[Phantom of the Opera] In Praise of Iris

Irene's immature body is far from growing to the most attractive stage, but her heart is obviously not as young as her body-although the girl in love is lucky not to be "experienced" in certain things, but she at least Already vaguely aware of the most pressing needs of lovers.Like... a gentle and long kiss.

If you take the initiative to kiss me, my body and soul will undoubtedly belong to you!Eric subconsciously turned over and approached his lover's delicate face, but the little girl stubbornly refused to close her eyes and wait, so that there was still a touching green rippling between her fan-like eyelashes trembling slightly.

Green is really the most attractive color in the world, Eric confirmed again, but unfortunately, it seems to be the most crystal color in the world at the same time, so crystal that all ugliness can't be hidden in those bright eyes.

He saw the thick brown hair behind his ears like a beast, the rough sallow skin like a drum skin clinging to his bones, half of his lips swollen like a sausage, and... and the ironic white mask.

He had never been so close to his little Carol, so he had never seen clearly how terrifying his reflection in the girl's eyes was.No, his girl hasn't even seen his real face under the mask!And he had already admitted that what was hidden under the cold clothes would not be a surprise, but an even more terrifying ugliness.

"Eric?" There was always a lingering charm when the girl called out her lover's name in a soft voice.She looked as if she had expected something, her slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and besides her due shyness, she was also a little inexplicably uneasy.

Eric forced himself to restrain the urge to run away, choosing to carefully maintain an ambiguous distance from his lover.He gazed greedily at the girl's alluring green eyes—they were just as passionate as he'd expected them to be.It was under such gentle and warm affection that he was lucky enough to forget all the tortures of the world, so that his broken heart gained a moment of peace.However, those clear eyes so honestly framed all his ugliness.That was the original sin that he had forgotten but could never change.

"Eric, it's time for you to ask me to see you." The girl's tender little hands restlessly climbed up to the edge of the lover's mask, and the shiny skin and his dull complexion inadvertently formed a dazzling contrast again.Her voice was still so gentle and sweet, but to those who listened, it seemed that she had suffered the cruelest punishment.

This damn Murphy's Law!Eric's sallow face turned pale in an instant, and he subconsciously grabbed Irene's slender wrist, with such strength that even the not-so-spoiled girl frowned slightly in pain.

"Eric, you have to tell me to take a look at you." Irene quietly swallowed the sound of her mouth sucking back into her stomach, and persuaded softly, but there were rare words in her emerald eyes. resolute.

"No... my sweet girl... please... don't do this..." Eric trembled violently, a hopeless sadness hit him, and the flaws he had been accustomed to in the past made him feel at this moment A huge embarrassment.Yet he had no reason to be mad at his devoted lover, and all that remained was a feeble plea that sputtered from his throat.

"Okay, honey, let go, you hurt me." Irene stopped immediately, and the curving corners of her lips looked kind and cute.

"I'm sorry, little Carol." Eric's expression froze, and the strength in his hands relaxed until he felt that the little girl would definitely not do anything offensive, then he gradually stopped trembling and apologized a little nervously.

"It's okay, Eric. Anyway, you always want me to see you." Irene smiled sweetly and moved her hands to her lover's waist as a comfort, but Eric became stiff again.

If you still want to brand my body and soul with your own mark, then you must show me your truest appearance!Anyway, I don't want to hand myself over to a man who doesn't even want me to see him.Eileen didn't say a word that was unnecessary, but Eric had only to look into her determined green eyes to understand everything.

Yes, little Carol's eyes have always been clear and clear.It's not that you haven't seen her pleasing ability in the opera house, or the meticulous majesty when she handles the weavers, how can you expect her to treat everything about you like a little girl who is really in love Unaware of the ugliness and the concealment that goes with it?

As if being poured from the top of the head to the soles of the feet by a basin of cold water, the flames in Eric's eyes dimmed, and the kiss that might have come died quietly like this, accompanied by the sorrow that the master could not bear.

"I haven't raced like today for a long time - I'm tired, Eric. Sleep with me for a while." Irene's eyes reflected the face of her lover who was sadly away, and there were shallow ripples in her soft voice, and then All fell silent.

Unconsciously, the rain has passed and the sky has cleared up, and the sky between the mountains and forests is already full of stars.Irene was wrapped in a black cloak and curled up quietly on the side of the soft mattress with her eyes closed, and seemed to be fast asleep; while Eric hummed a widely spread lullaby in his lover's ear as if nothing had happened. His eyes were full of sadness that was immersed in the bone marrow.

Irene slept for most of the night, and when she woke up in the twilight of the morning sun, she saw the profile of her lover in light sleep—he did not share the only place here with her as Irene planned. Instead, she leaned perfunctorily against the protruding rock wall closest to her, blocking the piercing night wind and intentionally or unintentionally blocking most of the possible routes for her to leave quietly.And unsurprisingly, in a visibly flinching posture.

"What a fool!" Irene complained sweetly and distressedly, got up and covered her lover's bony body with the cloak.

"Little Carol?" Eric probably did not fall asleep until very late yesterday. At this time, he could barely open his eyelids and murmured in a daze when he felt the girl's fragrant breath.

"Go to sleep on the mat." Irene coaxed softly, "I didn't expect to find out that you were sick when I was about to leave."

Baby Eric, who was half asleep and half awake, was unexpectedly obedient. As soon as Irene dragged the mattress a little closer, he fell on the mattress together with the cloak.The long-lost softness made him hum comfortably before falling into a deeper sleep.As for Irene, looking at the hem of her skirt that was held tightly by someone at some point, she wisely gave up her plan to go out to wash up, and chose to sleep a little longer.

Irene woke up again when she was awakened by suspicious rustling noises around her. She soon found herself imprisoned tightly in Eric's emaciated arms in the form of an octopus.This is really not surprising.The girl thought sweetly.

Of course, at the same time, the white mask was already very close to her, so close that she could take it off as long as she stretched out her hand-although there was a small mechanism for fixing it, but for her this As far as outstanding bad students are concerned, it obviously cannot constitute any hindrance.She is even sure to take off the obstructive diaphragm silently, and then restore it silently, which will never disturb any sensitive heart.But... Irene feels the rare and stable posture of a lover, and after all, she silently suppresses the eager desire in her heart-of course the mask on her face is easy to remove, but if the master does not open it to you voluntarily, the closed heart will be opened at will. What's the point of a scar that never heals?

"Eric, wake up Eric!" In view of the lover's hug too tightly, Irene had to "struggle up" slightly in Eric's arms.

"Huh?" Eric hugged the soft and fragrant body in his arms very vigilantly—even the thin neck was fully utilized, and it was buried into the beautifully curved neck of his lover without warning.

"Eric!" Irene's collarbone hurt from being hit by his cold and hard mask - although his entire head was not plump, the area covered by the mask was obviously more uncomfortable.What's more, the girl heard those small voices gradually approaching, so Eric encountered the most unique way of waking up on this wonderful morning——Irene bit his thin shoulder hard in desperation, and through the thin The material of the clothes left him a row of small and neat bite marks.

"I thought you should remember that our current state is not so leisurely 'fleeing'. There are many other lambs in the spinner who have recovered and started to move around. I think, as a pair of qualified bait, We'd better be more dedicated."

"So even if no one comes to our door at all, we have to look miserable before we go into town?"

"Actually, it's unnecessary, Eric—I originally planned that Raul and the others would be found by the Shani family in about half a month. I didn't expect Philip to tune/teach those people more and more efficiently It's gone." Irene drank a few sips of the clear water prepared by her lover in advance, and mercilessly tore out a few holes in the gorgeous skirt that she had no time to change when she fled. Facing Eric with a sly smile, "By the way, you don't mind the small sacrifices in this plan, do you? I promise, this game won't last long."

"Don't you poor Eric still have the right to refuse?" Eric looked at the girl who had begun to ruthlessly create bruises on his arms and calves, and replied with a straight face, but he tore himself up without hesitation. The black cloth that remains unchanged for thousands of years.

"Then, move your noble hands and feet, my lord chant, you will like to play with the lambs of the French police station." When the girl's coquettish ending fell, the elegant figure like a cheetah had already disappeared. It quickly disappeared into the knee-high bushes not far away.And Eric, after a brief shock, actually pulled out a half-worn Bonka lasso from under Caesar's warm belly.There was no mottled blood on the light brown rope as Irene expected, only some scratches of different shades vaguely telling people what it had been involved in.

The silent sneak attack killed seven arrogant young people, and the deceitful appearance confused three fools with a sense of justice. There are still six strong and determined troublesome characters, and four of them are in the lover's noose trap. A lot of lives were lost here.Therefore, two opponents were left to deal with it head-on, exactly one for each person.

What a blessing!No one strictly asked anyone to be merciful, and no one was too frightened to become a cowardly quail that resisted all darkness.In addition to the sound of punching to the flesh, only the soft sound of Caesar chewing the grass leisurely was left in the quiet mountain forest.At the end of the battle, the girl approached her lover intentionally or unintentionally, and was satisfied to see her figure shining brightly in the opponent's eyes.

It would be too bad if we didn't learn to appreciate the beauty of the dark and unrealistically expect the pure beauty of the light in our other half.

"Hey, Eric, I'm much more efficient than you!" Before her lover's faint panting became obvious, Irene quickly resolved her target, and then logically approached the only remaining opponent in the field.The girl's platinum-blonde hair flashed across Eric's eyes like a shooting star, and then everything fell silent.

"Well, how do you want me to reward you? My lovely girl." Eric shook his sore arms without a trace, and looked gentle in the face of his lover's childlike showing off.

The author has something to say: Has this chapter become more fluent after the overhaul?It is said that the plot is dead, but people are alive, and there is not only one way to catch up with the progress hahaha.