The night was dark and there were no lights.

The two men had stared at each other from this plain, and at this time, the two men had returned.

Pique himself didn't know why he had come here after rushing out of the mayor's house, everything seemed to be predestined.

The noise in her ears finally died down, and Hasgar, dressed in a white dress, looked at the plain around her, looked at the cabin in front of her, and then leaned over and was picked up by Peake from the back of Big Black Feet.

There are only two people here, a donkey. A log cabin, a yard of wood.

Everything is in peace.

Pique has started his strange life here, sweated here, and learned the name of his beloved princess here. Sometimes, he would come here to clean and go into the cabin to feel the silence.

Neither Haysja nor Peake spoke, and Peake led Haysja into the hunter's courtyard before looking back deeply at the colorful big black feet.

Before entering the hunter's hut, Peake seemed a little nervous at this time, and he said very quickly: "Do you remember what I told you? I said that I cut wood in a hunter's house for a month in order to know your name, oh, you see there, all the wood I cut it out, and this is also the log from which I made the nobleman's cane, and I once opened a carpenter's shop, and I used it to make a lot of copper coins. I completely underestimated its value though, and it wasn't long ago that I learned that it could earn me gold. It's nice to get a copper coin, but who doesn't love it?, and I told you that I was once bitten through the palm of my hand by a golden python in this wooden house...... "He talked about it, but when he said this, he saw that the door of the wooden house had been pushed open, and Hasjia's figure seemed to have disappeared into the wooden house.

He looked around, then walked into the cabin.

Peake found the candle in a familiar spot and slowly lit it on the low table, a faint dim glow that lit up the limited surroundings.

Peake saw a pretty figure in the room. She just sat on the bed, and all the air around her seemed to be beautiful.

I once lingered in countless flowers, I once had pain and frustration, and I had experienced all kinds of bizarreness, but they all disappeared when I saw this pretty face for the first time.

The moment time stood still, he knew his mission in this world, the most primitive mission of mankind.

He doesn't know how to be in love, and every time he sees her, he will follow the most ignorant throbbing in his heart and do things that even he doesn't expect.

From summer to autumn, they returned to this grassland.

From the first time we met until now, Pique knows that the feeling inside of him has never changed.

The seeds of love have been cultivated for countless times, taking root and germinating in his heart, giving birth to countless beautiful emotions, which prompted the birth of this love story.

Peake came to her. As if afraid of disturbing the air around her, his movements were extremely gentle.

It wasn't the only physical contact between the two, but it was definitely the most intimate.

The most natural, Pique's hand slowly stroked her smooth and fair face, without the slightest hint of disharmony, and at this moment, even the surrounding air was filled with a sweet smell.

Finally, Pique let out the tension in his heart, and when he felt the softness and elasticity of her face, the electric current of excitement in his mind spread throughout his body.

Hayser took his slightly trembling hand.

For some reason, her eyes began to blur.

At this moment, she seemed to be back in the sea of golden flowers, and a magical and strange feeling filled her entire body. From top to bottom, her heart began to heat up.

Naturally, she didn't know that her feeling came from a glass of fruit wine at the banquet, from a small blue pill inside the fruit wine.

Following her inner feelings, she took the initiative to take the wide-eyed Picka into her arms.

Peake could smell that her sweat was fragrant, with the aroma of plants and fruits.

Peake felt that her body was soft, and he didn't exert any strength, but with her embrace, the two of them sank into the bed.

She was wearing a white gown, and he was wearing a white suit, which was now sunk on top of the white sheets, and everything was in natural harmony.

Peake didn't understand that, and Hasgar didn't understand it. But under the influence of some mysterious force, Hasjia seems to be a little active.

The faces of the two men were so close together that Peake could smell the scent she exhaled.

It's a skill that no one ever taught, and it's never been publicly put on the table. Therefore, the movements of the two people are a little rusty, but fortunately, everything is developing in the direction of harmony.

Under the dim and beautiful light, what is illuminated is a more dim and beautiful scene.

There is the most primitive human beauty here, and there is an emotional eruption accumulated by two people.

Lingering, tossing, intertwining, overlapping.

What they do is something that everyone has to go through, and it's a task that only two people can do, but Pique prefers to think of it as a mission.

It is the overlap between the lives of two people.

He wanted to embrace her forever, to experience this moment forever, day or night, whether it was a strong wind or a shower outside. It's so forever, it's so eternal.

She wanted to fuse him into her body, perhaps from the throbbing of life tens or hundreds of thousands of years ago when life was first born, and it was a source of secrets deep in her blood.

Blood has a memory, and all ancient traditions are remembered by blood. What humans don't understand, they can learn from blood. All postures are natural, and so are all fates.

Time here is anomalous, occasionally becoming rapid, like their movements, with no specific frequency or setting. Both of them are exploring the beauty of the unknown, and they are both moving towards the same goal.

It was a silent march of two people, without any slogans, without dominance and subordination. The two are learners, learning in exploration and diving into the unknown. This is where coordination becomes even more important, as if one person advances too fast, the other will lose his way in this unknown battle.

Yes, it's a fight, a battle as if there is no rest, and they don't want to rest either. Pique didn't want to do it very much in his heart, if he could, if he wanted to continue this "battle" forever and forever without hurting the other party, he wanted to live day and night, he wanted to be all the time.

Haysjia didn't want to stop either......

Movement is eternal, but also static.

There is no absolute motion, let alone absolute stillness.

Everything belongs to tacit understanding, and everything belongs to the beauty and harmony in the hearts of two people.

Rhythm and sound produce the most beautiful combination, like the pupils that hug each other and look at each other. He wanted to use his own blue pupils to record the beauty of all this.

Originally, Haysjia didn't want to look at him at this moment, but the combination of the two people's bodies made their hearts also unite, which was a zero-distance union. So, she felt his heart. Then through the window of her heart, she felt it more pertinently.

Not only is it a window to the soul, but there are many things that the two people have in common. Invisible and invisible energies spread, flow, exchange, and merge in the bodies of two people.

Countless strange sensations were transmitted to each other from those common windows, and this was the victory that the two of them deserved in this battle.

In fact, it has nothing to do with victory, after months of accumulation, the beginning already means victory, a doomed victory.

Pique felt that he had been rewarded for his victory, and that all the effort, sweat, and time had been worth it. What he didn't know was that the feeling of victory was much stronger and more lasting for the other party.

The feeling is substantial, violent, shareable, and the performance of the external world is of a trembling nature.

In a place that two people can't see but feel deeply, the most wonderful fusion of life is produced.

The wonder of life is such an illusion, which is always hidden beyond the visible eye, hidden in obscurity.

Peake wants to keep exploring this unknown world, to explore things in the haze, but since the two have completed the union in their souls, he feels the girl's exhaustion.

Silent battles take place at the same time, beginning in a gentle way, bursting out in passion, and finally ending in a gentle way.

The power of the fruit wine slowly cooled in Hasja's body, and her conscious consciousness gradually returned, remembering everything that had happened before, and in an instant, a wave of heat burst out of a mysterious area, burning her face red.

At the same time, Pique felt her strength resurge. Staring at her eyes that had curled into soft crescent moons, Peake leveled the deep kiss between her eyebrows.

He took her and opened up a new battlefield......

In Haysjia's dreams, she had never experienced such a scene, and everything tonight was destined to mark a mark in her dreams for the rest of her life.

Her dreams are colorful and begin in a place called the Flower Prairie.

Ignoring the calls of Sherlock and Uncle Roald, she skirted the white marble columns, ran through the long corridors, and walked quickly down the steps carved with tulips, and finally she ran out of the classic and beautiful manor.

The manor is in the flower grassland, so after she ran out, she naturally poured into a sea of flowers.

Countless precious flowers are the resident elves here, and she lingers among the flower sea elves, and soon, she is contaminated with the smell of elves, and she also becomes a happy elf.

At this time, Haysjia was very small, only seven or eight years old, which was also her happiest age, carefree, and everything was accompanied by flowers.

This is the flower grassland, and she is the princess of flowers.

Countless colors are even more amazing because of her, and from the moment she walks into the sea of flowers, countless flowers seem to come to life.

There are butterflies such a dream-like color fluttering in front of her, she runs, countless butterflies become her little tail, as she runs together, she laughs, countless butterflies begin to dance, forming countless wonderful fantasy patterns.

The beauty of this moment is something that Hasjia has experienced, familiar and wonderful.

A butterfly landed on her shoulder, and you didn't have to look at her to know that it was a colorful butterfly, because every time she returned to the flower meadow, she greeted herself.

"My dream has come true," she said to the colorful butterflies. "It was all what I wanted, and I felt more secure than I had ever felt before. ”

The colorful butterfly could not speak, but as if it felt her happiness, it flew around her several times.

"It's been a long time since I've been back!" she said with emotion like an adult, "It's been a long time!"

"Ever since I grew up, all the good colors have disappeared from my eyes. ”

The colorful butterfly felt her back, landing on the tip of her petite and pretty nose, which was slowly becoming sour, and vibrated her wings, as if trying to suppress her sad emotions.

"Hahahaha!" her laughter made the whole sea of flowers sway and dance again.

"Hasjia, I'm back for dinner. "Baron Hajvi Yakel found her in a sea of flowers.

When she saw her father, she didn't know why a strong sadness suddenly appeared, and she wanted to go over and hug him, but the figure slowly faded like light and shadow......