The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

Alan Stone ran in with Grace's reply, and Grace was sitting by the window eating oranges.

Allen put the half-eaten orange aside to make room on the table and put the letter on it.He found that the letter paper was crumpled by himself, and quickly smoothed it out as much as possible, pointing to the date where the signature was signed and asked Grace: "Did you write this on January 1?"

"Yes," Grace followed his hand to look at the words she had written, and then at Allen, "You should have been on a snow mountain at that time."

"Read it to me!" Allen cupped his hand and kissed it passionately, because he smelled the sweet smell of oranges on his hand, he couldn't help kissing him twice more, "I want to hear you read it yourself! "

Grace lowered her eyes in embarrassment, fulfilled his wish, and read the letter of belief, including the signature at the end:

"Love you deeply, miss you every moment, Grace. January 26th, Year [-] of the Republic."

After reading the letter, Grace blushed a little.

Allen held Grace's face in his hands, trying his best to restrain the overly intense joy, trying to make himself look more stable and cute.He asked: "What did you write in your letter of January [-]? I've always wondered..."

Grace looked up into his soulful blue eyes and whispered, "I wrote, I love you too, love you deeply, please come back to me. And, give all my good luck You, you have no right to refuse."

"I have to refuse, all I want is your love!" Allen pressed his lips firmly to Grace's lips, "Because I gave you all my love! But my good luck is enough, your good Leave it to yourself!—Where's the letter of January [-]?"

Grace kissed him too, and her lips moved along her cheeks to her ear, whispering: "In the letter of January [-]th, I replied to you about Eva and Father Barnard, some outdated official affairs, and me and my little brother. About the portrait of Chris. At the end of the letter, I told you that you praised the beauty of little Chris' eyes, and I was very happy to hear it... Eva bought several popular novels after listening to you, but I found their merits , some of the scenery descriptions are very beautiful... Also, I wonder what your beard looks like, of course, this question is also outdated... I also mentioned my hair, I said, people think I look more beautiful with long hair , so I'm going to grow my hair long-this sentence is imitating your compliments on little Chris's beautiful eyes. I know you like my hair."

Alan kissed his hair and eyes tremblingly as he spoke, "...I didn't even know you liked reading novels..." He kissed Grace's lips vigorously again, "Why didn't you tell me this earlier? ?”

"I'm afraid you won't believe me, thinking that I only speak nice words to achieve my goal. Because as you can see, I am indeed such a person, and anything can be my means."

Allen still kissed him vigorously, "I will believe it...but it's not too late to tell me now! I'm so happy!"

"What about you? Why did you suddenly change your mind?" Grace tilted her head back, avoiding his overly violent kiss, and stared at him intently.

Alan looked back into his eyes, and after a while, he smiled, "Are you worried again? Afraid your enthusiasm in bed made me change my mind?"

He was so straightforward that Grace couldn't help but lower her face slightly.Alan held his chin to hold his head up, "I'll be honest with you, your enthusiasm really helped a lot...it reminded me how much I love you and made me realize that if I risked The risk of alienating you is to do something that you will regret later."

"But it's more than that. In fact, I'm not sure in my heart. I'm also afraid that I will fail...I'm afraid I won't be able to do it. I need your help..."

"I need yours, too," Grace said immediately.

Alan looked down at him with serious eyes, "I have to admit that you are more rational than me in many cases, and your insight into things and ability to foresee consequences make me feel that it is better to listen to your opinions than to be stubborn. arrange."

Grace smiled, "Then you want to hear my opinion on the royalist rebellion?"

Allen choked as if eating something, "Now?" He felt that they hadn't finished making out yet.

Grace bit her lips and smiled, her pure green eyes sparkled, and he fed a slice of orange into Alan's mouth, "You can wait until you 'gently' kiss me enough."

Alan tasted the sweetness of the orange, and lowered his head to "gently" enclose Grace's lips, "If this is the case, it will never be done."