The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

With everyone's eyes focused, she held a bottle of vodka with three fingers and slowly poured it into the glass.

Vodka is the strongest alcohol in the world, and this bottle is even marked as high as 96 degrees. Even a battle-hardened man can't hold a few glasses down his throat, and will be drunk and poured into one piece.

Ivy, on the other hand, had a carefree look on her face, the sparkle of the wine glass was reflected in her clear blue eyes, and the halo was lightly rippling in her eyes.

"Miss Wellesley, you don't have to force yourself." Maybe it was because of the cigars he had smoked, Kevin's voice was a little hoarse, like gravel blown by the wind, and the hidden pupils meant nothing.

She bent her lips into a smile, looked up and drank the wine in the bottle without even blinking her eyes.

"It's not forced, it's just a normal performance." Her eyes met his gaze, entangled with each other's faces, and she could see the scarlet in his eyes, which was the color of her dress.

He picked up the glass of wine that she declined, lightly touched the rim of her glass as a gesture, and swallowed it close to his lips.

She is actually very surprised why he can maintain the elegance and dignity of the moonlight all the time, even in the most irritating situation, he will not lose his gentlemanly demeanor, just like a fox hiding in the iceberg, cunning and yet at the same time Indifferently hides its tail.

She intends to test his bottom line, she doesn't believe that there are men in the world who are as calm as water, who can't find any flaws to seduce or take advantage of, and seem to have no desire for anything or anyone, and it's hard to make ripples even when a stone is thrown into it.

The only things he is interested in may be money, status and titles, but these things are the most important thing for him.

He was the first opponent to make Ivy helpless.

But he should have been invulnerable forever, but it was a pity that he met her.

Wanting to win or lose, she put down the wine glass in her hand, the end of her eyes was scarlet, but the eyes that were originally clear were now covered with a drunken blur, like a wick swaying in the wind.

Immediately, she fell into his arms, and the two were close to each other, but now there was no gap, and their bodies were stuck together without any hesitation.

Although her eyes were hazy, she stared at his pupils soberly.As she threw herself into her arms, she diverged for a moment, but immediately returned to calmness.

She could clearly realize that the body she was sitting on was tense at the moment, restrained her subconscious reaction, and forbearably refused to reveal her master's emotions.

He can even continue to play whist with others, playing cards smoothly and neatly, and he doesn't seem to be affected by Ivy in any way.

Without her joining the game, he actually won smoothly. It seemed that the brain didn't think about it at all. He threw a card at random and won the other's big point with a small point. Robert gave back all the chips easily.

Robert's teammate in this round was Arthur, poor at playing cards, he lost all of Ivy's previous wins, his juvenile face was flushed, and he glanced at the opposite master's arms in a little bewilderment Lying sister.

Today's scene was really beyond his expectation. Even though the two people in front of him were dressed in serious clothes, they looked like standard gentlemen and ladies, but the atmosphere was particularly fragrant for some reason, as if they could be melted into the tenderness that melted into water at a glance.

What's more, the little duke, who was used to indifference, did not push his sister away uncharacteristically, which made him at a loss as to what to do.

Wanting to pull my sister up, even the master didn't say anything, and it's not good to bother me.

But just allowing my sister to be presumptuous on others like this, it seems that I have not fulfilled my brother's responsibility.

In the entanglement, he was absent-minded, even the hand that played the card was trembling, and he didn't have the heart to think about how to play the card.

Kevin didn't know if he was taking advantage of the fire to rob. His mind was incredibly calm, and his mind was working very clearly. He suppressed the disordered Arthur, and he was willing to admit defeat before the game was over.

"Mr. Duke has superb card skills. Forgive me for being stupid. I really am not your opponent."

"If you concentrate on the game, I must be the one who admits defeat." Kevin replied with a smile.

Listening to the ding-dong sound of the silver weights being pushed back and forth, although Ivy didn't use her eyes to look, she already guessed in her heart that her brother was being bullied.

She couldn't help cursing secretly in her heart, and couldn't help exerting a little more force.

The slender fingers climbed up his bare skin beyond the neckline, like a weak and dark dodder, greedily sucking nutrients from parasitic plants to survive.

She was exploring where his bottom line was, and how long he could tolerate her presumptuousness.

But to her and everyone's surprise, he seemed to turn a blind eye to her teasing, allowing her fingertips to brush the corners of his lips, the tip of his nose and the deep browbones smoothly, like an ocean embedded in them.

And she is trying to provoke this turbulent tsunami, wanting to see if the turbulent waves will splash and wet her bare toes and submerge the whole body.

Pressing the slight disappointment, Ivy gently clasped his neck and buried her face in the socket of his neck.

She intentionally rubbed his fair skin with her breath, and lightly touched the arteries in his neck with the tip of her nose, almost uttering every word on purpose.

"Mr. Duke, I've overestimated myself." Her tone was soft and weak, as if she could collapse into his arms like a ball of water as soon as she let go, "I'm drunk, what should I do?"

"I've already reminded Miss Wellesley, and there's nothing I can do about it." His voice came to his ears unhurriedly, with the fragrance of cigars, like a bend of wine that can be intoxicated into the abyss without vigilance .

His voice when he called her surname was extremely lazy and deep, with a drawn-out ending, which was unexpectedly sweeter than ever, as if a new moon was born to catch her ears.

"Ivy? Wellesley!" In an instant, a sharp roar broke the silence that everyone deliberately lowered, like a glass window was suddenly smashed.

Miss Thurman was so angry that she almost went crazy, she couldn't hold her back no matter how much her friend could pull her, she stood up furiously: "You really don't want to—"

However, before the word "face" was uttered, anger and astonishment blocked his throat for a moment.

Kevin stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat off the forehead of the woman in his arms. As if he didn't hear Thurman's anger at all, he raised his head and called the servant: "Philip."

"Do you have any orders, Master?" The servant bowed in response.

"Hot a glass of milk for Miss Wellesley to sober up."

The back of his hand was cold and without warmth, and seemed to have no emotion at all. When he stroked his forehead, he was careless and indifferent. Outsiders looked tender and deep, but in fact, only Ivy herself realized his forbearance and restraint.

The tense strings are about to explode, and the scent of spices in the air slowly spreads.

"Forgive me for not being able to accompany you." She put her ear next to his and blew softly, "I'm leaving."

She suppressed the fleeting smile, quickly withdrew her hand, and left his body neatly, her feet landing on the ground very quickly.

"Brother, it's getting late, we should go."

Arthur was taken aback when he heard the words. Seeing that his sister had already walked to the door, he hurriedly said goodbye and followed, and disappeared from the sight of everyone in the living room together.

The author has something to say:

Just ask if you're sexy!

As long as I don't get reported, I can continue to add more exciting emotional lines, I like to play the bourgeois extravagance and decadence!