The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

The two wrestled on the ground, looking at each other with hatred, their blond hair mixed with blond-brown hair, just like they had when they were kids.

Alan Stone didn't tease Grace every day when he was a child. He also had good times. Sometimes when he was tired from playing, he would hug Grace and take a nap in the grass.Once Grace woke up first, so she didn't move for fear of disturbing him, she just turned her head to look at the hair they had laid together.

He was bored waiting for Alan Stone to wake up, and played with their hair.Grace's hair was very light at the ends, almost the same color as Alan Stone's blonde hair, and he braided a strand of Alan Stone's hair with a strand of his own, which could have been pretended to be a human.

But he encountered difficulties when removing the braids. At that time, his level of braiding was worse than now, and the hair of the two of them became entangled and could not be untied.

After Alan Ston woke up, he unscrambled together with him. Their heads were close together. After a long time of unscrambling, the unscrambling became more and more chaotic.

Alan Stone gradually became anxious.When it came time for him to go home, the teacher who taught mathematics might already be sitting in the small living room of his house.

But he must not be seen playing with the little maid again. The servants would complain to Mrs. Brown, and Mrs. Brown would tell his mother.He knew that his mother hated the woman who had stolen his father's heart, and by the way the woman's children.

Finally, he lost his temper with Grace, cut off their tangled hair with a knife, and hit Grace on the shoulder with the handle of the knife.

After Alanston left, Grace sat on the grass for a long time, until the sun was not bright enough, and finally separated the blonde hair from her own.

This is a small living room, except for a small sofa, two high-back chairs and two small tables, there is nothing else.There is plenty of space for them to play to their full potential.

Sometimes Alan Stone was on top, and Grace saw his beast-like scarlet eyes from below, and his scorching breath sprayed on her neck, and Grace felt that her throat might be bitten by him at any time.

Sometimes it's Grace on top, holding Alan Stone down with her hands and feet, glaring at him with hatred, but there's nothing she can do about him—whether it's in terms of the current fighting situation, or the whole thing. .

Most of the time, the two hug each other and roll around on the ground, fighting for the top position.They are like two armies fighting fiercely, fighting to the death and vying for the most important high ground.But what is the next move after winning the high ground, neither of them had time to figure it out.

There was a time when Grace seemed to have the absolute upper hand. She rode on Alan Ston, pressed Alan Ston's hands with her body weight, and then punched that handsome face with her fist, but was stopped halfway.

Alan Stone completely wrapped Grace's fist with one hand, and there was still some spare time.He intentionally taunted Grace, and grabbed his fist, which was intended for attack, and slapped his face—it didn't hurt, just like teasing a kitten, holding its little paw to touch his little nose.

Grace was going nuts with his teasing, but as Alan Stone implied, he was overkill in fighting Alan Stone.His fist struggled in Alan Stone's hand, and his whole body writhed ridiculously.

Grace raised her head to bite Alan Stone's hand, her teeth just rubbed against the back of his hand, but she failed to bite down.But his behavior angered Alan Ston even more, and he grabbed the ruffles that had been stacked on his chest—because of the natural defect of his chest, these skirts specially made for him all had fancy necklines. To make his breasts look fuller—Alan Stone hated himself for realizing now, how could such clothes be for servants?

The two rolled half a circle, and this time Grace was crushed underneath.

Alan Stone whispered viciously in his ear: "Grace, I still think highly of you. I didn't expect you to sell yourself for the price of a skirt and a pair of leather shoes! But a mouse is still a mouse in a good robe, Do you think you can get rid of your humble status by changing the house? I tell you, Grace, even if all the old servants in Ston House are kicked out, I will still be there! I will always remember how low you are s things!"

Grace raised her hand angrily, but this hand was also grabbed by Alan Stone.

Alan Stone looked at Grace with anger and sadness in his eyes, but also deep disappointment, "Did you think about William when you invited others into the villa? He was so kind to you and gave so much for you. Did you forget that his last name was Ston?"

"My brother didn't want me first!" Grace shouted angrily.He hated Alan Stone for bringing up William at this moment, for making it sound like it was all his fault.He raised his head vigorously and bumped his forehead against Alan Stone's.Both of them were hurt, and at the same time they collapsed into a half-stunned state.

Grace pulled herself together first, and tried her best to climb onto Alan Stone and strangle him by the neck.But Alan Stone grabbed his wrist, so that he couldn't really use his strength, but he couldn't completely remove his hands from his neck.

"I'm going to kill you! I'll kill you too! Let you go and be with your Uncle Ward!" Grace growled with red eyes.

Alan Stone had already made some guesses beforehand, but he was still shocked when he heard him say that. He stared at him for a long time before murmuring: "It's really you...you killed him!"

"Damn him! He should have gone to hell long ago!"

Grace was thrown off by Alan Stone.

Alan Stone clenched his fists and stopped in front of Grace. His teeth were clenched and his fists were also clenched. The joints seemed to be filled with iron.His other hand gripped Grace's shoulder, digging his fingers deep into the flesh.

But Grace is no longer afraid, he is now a goat who has lost his mind in the fight, and only knows how to attack recklessly, using horns, hooves, and teeth.

Alan Stone is no better than him, he has such a strong fist, but in the end it just landed on the carpet next to Grace's ear; Use all your strength to entangle with it.

He imitated Grace, using his teeth, tore off Grace's collar and bit his shoulder.Grace screamed in pain and pulled his hair, but Alan Stone endured and bit for a few seconds before his teeth and lips left Grace's shoulders.There was an extra imprint on the snow-white skin, stained with blood and saliva.

It turned out that the two of them had been waiting for this one for a long time.

They writhed on the ground, and the sapphire blue skirt wrapped their legs together in the tumbling again and again, rolling into a blue cocoon.Their lower bodies seemed to grow into one.

When Alan Stone was in the military academy, he once read an anecdotal novel secretly brought by his classmates.One of the stories is about a deformed two-headed man. The story is very general, but the illustration left a deep impression on Alan Stone: the two heads share half of the body, separated from the waist, and they stare at each other .

The reason why this story left a deep impression on Alan Stone was because he had argued with his classmates whether it was one person or two people?

His classmates all thought it was a two-headed freak, only he thought it was two brothers who were forced to grow up together.They are forced to share the same thing forever, which leads them to hate each other, but cannot completely separate.

The two tried to free their legs from the tight cocoon, but they couldn't cooperate well, and it took a long time for Alan Stone to escape from Grace's skirt.

They were all exhausted, and tacitly took a temporary truce, lying on the ground panting, and consolidating their energy for the next battle.

"Grace, you flatter Arundel so much, but do you know what he is like? Have you heard of his deeds?" This time, Alan Ston took the lead again, "How dare you kill someone... ...you actually killed him..."

"Damn him! He deserved to die long ago! I should have killed him months earlier!" So Orisa wouldn't die!Sophie won't die either!

He didn't want to say it, he wanted Orisa to keep her secret forever, maybe it would give her some comfort.

But now he has only two weapons, lips and tongue, and even the most vicious curse can't calm the anger and hatred in his heart, especially when he knows that Orisa secretly loves the stupid bastard in front of him until her death!

"I'll tell you a secret." His voice suddenly dropped mysteriously. "Did you know that your Uncle Ward likes to sleep with young maids?"

Alan Stone was also staring at him with hatred, but his eyelids jumped in surprise when he heard this.

"He first frightened them, and then lied to them, saying that he would marry them. He promised her many benefits, but in the end he just took advantage of her for nothing. After she became pregnant, he still refused to accept the debt, regardless of her life or death..."

Alan Stone seemed to be frightened, his eyes moved from Grace's face to his stomach, and he was stunned for a long time before asking: "You... are you pregnant?"

Grace also froze for a moment, "No." He lay back weakly, looking at the beautiful silk newly pasted on the roof, "It's Orisa."

He turned his head and looked at Alan Stone, "Do you still remember Orisa? She is a little shorter than me, plump, with red hair, loud voice, very talkative, and her favorite dress is blue and white striped. Olisa Lisa got typhoid from a miscarriage... Sophie got typhoid from taking care of Orisa...Neither of them survived a winter."

Alan has an impression of that maid, she always stays with Grace, the two often laugh together, Alan Stone always wonders how they have so many happy things.

And Sophie, he also knew that it was the cook... He suddenly remembered many things from his childhood.

"It's funny how you must feel that Orisa's death was her own fault, that she was too gullible, and not firm enough to keep her virginity, and not strong enough to survive miscarriage and disease; you also think Ward is a kind and decent gentleman, and a capable housekeeper... But I am the opposite of you, I think he is an indecent hypocrite, and he killed Orisa, including Sophie." Grace snapped her fingers "The lives of the fetus, Orisa, and Sophie will be blamed on him. No one cares, only I care, so I have to avenge them."

"You know what's the most interesting thing? That bastard seems to be very religious, and he prays so seriously before every meal. Does he really believe in God? But he is not buried in the cemetery because the police convicted him, criminals do not deserve it There is a chance of resurrection, and even the step of God’s judgment can be omitted. They rolled him up with a sheet and threw him into the valley..."

Alan Stone sat up, turned Grace over, cut his hands behind his back, and pressed his head with the other hand to keep his face against the carpet, preventing him from turning his head.

Grace struggled violently, but at this moment Alan Stone was determined not to let him turn back.

He couldn't let the maid see him cry any longer.