the hand that buttoned the button was trembling slightly.He cursed in his heart, clenched his fists tightly, quickly buttoned up his shirt, tucked the hem into his trouser waist, and smoothed out all the wrinkles.

He took a deep breath, and was about to walk towards the door, when he turned around and combed Grace's loose hair together, and hid it under the quilt.In this way, from the door, one can only see the human figure under the quilt, but not the face.

After he finished these, his door was knocked three times evenly.

Allen opened the door expressionlessly, and William stood in front of him with almost the same face, but more haggard.

Alan looked at his brother and thought, even a quick march overnight, or a brutal war, would not torture people like this.

He almost regretted it.

But he immediately hardened his heart, and when Willem was about to look into his room uncontrollably, he moved to the side, blocking William's view.

So William's eyes fell on his face, and the two brothers looked at each other almost coldly, as if they had suddenly become strangers and enemies.

Allen took a step forward, and at the same time closed the bedroom door with his hand back.

William's eyes fell with the door, and the look in his eyes closed with the door.He was silent for a long time, and finally said, "I'm leaving."

Allen was not surprised that his voice sounded so husky.

"It's too urgent," he said to William. "It's just an order from the king alone. We can unite others to fight against him."

"The king wants me to go to the port to report today. I must hurry up and do a good job in the handover here. After I leave, the constitutional matter will definitely be delayed. You have to find a way to make it go on. The new civil law is also important. De La Salle The Earl is proficient in ancient Roman law, and Sir Laval is proficient in the "Code of Napoleon", these two are one of the greatest scholars of our time, and they are the wealth of the country, you must find a way to ensure their status."

"There is also the matter of reducing the number of mercenaries and increasing the number of soldiers in the country. Don't worry. This involves military service tax and military expenditure. The country's current finances are still tight. Whether it is increasing military expenditure or increasing military service tax, it is not advisable. Think long term."

"There is also the Capital Guard. After I am transferred, my troops will definitely be transferred soon, and there will be many people competing for this vacancy. I hope that your army can get a place. Although I I was transferred to the navy, but my reputation and rank are still there. I hope I can help you win the position of commander-in-chief of the Capital Guard. You are indeed too young, but you have experience in countering rebellion and won a big victory at the border. You are qualified."

"William..." Allen's eyes were hot, and he couldn't help calling him.

William gave him a sharp push!

Allen's back hit the wall so hard that he grinned in pain.He raised his head and saw that his brother's eyes were like beasts, filled with bloodshot eyes.

William grabbed his collar, full of anger but still asked him in a low voice: "Do you remember what I just said?"

Pulled by his collar, Allen nodded with his lips pursed.

"One last thing... After I leave, go to my room to get two things, and you will know what it is." William let go of his brother, "That's all."

Allen grabbed his arm and refused to let him go, "Have you nothing else to say to me?"

William asked him back: "If I tell you, will you listen?"

Allen struggled inwardly, and slowly let go.

But the entanglement in his eyes quickly turned into a fierce force, and he grabbed William's arm again, stronger than before: "I can make Grace happy!"

He mentioned Grace's name, and William's face trembled violently.William stared into his eyes with reddened eyes, as if trying to penetrate his eyes into his heart.

"People always say that you are like me, that you walk along my path. But I discovered very early on that you and I have completely different personalities... In fact, I have long wanted to tell you, don't use me as a standard in everything , you can be better than me... I only hope that if you find yourself making impulsive decisions..."

"It's not impulsive!"

William looked at him for a while, then brushed his hand away, "Don't forget the four things I said... and don't let... her... get hurt."

After William left, Alan entered his room and saw two things on the neat desk: a very lightweight skirt folded, and a pair of indoor loafers.

He walked over and grabbed the skirt tightly in his hands.He immediately understood why William knocked on his door: William was just afraid that Grace would run out of clothes and shoes for a while.