Didn't really like Uncle Yerevan's villa in Michigan.

Despite its year-round climate, which is ideal for living and recuperating, young girls like Livien don't like what she sees as a place that's a bit far removed from modern technology.

She was only sixteen years old after all, and the only thing that Livian found a little pleasing to the eye was probably a garden at the back of the villa.

It was a very spacious garden with all kinds of flowers, and Uncle Yerevan liked to raise flowers, and he loved the German lily of the valley - which was also Livian's favorite flower.

Probably this is the only similarity between her and her uncle.

Thinking so, she slowly pushed open the iron fence door of the garden.

It is well cared for, and the shrubs that the gardener has just trimmed are covered with pale pink roses.

There was still some morning dew standing above it, not yet completely evaporated by the sun.

Livien reached out and couldn't help but want to touch it.

"I advise you not to do that." A female voice suddenly sounded.

Livien was startled and turned to look.

It was a rather beautiful strange woman, with red hair and blue eyes, not like an American, but more like a European.

Livian had never seen this woman before.

Her red lipstick lips were slightly upturned, and her blue eyes were looking at Livien unblinkingly, as if she had seen something new.

She was lying on a wooden chaise longue with a thin blanket on her lower body and a magazine on her lap.

"Who are you?" Livien took two steps back.

"That seems to be my problem," the woman laughed, "and behold, where did this girl break into my garden?" ”

"Really?" Livian was not alarmed, she smiled, "I don't know what happened, but this seems to be the villa of my uncle Yerevan Windsor?" ”

Hearing this name, the originally lazy smile on the woman's face slowly retracted a little.

She said, "Oh, uncle, you are her niece. ”

"Niece," repeated the woman in a whisper, "oh, yes, of course this is his villa, but the garden is mine—at least for now, it is mine. ”

"What?" The other party's attitude was so careless that Livian felt ridiculous, "Who the hell are you?" ”

"If you really want me to tell you," said the woman, putting down the magazine in her hand, her fingers slender and wearing a ruby ring that glittered in the sun.

She walked over to Livien and whispered, "My name is Shalena. ”

She smelled of perfume, an aggressive women's perfume, mature and feminine, with a light, seductive charm.

"I know who you are," said Livian, "you are Uncle Yerevan's lover. ”

"You're smart," laughed Shalena, "Lover, maybe that's fine, but to be honest, that kind of title doesn't belong to me or him, all right—now I'll ask you, what's your name?" ”

"Livien." She told her without hesitation.

"Why don't you let me touch these flowers?" She asked again.

Shalena's gaze fell on the pink roses, and she said, "Your uncle never allowed anyone to touch them, he would be furious." ”

In her impression, the man was a rather eccentric person, he didn't go out of his way or scold, but when he was angry, he always gave people an unspeakable sense of suffocation.

Shalena, on the other hand, hates that feeling.

As soon as her words fell, she saw Livian reach out and pinch one, pinning it crookedly to her ear.

"No," she laughed, "Uncle is never angry with me. ”

Shalena wanted to say something, but at that moment, she kept her mouth shut.

She even thought to herself: what a naïve and ignorant girl, she deserves to be punished.

But she already vaguely knew in her heart that her heart, that secret and indescribable mood, was difficult to express.

However, she didn't get what she wanted.

After Livian had almost browsed the garden, Yerevan was late.

He carried a ball bag in his hand, followed by two tall boys.

Uncle Yerevan was nearly forty years old, but he still maintained his good appearance, he was long and athletic.

"Uncle Yerevan." Livien beckoned to him.

"My princess." Yerevan walked over, reached out and touched her head, and then, naturally, he saw the rose.

"Is this the rose in the garden?" As he spoke, he removed the flower from Livien's ear, carefully plucked the thorns, and plucked it for her again.

He said, "Beware of the thorns." ”

Livienne didn't care: "I'm not afraid. ”

Yerevan said: "But I'm afraid. ”

It was a sight that Shalena had never seen before—Yerevan had never been so gentle and kind to herself, as if he were really a proper uncle.

"Shalena," Yerevan then turned his gaze to the woman who had already risen from the chaise longue, "you seem to be getting along well with Livian. ”

"She's a smart girl." Shalena responded, then curled her lips and smiled.

The smile was lazy and amorous, and it was extremely attractive.

It's not posturing, it's a natural touch.

But only Shalena herself knew that Yerevan was asking coldly, and she was just pretending.

"I'm going to the ski slopes with them," he said, gesturing to the boys, "you're going to be in the villa with Livian for a few days—you know what I mean." ”

The faint hint of warning in his words did not make Shalena feel uncomfortable.

She smiled, "Okay." ”

Livian said, "Uncle, I don't want to stay here, I'm going to go skiing too." ”

"You're not in good health," said the tallest of the two young boys, who reached out and touched the top of Livien's head, and said softly, "when you're well, we'll go together, and Willis will come with you later." ”

Livien didn't speak, just nodded slightly.

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Yerevan is not a very careful person, he is not married, he has no children, and several nephews and nieces are not treated equally, but most of them are very fond of him.

In the evening, he and the two young boys packed up and set off.

Seeing them off, Shalena and Livian take a walk in the garden.

She turned back to Livian and asked, "Where did you live before?" ”

Livien said, "Los Angeles." ”

"Your parents are dead, why don't you live with your Uncle Yerevan, he likes you very much." Shalena lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and exhaled the smoke.

Livian chuckled and looked back, her blue-green eyes looked a little hazy in the moonlight, and she said, "After my parents' plane crash, my uncle tried to take us here to live, but we refused. ”

"Why? You love this garden. Shalena said nonchalantly.

"But I don't like anything here except the garden."

Shalena put down the cigarette in her hand and looked straight at the girl in front of her - she was actually very beautiful, although her facial features had not yet grown to their best moment, but she could already imagine how beautiful she would be when she grew up.

Shalena suddenly asked, "Have you ever had a boyfriend?" ”

"What?"

"You're sixteen, have you ever had a boyfriend?" When she said this, she couldn't help but reach out and touch Livian's face, what a young face, young and immature, with a hint of red on her cheeks.

Girly taste.

Shalena laughed: "Look at you like this, there should be one, is it the blonde hair, or the brown hair?" ”

Livian incredulously, "That's my brother, I think you know." ”

"Yes, yes, I know," Shalena laughed, "I'm just teasing you." ”

"You're really ......," Livian said, and couldn't help but say, "You're incredible." ”

"A lot of people say that," said Shalena, who leaned her face closer and asked in a low voice, "What's his name?" ”

"What?"

Shalena didn't explain, she stretched out a finger and slowly reached into the hem of the girl's blouse.

The touch of the skin is like fine silk, which makes people linger.

It's a texture unique to a girl.

Livien grabbed her hand—her cheeks were already red.

"Just once." She said.

Shalena seemed to think it was funny, she tilted her head slightly, and smiled, "Where." ”

"Library."

"It's such a great place," Shalena couldn't help but sigh.

Livian raised her hand and ran away in a panic.

She never came to the garden again.

Ah, she looks calm, but she's actually just a shy little girl.

Shalena stood in the night breeze and couldn't help but think.