Camellia camellia

Chapter2

Everything is being prepared step by step, and Camelia still spends day and night in the big study upstairs, but she will always tiptoe back to the bedroom before dawn, take off her heavy tiredness and lie down next to her lover , staring at her beautiful eyebrows and eyes carefully for a long time, until she was extremely sleepy and closed her eyes drowsily.She is very clear that the time she can be with Mirjia is running out, and she wants to do her best to imprint this moment of happiness in her heart, deep in her bones.For Camelia, Mirga is everything, and she will try her best to protect this little bit of happiness. Besides, even if "they" coerce her to hand over the entire Camellia family, this No proud grand duchess would frown.

But she knew better than anyone else that without this hypocritical shell, without "they", she would not be able to protect Mirjia even if she put everything she had.Because——when Irina came to the Mirror Lake Manor from the main house, an old friend of the Camellia family asked her to bring a shocking news in private.

Thinking of this, Camelia bit the pen holder fiercely, pondered for a long time, then buried her head and wrote quickly on the papyrus.

And since that conversation, Mirga didn't seem to have any unusual reaction, and guarded Fran peacefully as usual.The only insistence happened a few days ago when Mirga witnessed Camelia violently chasing away the maid who was delivering dinner in the study. At that time, she stood at the door of the study for a while, but Camelia didn't notice it at all. There was another person standing outside—her desk was full of thick documents and books spread out, which almost blocked half of her vision.Afterwards, Mirga went to the kitchen to make dinner again and brought it home herself.In the end, Camelia had no choice but to succumb to the lady's scorching gaze. She put down the quill in her hand, got up and walked to the coffee table aside, and took a few sips in a daze.

Camelia knew that she could not embarrass her no matter what. Regarding Mirga's performance, Camelia really had nothing to criticize. In fact, this was the only thing that made her feel at ease among the continuous troubles recently. of.This time, she might have really convinced her.

She returned to the desk and just picked up the pen to continue studying, but saw Mirga still sitting there.

"What's the matter, do you want to tell me something?"

The blond young woman paused, and when she saw the unconcealable fatigue on her lover's face, she couldn't help but finally said, "Carly, if there is anything that can be useful, please tell me."

The owner of the Mirror Lake Manor put away his impetuosity, put down his pen, folded his hands on the table, and looked at her quietly.

Mirjia still stood there motionless and quietly, with a firm light shining in her dark eyes, her right hand clenched her fist and lightly touched her left chest. "I hope you don't have to worry about my position. This body already belongs to Raeditrael, just like my sword, it belongs to you completely. Everyone knows this." She said in "Everyone" [-] The pronunciation of the word is emphasized on this word.

Camelia thought for a moment, then nodded solemnly. "I see."

Seeing that Mirga's face softened slightly, Camelia felt a warm feeling in her heart.She waved at her: "Come here."

When the young lady came to her, the Grand Duchess crossed her hands and leaned against the back of the chair, staring at her with a smile on her face.Mirjia felt unnaturally stared at by her naked eyes, and she naturally read some long-lost emotion from Camelia's eyes, so she turned her head away, a blush oozing from her cheeks.

"Dear madam, as you can see, I am very tired now, would you like to do something for me." Camelia put on a serious expression.

"What can I do for you?"

Camelia squinted her eyes to appreciate Mirga's face turning red, which made her suddenly want to tease her: "Go get a glass of water."

"...Okay." Mirga froze, obviously it was slightly different from what she thought.

How could Camelia miss the moment when she let go of her slack as she turned around?Looking at the tense back of the former Supreme Knight, she couldn't help showing a smile from the bottom of her heart that was at least rarely seen recently.

When Mirjia came back to her with a cup, Camelia had already changed into a lazy posture, and her young body wrapped in Chinese clothes looked even more blurred and moving under the cover of night, her pale fingers were ruddy. Rubbing back and forth on his lips, raised his other hand, tapped the cup, his eyes were glued to Mirjia, the air seemed to freeze at this moment, "Obviously, I don't have the strength to hold the cup steady, this is my favorite If the skirt is splashed with water, it will be ugly, tell me, what should I do?" She blinked, pretending to be embarrassed, and easily threw the question to the woman in front of her.

When Mirga's lips touched Camelia's, the warm water from her mouth poured into her mouth that was in desperate need of irrigation like a flood gate.They were so close, the sound of gurgling and swallowing was especially harsh in the empty and quiet room.At the end of the song, they gradually separated. When Camelia could clearly see the trembling eyelashes of the blonde woman, she hugged her neck and hooked her back in front of her. What awaited her was an affectionate kiss.They explored between each other's lips and teeth. Although they were speechless, their dexterous tongues seemed to pass silent code words to each other. Only the two of them understood the language of love.Camelia loved Mirga licking her lips so much, her arrival was always light and her parting would be pressed hard, which made her very happy.Every time before she got tired of the same longing, Mirja always provoked a new wave of tremors as if she understood her little thoughts.

This made her love and hate, just kissing can make her feel as if in a cloud, and her body can't help but relax.

She was really tired, so tired that she even resisted making out.But Mirga never asked for it. Today, she provoked it on her own initiative. Although she had already thought about it, the possible intentional teasing this time could only be stopped. Due to the recent severe lack of sleep, Camelia did not There is not enough physical strength to pay for a hearty (harmonious) love.However, she seemed to have slowly begun to feel it.The consciousness in her mind gradually blurred, she closed her eyes, only the senses left to induce the body to feel, the body became very heavy, and the sense of touch became more sensitive.

The ribbon on her chest was untied, her tight chest gradually relaxed, and her shirt was gently stripped off until she was attacked by the coolness.Then a hand climbed onto the back of her head, slowly descended along the curve of her neck, lingered on the collarbone for a long time, and then touched her chest with warmth.The obvious calluses at the tiger's mouth made her tense up, but then a soft and creamy kiss made her relax her limbs again.In her mind, the appearance of Mirka under her appeared in a trance, with a shy (harmonious) spring expression. In order to reward her, she smeared a transparent flower with saliva on the chest of the heroic knight with a smirk. flowers, and now, she is doing the same thing.What a narrow-minded revenge, Camelia thought, with an arc at the corner of her mouth.

Ah...found!Camelia thought to herself.

The punishment that came with it was that when her shoulders got cold, the soft cloth was peeled off like a budding flower. Although Camelia hated the cold, she did not dislike this experience. Under the allowed conditions, this sudden stimulation will be more enjoyable.

The warm hand passed through the gap between her left arm and her body and caressed her back. Since the restraint of the corset was reduced, Mirga's hand could almost reach under her clothes, and Camelia moved slightly. The body changed to a more comfortable position.

Fortunately, I didn't wear those troublesome things today.Camelia suddenly had such an idea, and she actually laughed out loud at the thought.

The movement on her chest suddenly stopped, but before she could react, the source of that laughter was snatched away by a scorching thought.This time it was obvious that she had used force, which was Mirja's silent protest against her distraction for no reason.

"Go on." Camelia escaped a word from her throat.

After receiving soft affirmation, she felt a pair of warm hands moving behind her back until her clothes came loose.Camelia's hand slipped from the other's shoulder, but was firmly held again.She likes to hold hands with her, all the time, anytime, anywhere.

Today, she unexpectedly obediently followed that person's mercy. If she wanted to be in the past, she would have to wrestle even to remove her clothes before agreeing to nod.Camelia felt like she had been peeled away layer by layer like an onion, and it didn't take long before only a petticoat was left hanging loosely on her body.Even with her eyes closed, she could still feel the burning gaze of the people around her.

Camelia opened her eyes and met those dark eyes.

She cupped her face and touched the tip of her nose intimately.

But it didn't take long for Camelia to find her lover stopped moving.

"Why did you stop?" Camelia softened her voice and asked softly.

"You need to rest, I'll carry you upstairs to sleep for a while."

Hearing such an answer, Camelia froze for a moment and suddenly laughed, the branches of her laughter trembling, and Mirga looked at her with some doubts.

After she stopped, the female lord's blue eyes seemed to be covered with mist, or some other emotion.

Mirja, yes, this is the Mirja she loves so much.

She glanced at the desk that was spread out, and said, "Okay, you can take me back, but...you can't be lazy."

Thinking of the beautiful scene just now, Mirjia blushed again. She nodded, stood up and walked behind Camelia, took a dark blue coat from the hanger, took it back, and put it on Camelia. Then he bent down and picked her up.

On the way back to the bedroom, Camelia suddenly pinched Mirga's cheek and said coquettishly: "I don't want others to say behind my back that I abused the bride of the Camellia family, the mother of my son." With a daughter-like demeanor, Camelia always doesn't need any disguise in front of Mirga.

"Are you taking Fran's jealousy?" Mirja smiled, "Or are you implying to me that you have always maintained a reasonable weight?"

"Perhaps there is a third possibility." Camelia made a gesture of silence: "I think Fran will definitely inherit her mother's excellent bloodline and become a well-deserved strong Fevendar."

Camelia felt Mirja's body tremble, and just as she was expecting Mirja's reaction with a smile, a soft voice came from her ear, "Carly, don't you forget what happened before I left?" Bar?"

"..." She has this kind of magical power, just using a few words can make Camelia's face burn red all of a sudden.

Yes, before Mirga left for the expedition...of course she remembered.

After finally gaining a moment of tranquility, Mirja evoked a satisfied smile, and walked towards their common bedroom—the red hall—with the girl curled up like a kitten in her arms.

The author has something to say:

I think mutual push is the most beautiful...

I did a really stupid thing, I replaced the character names in that paragraph with the nicknames of me and my lover, and the effect after the replacement was really unbearable.Probably... If I was seen, I would have the same fate as Camelia.Ah la ah la ~ quickly delete it.