Wait, this isn't my car to kindergarten! Emma, who felt that the direction had turned 180 degrees, subconsciously wanted to jump out of the car, and just struggled to retreat a centimeter, she was taken back by a strong force from her waist.

As a model of a gentleman, Mr. Darcy would never show his body like an uncivilized beast, kept a safe distance from people, and even maintained an absolutely pure relationship with his fiancée, which could pass God's test of purity in front of the altar, and in Emma's point of view, he never showed any physical desire. This causes Emma to sometimes ignore Mr. Darcy's gender-_-||Once, in a private chat, Mr. Darcy said that he was drenched in a terrible mess when he was hunting one autumn, and that there was nothing in the hut that was easy to find, and that he had developed the habit of letting the servants go to the nearby hut to put some firewood, water, and blankets before hunting, and Emma immediately said that it was a good habit, but it was a pity that the hut she had taken with Georgiana was under the hillside where the two had fallen, and it was not within the normal hunting range, otherwise she would not have tore her skirt and bandaged her wounds. In good conscience, Emma spoke of tearing her dress very calmly, just as she had talked about it with Georgiana. But now that Emma was asked to talk about it, she would never be able to say it calmly.

The feat of Mr. Darcy who had been beaten by the wall gave Emma the illusion that the strength of the two was an order of magnitude apart. But now, the muscles of the arm around her waist tensed, like a piece of pig iron wrapped under the warm skin. Emma, who can't move at all, intuitively feels the difference in strength between men and women.

It didn't feel good to be completely suppressed and waiting to be disposed of, and intellectually Emma knew what Mr. Darcy wouldn't do, but the feeling of being at the mercy of others and powerless to resist made her a little uneasy. However, after waiting for a long time, Mr. Darcy just stopped there without any next move.

Emma was relieved and suddenly enlightened. Wait, it's a good thing that the fiancé who has coveted it for a long time wants to jump into the bowl by himself. Emma rubbed her hands together in her mind and pulled out her old driver's card. Maybe something different today, like a French kiss? She tentatively licked Mr. Darcy's lower lip.

"Shhh The tightened arms again made Emma almost scream. Mr. Darcy stared at her condescendingly, his pupils dark, almost dark due to the backlight, as if he wanted to swallow her whole into his eyes.

Emma was a little blind, and tried to back out again, but to no avail. Tentatively pressed a closer, Mr. Darcy pursed his lips and stopped her. It wasn't until Emma was completely quiet that Mr. Darcy's tense facial lines softened and his arms relaxed. Although he did not speak, Emma swore that she had seen the approval in Mr. Darcy's eyes, the same kind of praise that his mischievous child had given him when he was finally willing to sit down to read, and that it would have been a "good one" if it had been described in words.

Emma suddenly understood what Mr. Darcy had just done in a series of seemingly contradictory actions. Mr. Darcy had always been very shy and palatable, but she really shouldn't have seen him as a cutie who would just lay flat with a push. Mr. Darcy did not allow her to retreat just now because of the desire of his heart, and not allowing her to go further was to control the bottom line of pre-marital etiquette. In fact, Mr. Darcy, who has a very strong personality but usually compromises because of love, finally can't help but regain the initiative after being teased drunk. To tell the truth, if you are flirtatious now, you may have to pay it back in the future.

The next day, George, whose brain was forced to shut down and his memory was cleared, went downstairs at noon, and got a dissatisfied look from Emma as usual, and went up to admit his mistake sincerely according to the custom, and got a cup of love awakening tea according to the custom. George gave Mr. Darcy a smug look and drank the bitter tea. Everything seems to be running in a normal orbit.

Ignorant people are as ignorant as animals, but also as happy as animals. Mr. Darcy said in his heart. He also drank a lot, and he still remembered the first half of last night, but he forgot what good things he did when he got drunk. But there is always a little uneasiness in my heart.

Judging by the facts, George, who knows nothing, is indeed happier. If he knew what he had happily explained yesterday, he probably wouldn't have been able to show the bright and stupid smile on his face now. For example, because I'm afraid of getting married, I keep being coquettish or something. George, who has always thought that he is a wise and reliable brother in the eyes of his sister, also has beautiful fantasies today.

After lunch, George opened a few letters that the messenger had brought with him today. One of them was a gesture of goodwill from the church. The goal has been achieved, the enemy has basically no possibility of turning over, and George has been very cold to this kind of wooing lately. He casually placed the letter on his left-hand side, ready to reply to a few official words in a moment.

Emma noticed the church logo on the envelope, raised her eyebrows, and placed the teacup on the left to the saucer on the right.

The eyes of the two silently exchanged a moment. George put the letter that had been thrown to the left and put it back to the right, pressing it to the bottom.

Emma and George's exchange was silent and short, and no one noticed, except for Mr. Darcy, who had been secretly watching him from the beginning. Yesterday's George's resistance to marriage, and Emma's attitude to the church's letter today, Mr. Darcy strung together two things in a calcium carbide spark. He probably knew what Emma was trying to do.

Mr. Darcy was right, Emma was ready to support George. She didn't think there was anything wrong with George's choice. As an adult with his own values, George certainly has the right to choose whether to love or not to love. If being single makes him happier, while love and marriage only make him worry and suffer, there is nothing wrong with being single. Many people may look at such an alternative choice with strange eyes, but as long as George has enough wealth and high enough status, no one will show malicious speculation in front of him. Emma is willing to give George more companionship and love, saving him from loneliness until the end of his life.

Such unconditional support and love made Mr. Darcy inevitably a little envious. Emma and George had a very good relationship, he had known it for a long time. If the strongest emotional catalyst is selected, there is no doubt that they can easily win the championship after experiencing life and death together. The brother and sister, who were originally quite estranged, became one of the most important people to each other. Understanding is understanding, vinegar still has to be eaten.

Mr. Darcy's expression didn't change, but the air pressure around him was a little lower. The "Mr. Darcy's radar" above Emma's head beeped, there was a situation! Although I don't know why Mr. Darcy was suddenly in a low mood, it was basically nothing more than those reasons. Eat George's vinegar and worry about not being recognized by George...... Wait, isn't George getting involved a bit often lately?

Mr. Darcy apparently closed his finished book and stood up, intending to put it back in the upstairs study. The way back happened to pass by the chair where Emma was sitting. Emma's first instinct was to secretly pull the book in Mr. Darcy's hand. The small range of movements will not be noticed, a little ambiguous but not too rude, and it is a good way to appease Mr. Darcy.

However, Emma's hands were stretched out, and she retracted as she remembered something.

Mr. Darcy, who had been keeping an eye on Emma, said, Could it be that he was afraid of being discovered by George? Mr. Darcy, who had gone back and forth from the second floor and still hadn't figured it out, thought it should be George's pot. Just avoid George next time. Mr. Darcy didn't take this anomaly to heart.

Although it was basically right to find the culprit in the past, George was really innocent this time. Mr. Darcy soon discovered that this was not an accident, but a beginning. Before he got married, Mr. Darcy felt that he had fallen out of favor.

That's right, it's a fall from grace. Walking side by side on the staircase that was not spacious enough, sneaking into Mr. Darcy's fingertips, walking back and forth in the hazy garden of the night, inadvertently slowing down and approaching Mr. Darcy's arms...... Everything Emma was once passionate about, starting with that drunken night, disappeared without a trace.

Emma looked at the reflection in the mirror and silently encouraged herself that the heavens would descend on the people, and they must first cultivate themselves until they got married. Mr. Darcy looked at the reflection in the mirror and quietly wondered, could he have become ugly all these days when he wasn't looking in the mirror? No, he couldn't sit still.

The two of them, each with their own thoughts, bumped into each other at the door again.

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