Phedra Elizabeth noticed something unusual, Phedra Elizabeth did not fight back, or simply struggled to save her physical life. It seems Phedra Elizabeth is also expecting Duncan Hiddleston to do something. Duncan Hiddleston reached up and touched Phedra Elizabeth's neck, removing the mantle covering the flesh. Phedra Elizabeth pressed her lips to Phedra Elizabeth's neck. Skin-to-skin contact caused Phedra Elizabeth and Duncan Hiddleston to both falls into a state of heart palpitations. Duncan Hiddleston kissed Phedra Elizabeth's neck, then took a light bite, leaving only a red mark but not causing any pain to Phedra Elizabeth.
"Just come here today." Duncan Hiddleston returned to his sitting position.
"So do you want to continue the story? Are you buying time? I'm not interested in waiting." Phedra Elizabeth looked reprimanding, displeased with Duncan Hiddleston's actions.
"Isn't it? It's never been like that before, no matter how much I like someone, I never thought I'd have so much skin-to-skin contact. This is the first time I've offered myself. This is ridiculous." Phedra Elizabeth touched her best friend's cheek.
"Is it that hot?"
"It's still very pink. You just put on makeup, didn't you?"
"Don't talk nonsense. You won't understand. Don't stare at me." Phedra Elizabeth shyly turned away.
"So cute. Rarely do you have an expression like that? I love it." Duncan Hiddleston was poignant, teasing Phedra Elizabeth's mood at the moment.
"Stop joking around. I don't like seeing your expressions."
"I'm really happy. I'm glad you feel the same way about me as I react to you. I can show you how."
"All right. I don't want to verify, I don't need to verify. Stay away from me. 3 meters away from me."
"Okay." Duncan Hiddleston laughed loudly, touching Phedra Elizabeth's hands-on Phedra Elizabeth's cheeks.
"I want to hear more. I don't want to talk to you anymore. You're laughing at me."
"I'm not laughing at you. This is a happy smile. I still want to bring you into the world of my uncle's stories. I think this story has brought me unexpected success."
"I'm fighting against reason myself. Although I hate to see the male lead smile like that. But honestly, I'm really happy. My heart is also lighter. Finally, the male lead also laughs. A real smile. heart." Phedra Elizabeth glanced at Duncan Hiddleston with deep eyes, and a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Phedra Elizabeth's lips.
"Finally, our relationship has shown signs of progress. I feel a huge transformation coming from you for me. We see the actual recording, maybe it will be more interesting."
"Give you a million of my love."
Duncan Hiddleston lifted his body, looking for a videotape of Uncle Duncan Hiddleston's journey through time. There are many tapes sorted by color, most will be pink or red, and some will be black or gray in a very melancholy.
"Did your uncle record the whole process?"
"I'm sure my uncle did it for many reasons. Perhaps above all, he wanted to preserve his memory. To tell the truth, he wanted to be evidence if the other party played a trick, assassinated my uncle."
"Children's thinking is no different from you."
"Why do you say that? I'm much more mature." Duncan Hiddleston casually patted Phedra Elizabeth's head.
"Do you need my help?"
"No need. Everything is in order. I can completely determine the safe and appropriate position for the development. Be good. You just have to wait for me."
After a long search, Duncan Hiddleston turned the tape toward the light. His face became more excited. Duncan Hiddleston took it, kissing it lightly even though it was dusty.
"That tape?"
"No. This is a tape of my growing up. Are you interested?"
"I'm sure it won't."
Duncan Hiddleston lowered his face, his expression also changed, no longer as happy as when he had found the tape.
"Because I have seen the presence of the results of maturity. This is the most important milestone in your maturation. And now you are the most mature version. I think I liked it. doubt it."
Duncan Hiddleston heard these words, a little suspicious but honestly blooming flowers out of season. Duncan Hiddleston happily took the tape hidden behind his back.
"Okay. It's time. Departure."
Basil Henry put on his clothes, took Benedict James's hand, and led him to a place that was a little luxurious and magnificent. The picture of nature that appears before Benedict James's eyes in the evening is described with two very evocative features. A tired bird, looking very sad, flew back to the forest to find shelter. A lonely, lonely cloud hovers in the sky. Beautiful scene but slightly sad with each other very harmonious. Only two strokes, describing a little but evoking a lot, have brought out the soul of the scene, the ancient poetic is very creative, taking the point of drawing the face, taking the left, and moving to evoke a vast, immense sky, an infinite space. same silence and solitude. A late afternoon full of nostalgia, with the golden color of the sunset but a bold classic with many thoughts and ambitions.
“What did you bring me here for?” Benedict James looked at the scene in front of him and suddenly asked.
The sun retreated to the small attic under the cliff. The mischievous suns still danced the last notes on the low bushes, and then went home. The light becomes softer, like early morning. However, in that late-day light, there is something warm, orange-yellow, that makes people relax more than the dynamism of the early morning. In the distance, flocks of birds flapped their wings and flew back to their nests. There are a few small birds, still longing for a ripe berry, trying to linger a little longer and then quickly flying in the flock. Occasionally, the winds pass through the foliage, evoking a rustling sound, carrying the scent of the earth, of rice, of plants that are ripe in the sun of a long day. That's exactly the scent of the grasslands that our forefathers used to say.