The magic of love
After a long while, their lips parted.
Fors shoved Lorry away abruptly, looking at him with a mixture of anger and delight, breathing rapidly like a fish out of water. "Are you trying to murder me?"
Her eyes sparkled, and a strand of her brown curly hair fell perfectly across her cheek, making her skin appear even whiter and her features and face shape even more beautiful.
The air was filled with the sweet Citrus Scent as she spoke, exuding a strange, alluring Enchantment that combined languor and innocence.
Lorry slowly smiled, his voice hoarse and low as he said, "I can't bear to."
After saying that, he lowered his head and kissed her again.
Compared to their initial intense passion, where the two young people awkwardly released their enthusiasm, this time they were much more adept at it without any instruction.
Some things seem to be innate and don't need to be taught.
At this moment, time loses its meaning, for the protagonists of any love story, who wish this instant could last forever.
When they separated again, Fors let out a soft "hmm" with dazed eyes, her body going limp as if she were suffocating, and she could only barely stand by relying on the man's embrace.
Suddenly, she felt a lightness in her body as she was lifted up in a hug.
Similar scenes she had written about flashed through her mind, causing her heart to tighten instinctively, her body to tense instantly, and her hands to clench the hem of her clothes.
He wondered—how should I react?
Lost in thought, Fors's cheeks, which had just begun to flush, were once again covered in a deep blush, making her even more charming and alluring.
Suddenly, her back hit a solid support.
The familiar touch instantly pulled her from her reverie back to reality, making her realize that she was being manipulated by a man on the Living Room Long Sofa.
On the Sofa — Fors's anxiety grew.
Just then, she saw Lorry lean down and gently place a kiss on her forehead, followed by a soft laugh, "Too fast."
While relieved, Fors felt a sudden pang of disappointment for no apparent reason.
"You rest here, I'll go out and buy some herbs to brew some medicine to reduce the swelling." Lorry rubbed the woman's smooth skin...
He said, looking at the back of his hand.
"Wasn't that because you were too rude at the beginning? You weren't gentlemanly at all, you were like a bull." Fors said irritably.
The writer used the most straightforward metaphors to express her feelings.
She paused, then added with a slight smile, "But I really like it—"
As she spoke, her expression changed slightly. She noticed that Lorry's gaze had fallen on her lips again, and her heart tightened as she felt a faint phantom pain there.
"Maybe next time," she said pitifully.
Lorry stared at her intently for a good ten seconds before finally managing to look away, grabbing his coat without turning back and hurrying out the door.
Clatter
He closed the door, stood in the cold air, exhaled forcefully, and rubbed the back of his neck a couple of times with a wry smile.
It hurts a little.
He felt he needed to buy some more ointment to treat the bruises.
Night fell.
Hugh dragged his tired body into the Living Room and immediately saw his friend writing at the table. He and Albert at his feet blinked at the same time.
"Are you two Provocation me?" Fors snorted irritably.
"Ahem!" Hugh, as if he hadn't heard, stood at the junction of the Entryway and the Living Room, thoughtfully looking his friend up and down. "Did something good happen? You seem very happy."
Fors's face flushed slightly, and her Brain raced as she found an excuse. "Have you forgotten that he's being awarded Lord tonight?"
"That's not you either," Hugh muttered to himself, carrying the groceries he had brought back to the Kitchen, intending to make some toast with vegetables and ham for dinner.
"When that guy's not home, there's no big meal, not even a sip of hot water," she thought to herself as she fiddled with the stove.
The two of them, one in the Kitchen and the other in the Living Room, chatted occasionally. As the aroma of food filled the air, the Red Moon unknowingly climbed higher.
"Dinner's ready!"
Hugh placed the homemade sandwich on the Tea Table.
"Mmm," Fors replied casually, without making any move to get up.
She was thinking about a key plot point and considering how to handle it to make the whole thing more harmonious, not wanting to be distracted and interrupt her train of thought.
Hugh didn't say anything more, took the two sandwiches to the Balcony, tossed one to Albert, and slowly ate the other while enjoying the cool night breeze.
"Don't you think Fors acting a little strange today?" Hugh glanced back at his friend, who was frowning in thought, and asked while eating.
Albert looked thoughtful, then shook his head. "I don't think so."
"Stupid Dog," Hugh pondered, "Let me put it this way, Fors has been in a similar situation before. His novel got stuck on a certain plot point, and he just couldn't figure out how to continue writing it."
"At times like these, she usually doesn't fight with herself; nine times out of ten, she chooses to use nicotine to help herself obtain spiritual energy."
feel.
But that's not the case today.
As she spoke, she leaned down and whispered, "Did you notice? The pen in her mouth is almost chewed to pieces; it's covered in marks of all sizes. What does that tell you?"
Albert rolled his round eyes and guessed the reason. "She ran out of cigarettes and was too lazy to go out and buy more?"
"Uh," Hugh shook his head, "That might have been true before, but recently that guy brought back a lot of really good tobacco leaves."
Albert sighed. "Hugh, can you just say what you want to say directly? Or do you think showing off your intelligence in front of a dog gives you a sense of superiority?"
Hugh was silent for two seconds, then stood up with a dark expression.
This guy is just as annoying as his owner! Thinking this, she strode into the Living Room, pretending to go get some food, and secretly...
Stealing glances at my friend.
"Ahem—" Xiu initiated the conversation, "Have you encountered a difficult plot to write?"
"Yes." Fors glanced back at his friend with a wistful look, his gaze sweeping over the sandwiches on the Tea Table. After a moment's hesitation, he put down his pen and walked toward the Long Sofa.
"Then why didn't you get inspiration from Cigarette this time?" Hugh asked cautiously. "Did you finish smoking the rolled cigarettes?"
"Shall I roll one for you?"
Don't try to tempt me!
Fors rolled her eyes at her friend, shrugged, and said, "I've quit smoking. Those things you mentioned should be in the trash can on the street now."
"Quit smoking?" Hugh looked at her suspiciously, then suddenly chuckled, "How many days do you plan to stick to this time?"
Fors ignored her roommate's sarcastic remarks and said in a tone that Fors couldn't understand and felt unfamiliar with, her gaze wandering with a different kind of brilliance, "Hugh, you know what? I'm absolutely certain of something right now."
Love truly possesses an indescribable magic; when you truly fall in love with someone, you will do anything to become a better version of yourself.
You'll understand later—