Toxic GL

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Although the climate here is pleasant all year round, it is very suitable for living and recuperating, but young girls like Livian don't like this place that is a bit far away from modern technology in her opinion.

After all, she was only 16 years old, and the only thing Livian found pleasing to the eye here was probably the garden behind the villa.

It was a very spacious garden with all kinds of flowers. Uncle Yerevan liked to raise flowers, and he loved German lilies of the valley-this is also Livian's favorite flower.

Probably this is the only similarity between her and her uncle.

Thinking so, she slowly pushed open the iron gate of the garden.

It's been lovingly cared for, with pale pink rosettes blooming on the shrubs freshly pruned by the gardeners.

There is still some morning dew standing on it, which has not been completely evaporated by the sun.

Livian stretched out her hand and couldn't help wanting to touch it.

"I advise you not to do this." A female voice suddenly sounded.

Livian was taken aback, and turned around to take a look.

It was a very beautiful strange woman with red hair and blue eyes, not American, but European.

Livian had never seen this woman before.

Her lips with red lipstick were slightly raised, and a pair of blue eyes were looking at Livian unblinking, as if she saw something new.

She was lying on a wooden recliner, with a thin blanket covering her lower body, and a magazine on her knees. She seemed to be out to read and bask in the sun, and she looked a little lazy.

"Who are you?" Livian took two steps back.

"That seems to be my problem," the woman laughed. "Look, where did this girl come into my garden?"

"Really?" Livian didn't panic, she smiled and said, "Although I don't know what happened, but this seems to be the villa of my uncle Erivan Windsor?"

Hearing this name, the lazy smile on the woman's face gradually subsided.

"Oh, uncle, you are her niece," she said.

"Niece," the woman repeated in a low voice, "oh, yes, of course it's his villa here, but the garden is mine—at least at this moment, it belongs to me."

"What?" The other party's attitude was so casual that Livian felt it was ridiculous, "Who the hell are you?"

"If you really want me to tell you," the woman put down the magazine in her hand, her fingers were long and slender, and she wore a ruby ​​ring, shining in the sun.

She walked towards Livian and said softly, "My name is Shalena."

She smelled of perfume, which was a very aggressive women's perfume, mature and charming, with a light, seductive charm.

"I know who you are now," Livian said, "You are Uncle Yerevan's lover."

"You're very smart," Shalena laughed, "Lover, maybe you can use this word, but to be honest, such an intimate title doesn't belong to me and him, okay——now I'm asking the question, what's your name What about the name?"

"Livian." She told her without hesitation.

"Why don't you let me touch these flowers?" she asked again.

Salina's eyes fell on those pink and white roses, and she said: "Your uncle never allows others to touch them, he will be very angry."

In her impression, that man has a rather weird temper. He doesn't get angry or curse, but when he is angry, he always gives people an unspeakable sense of suffocation.

And Sharina hates this feeling.

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Livian reached out and pinched one, crookedly pinning it to her ear.

"No," she laughed, "uncle is never angry with me."

Salina wanted to say something, but at that moment, she closed her mouth.

She even thought maliciously: What a naive and ignorant girl, she should be punished.

But she already vaguely knew in her heart that the secret and indescribable feelings in her heart were hard to express.

However, she didn't get what she wanted.

After Livian had browsed almost all the gardens, Yerevan arrived late.

He was carrying a ball bag in his hand, followed by two tall boys.

Uncle Yerevan was nearly forty years old, but he still looked good. He was tall and tall, and his movements were vigorous.

"Uncle Yerevan." Livian waved at him.

"My princess." Yerevan came over, reached out and touched her head, and then he naturally saw the rose flower.

"Is this the rose in the garden?" He said, taking the flower from Livian's ear, carefully pulling out the thorns, and pinning it up again for her.

He said, "You have to watch out for the thorns."

Livian didn't care: "I'm not afraid."

Yerevan said, "But I'm afraid."

That was a scene Shalena had never seen before—Yerivan had never been so gentle and kind to herself, as if he really seemed like a qualified uncle.

"Sharena," Yerevan turned his gaze to the woman who had stood up from the couch, "You seem to get along well with Livian."

"She's a smart girl." Salina responded, and then smiled.

That smile is lazy and coquettish, very attractive.

That is not pretentious, but a natural style.

But only Shalena knew that Yerevan asked indifferently, and she was just putting on a pose.

"I'm going to the ski resort with them," he said, pointing to the two boys, "You're going to stay at the villa with Livian for a few days—do you know what I mean?"

The hint of warning revealed in his words didn't make Sharina feel uncomfortable.

She smiled and said, "Okay."

Livian said, "Uncle, I don't want to stay here, I want to go skiing too."

"Your health is not good," said the tallest of the two young boys, he reached out and touched the top of Livian's head, and said softly: "When you recover, we Go together, and Willis will be with you later."

Livian didn't speak, but nodded slightly.

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Yerevan is not a very careful person. He is not married and has no heirs. Several nephews and nieces are not treated equally, but most of them are very fond of them.

In the evening, he and the two young boys packed up and set off immediately.

After sending them off, Sharina and Livian took a walk in the garden.

She turned to Livian and asked, "Where did you live before?"

Livian said, "Los Angeles."

"Your parents are dead, why don't you live with your Uncle Yerevan, he likes you very much." Salina lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and exhaled the smoke.

Livian chuckled, looked back, her blue-green eyes looked hazy under the moonlight, she said: "After my parents' plane crash, my uncle wanted to take us here to live, but we refused. .”

"Why? You like this garden." Salina said casually.

"But I don't like anything here except the garden."

Only then did Shalena put down the cigarette in her hand, and looked straight at the girl in front of her—she was actually very beautiful. Although her facial features hadn't grown to the best moment, one could already imagine how charming she would be when she grew up .

Sha Lianna suddenly asked: "Have you ever had a boyfriend?"

"what?"

"You are 16 years old, have you ever had a boyfriend?" When she said this, she couldn't help but reach out and touch Livian's face. With a hint of red.

The smell of a girl.

Sha Lianna laughed: "Looking at you like this, you should have had it before, the one with the blond hair, or the one with the brown hair?"

Livian said in disbelief: "That's my brother, I think you know it."

"Yes, yes, I know," Salina laughed, "I was just teasing you."

"You are really..." Livian said, and couldn't help but say, "You are incredible."

"A lot of people say that," Shalena said. She moved her face closer and asked in a low voice, "What's his name?"

"what?"

Sha Lianna did not explain, she stretched out a finger, and slowly poked into the hem of the girl's jacket.

The touch of the skin is like fine silk, which makes people linger.

That is the unique texture of girls.

Livian took her hand—her cheeks were flushed.

"Just once," she said.

Sha Lianna seemed to find it very interesting. She tilted her head slightly and said with a smile, "Where is it?"

"library."

"This is really a good place," Shalena couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Livian raised her hand and ran away in a panic.

She never came to the garden again.

Ah, she looks calm, but she's just a shy little girl.

Standing in the night wind, Salina couldn't help thinking.