ride on the back of a dragon

"Is that like?" Hill asked.

Carat was startled, yes, did she say it by accident?

He bowed his head guiltily and didn't make a sound. Fortunately, Hill didn't give up, and turned around with Fleur in his arms.The two quietly walked towards the green town in the distance, one after the other.

Carat wasn't lying.He didn't dislike what happened in the bathroom of Dawn Castle. It could even be said that it was an enjoyment beyond his imagination.He used to despise the luxurious life of those nobles. He stubbornly believed that indulging in sensuality was absurd. He didn't understand why those people gave up their ambitions and became depraved.But now, Carat felt that it was probably because she didn't understand the temptation of real desire at all.

This incident caused him great doubts and wavering, especially when he found that the thing that frightened him the most was not that the object of his first experience of desire was Hill, who was his best friend, but that he began to worry that the other party would not agree with him. Will he be angry, will he despise him, will he alienate him because of this matter.On the contrary, there seemed to be nothing embarrassing or uncomfortable about the matter itself.

Fortunately not.Hill still watched him as usual, was close to him, and only gave him patience and good temper.

In the past two days, Kela looked at Hill in a daze, intentionally or unintentionally. Occasionally, the two people's eyes met, and the other party would not expose his guilty gaze.He even began to feel affectionately that Hill looked at him differently from other people.

"Carat." The child's voice was soft, and Cara was interrupted by Fleur. She looked up and saw the pink face resting on Hill's shoulder smiling at him: "Carat, blushing." Hill really ...He said not to spoil her, but he still kept the little thing firmly in his arms.

"...Close your eyes and go to sleep." Ke stretched his hand to cover the pair of bright golden eyes, the child's eyes were clear and straightforward, and he felt the panic of being spied on.

Olive Town is not big, and most of the dozens of families have their own olive orchards.The only hotel was in the center of the town, and Klath felt that something was wrong after thinking about it.He stopped Hill from entering the town, and hugged Fleur from his arms: "It's better not to go. In case someone really hunts us down, the less people have seen us, the better." These strangers did not know each other. The reason is that they hide their whereabouts, and Carat really doesn't want to hurt anyone. The best way is to simply not create opportunities to meet.

"Okay, then I'll go buy something to eat, you and Fleur don't show up, go around this olive grove and find a place to wait for me." Hill turned to leave.

"Where can I wait for you?" Carla asked.

"I can find it anywhere." Hill smiled and pinched the back of his neck.Carat always felt that this person laughed more than when they first met.

Watching Hill leave, Carat hugged the little girl who was babbling and humming along the path between the hills by feeling, and heard the sound of a waterfall in the distance and followed the sound.He was so hungry that he wasn't hungry, but after driving all night, he desperately wanted to take a bath, and looked down at Fleur, who was also in a mess.

"Let's go, let's wash it for nothing." Carat lowered her head and said to Fleur, "You didn't do anything, and you are dirty anyway." Carat wiped the corners of Fleur's dirty mouth, leaving a layer on her fingers The reddish-brown dust actually has a bit of a spicy taste.In the rush last night, Carat didn't notice when she got herself dirty.

The little guy grabbed his finger and was about to stuff it into his mouth. Carat hurriedly withdrew her hand and tapped her forehead like Hill did: "Dirty! No way. Where are you going to steal it?"

Fleur covered her forehead with her small hand, and Clara saw her mouth deflated and her eyes moist again.

The legendary tyrannical fire dragon seems to cry more than ordinary children. He quickly untied his backpack, slapped a large piece of meat and stuffed it to the little guy: "No, this is for you. Don't cry, and don't tell Hill, okay?" ? Otherwise, he should blame me for pampering you, and maybe he will teach you a lesson." Carat smiled helplessly: "Fleur, you are so self-willed, what are you going to do after we are gone?"

The dragon is no different, at least the one in his arms is the same as all human and small animal cubs. It loves to cry, admits life, is greedy and afraid of loneliness.But she is destined to have no companion.

"Why are there no other dragons in this world?" Carat felt that the creation of the heavens was too sloppy. At least, at least one more dragon would be good. It's always good to rely on.

The sun hung a rainbow in front of the waterfall, and the water surface was steaming. This turned out to be a natural hot spring.

Carat found a flat rock on the shore, and stacked the backpack and Fleur side by side.The little guy was so sleepy holding the meat, he tried his best to hold his eyelids.Carat took out a handkerchief from her bag and soaked it in the water, took the jerky from the little guy's hand and wiped her face and dust from the palm of her hand before returning the jerky to her: "You eat here, sleepy Just sleep for a while, I'll go down and take a shower. Don't run around."

"Don't run around." Fleur repeated his words vaguely.

"It seems to be much smarter than when I was a child. It's a pity that I don't like to be clean." Carat pinched her little nose, went to the side, took off her clothes and entered the water.The water temperature is a bit high, just enough to relieve the fatigue of the long-distance trek. Carat dare not go far, and pays attention to the situation near the rock at all times.It didn't take long for Hill to find him.Carat swam back to the shore and saw two loaves in his arms that were bigger than his head.

"Don't you eat meat?" Carat knew that Hill had always been a person who liked meat.

Hill took a big bite and showed him that the rich stuffing inside the bread couldn't be hidden. Carat smelled the aroma of minced meat and the unique smell of green grass that he had smelled before. A black fruit.

Hill picked one and fed it to him, it was a little sour.

"Black olives. A specialty here." Hill asked him, "Do you still eat them?"

Carat nodded, and saw Hill breaking a piece of bread and handing it to his mouth against the light. The fingertips were covered with a thin layer of fat, and there was a sweet and thick aroma, very appetizing.At the moment when he opened his mouth to bite, the hand was easily dodged, and Carat's upper and lower teeth collided for nothing. He suddenly felt that Hill's action was like playing with an animal by the water, biting angrily. Hill didn't hide, and he bit his finger hard.

"Does it hurt?" Carat quickly let go. He grabbed Hill's hand and saw his teeth marks left on the big toe joint: "Why don't you avoid it?"

"It doesn't hurt. Open your mouth." Hill smiled and stuffed the piece of stuffed bread into Clark's mouth.A drop of oil was squeezed out of the stuffing. Walking past Hill's index finger, Carat saw him raise his hand and lick the knuckles of his index finger inexplicably. A kind of bread with a different taste, and the always sensitive sense of smell and taste is not enough.

Forget it.

Carat really couldn't figure out these messy emotions, swallowed what was in her mouth, took a deep breath and dived into the water, enjoying a rare moment of peace in the picturesque scenery.

Fleur went to bed when she was full and ate when she was full, Hill pinched her tender arm, but the little guy didn't respond at all.

He leaned against the rock, silently watching Kela rising and falling in the water, like a graceful mermaid.When he jumped out of the water, his pale golden hair was covered with water droplets, and the sun shone brilliantly, making the throats of those who watched it tight.The chest was throbbing, but Hill knew very well that it was not affected by the passion period, but those emotions that humans are proud of and feel that they are different from all other creatures.He originally thought that dragons would not have such useless psychological needs. In his impression, it was an excuse for weak creatures to gather together to find support for themselves.But after meeting Carat, he also became like a human being, not only having emotional needs, but even occasionally thinking about the future.

This makes him feel panic, because his future is doomed without Carat.He couldn't imagine watching Carat die with his own eyes decades later, like all the creatures that had appeared in his life and left in a hurry, being gradually forgotten by him.Can he really forget this person?

"Carat, come here." He took out a small paper bag from his arms.

"Huh?" The mermaid dived over in response, and emerged wetly with both hands grabbing the ground at his feet. The water flow gathered from the hair and eyelashes and meandered down the skin along the collarbone and shoulder sockets exposed to the water. Hill's shadow was reflected in his silver eyes, and he could even see the sky and rainbow shadow behind him.

The sailor who was deeply seduced by him took out a green fruit: "Sugar olive, do you want to eat?"

"Is there only one?" Carat asked him with her face raised.

Hill was taken aback, this brat is always thinking of others.

"Yeah." He nodded, and calmly threw a paper bag of green olives into the grass behind him.

"Then you eat." Carat said, and was about to sink again.

"Let's eat together." Hill stuffed the olive into his mouth, looked at Cara's eyes that suddenly widened, and plunged straight into the water.

Carat didn't dodge, as if she was afraid that he would fall, she opened her arms and hugged him.

If it's too much, no one will get hurt in the water.

No one had ever looked after a dragon like this, and Hill felt that he was growing spoiled by him.

"Ahem, it's too, it's too dangerous, why did you jump down all of a sudden." Carat seemed to have choked on some water. They stood facing each other in the water at the level of the collarbone. Hill bit the pitted sugar olive in half, It was given to Carat with a kiss.

He couldn't remember how many times they kissed. Carat's breathing seemed to be stagnant for a moment. He gently pushed the olive over with the tip of his tongue.The sugar from the fruit peel gradually melted between the lips and teeth of the two of them. Hill licked Carat's slightly stiff lips and tongue, convinced that the two of them were equally awake this time.

After the accident in the bathroom, Carat avoided his gaze intentionally or unintentionally. Hill hoped that this was not his own illusion, so he mustered up the courage to try it out. This feeding action was very redundant, and even if Cara was stupid, he would not be able to find anything else. There is no way to avoid such obvious feelings.

Hill loosened his elastic lips, chewed his half-sour fruit and swallowed it. Except for the moment of entrance, it was not sweet at all.Carat also swallowed half an olive with difficulty, with a look of indigestion: "I don't like the taste..."

"It seems that many people in the town are buying it." Hill washed his face casually, and prepared to climb ashore with his hands.But a hand behind his back grabbed his waist and pulled him back into the water.With a splash, the water splashed onto the rocks, as if disturbed by them, the sleeping Fleur wrinkled her face and twisted a few times uneasily, but she didn't wake up.

"You wash it seriously. I don't know when you can take a shower." Carat blushed: "Take off your clothes. I'll go up first."

"Why didn't you hide just now?" Hill turned around and reached out to smooth Shun Kela's long hair.

Carat took a deep breath: "... Hill, you seem to like kissing me very much."

"Yeah." He didn't deny it.

"That's it..." Carat still avoided his eyes.

"Huh? What's that?" Hill didn't understand.

"Because you like it, I didn't hide." Carat tilted her head, as if thinking about something.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Carat couldn't help looking over with erratic eyes, the bright silver shimmering in the sparkle: "I seem to be unable to refuse you from the beginning, I thought it was because you were my first friend. "

"original?"

Honeymoon:

K. Abstinence Little Fairy La's self-reflection.