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"I'll ask you again, why am I here?" said Sonny's features, which were drawn orange silhouettes by the fireball. The fire kept tumbling and growing, and it seemed like it was going to come out at any moment. "Who are you and why are you in this cave?"

"I'm Sula, I really don't know why you came to Dragon Peak," her voice echoed through the cave, mixed with horror and helplessness, "but I know that Aunt Mira is dead, and that you came from the Dragon's Blood Forest of Assyria, accompanied by Lord Lawrence, Master Sercy, the alchemical wizard Steven, and a hand-picked group of more than forty guardsmen. She raised her hands and gestured that she was unarmed, "That's all I know, really, believe it or not, I'm really Sula." ”

The cave was dark again, with only the light of a torch pushing figures on the edge of the wall. "What did we find in the Northside Forest?" Sonny paced to the side, holding a torch, "Do you remember?"

"Dragon scales!" she snapped.

Sonny's eyes narrowed. "What did Lord Mullen ask of Horn's mother during the Southern Expedition to the Council?"

"I've answered two questions, do I have the right to-"

"Answer me!" exclaimed Sonny.

"I don't want to answer that question, change it, anything, as long as I know. She whispered.

"You like him?" asked Sonny softly.

She shook her head and was silent for a few seconds. "I like you. ”

The answer came unexpectedly, like a boulder crashing into his chest, causing his heart to pound. "Are you lying?" he pressed his restless heart, but his voice was still shaking, "Okay, I know you're Sulla, stop making jokes like that." ”

"I'm not kidding, Sonny. She looked at him with purple eyes, and there was really a little love in them.

The firelight seemed to be a paintbrush, and the figure of Sulla was so pitiful. He stiffened his head and tried to find an open space for his heart, but failed. "I'm sorry, but I've got a mission," he said after a while, "it's safe here, you stay here, I'll go and find them, and the thing my mother said." ”

"If I could get out, I would have escaped. She sighed, "Are you really Sonny?"

He looked at her, then approached, taking her hand and putting it against his face. "What do you think?"

"We can't get out," she said, raising her other hand to wrap her foot around his neck, "Just now, the Earth Spirit Elder got me outside the cave, and I saw a group of people entering the tower in the distance, and I wanted to come forward to ask, but the sky suddenly changed. She paused and kissed him lightly on the cheek, "A blizzard blew me into this cave, and then, I saw you." ”

"Blizzard?tower?" Sonny looked up at the cave. Through the narrow crevices in the rock, he saw the wind and snow beating the branches and leaves of the oak tree, but there was not the slightest sound of wind in the cave, only the sound of running water coming from the small hole behind him, and ...... The fragrance of her hair, and the moistness of the side face.

"I didn't see Lord Lawrence, nor did I see Lord Sercy or Steven, but they all seemed to be in the tower, and it should be safe there. "Don't worry, when the snow stops, you'll go to them." ”

When the hand around his neck was released, Sonny sat down on the ground and stood his torch between the two stones. She sat down beside him, and after a brief silence, he felt two hearts beat like one. He was rarely so confused, at least in this regard, that answer caught him off guard, and he didn't even know how to deal with it, no one had taught him this.

"Didn't you always think I liked your half-brother?" she finally broke the awkward silence.

Sonny looked back at her, his purple eyes seemed to be born to smile, and when he was close, something else seemed to flicker in them, what it was, he couldn't say, but it was beautiful, so beautiful that he wanted to possess it.

"Horn told me secretly," she continued, her voice as crisp and melodious as a lark, "you once followed Lord Kenny on a hunt in the Ice Fields, and on a chase of a snow deer, Horn said that he would bring it to me, skin it and make it into a glove. She smiled, "You were angry at the time, and you made a bet with him, and in the end, you, who are not good at riding, actually won, right?"

Sonny frowned, but still didn't say anything.

"He's your, he knows you like me, right?" she bit her lower lip, her soft arms sliding over his neck, her voice softer, "yes, Sonny Kelling?"

He still didn't talk. He thought about rebuttal, but in front of her, it seemed that all rebuttals would pale in comparison.

"Sonny, what are you thinking?" her face drew closer, her hair clear and rich, as did her thin lips.

He felt something change in his body, and this feeling was irresistible, but eagerly responded. In the next second, the two pairs of lips were close together, and his fingers slipped into the other's light shirt, finding *** When she rolled over and sat on his lap, she also felt the honesty of his body.

What am I doing? He tried to gather his mind, to recall the vows he had taken at his mother's bedside, to listen to and gaze at his mother's dying words and cheeks. But her fingers were undoing his soaked cloak, her tongue was in his mouth, and those hands slid into his pants.

He could no longer see his mother in the mulberry hut, and the vows seemed to be washed away by the sound of water echoing through the cave. She bites his neck, and he offers hers, burying his nose in his thick black hair. "Does it feel good?" she whispered, whispering softly in his ear.

She's so beautiful. His oaths, his promises, even the brothers outside, it didn't matter, there was only heat at the moment, only her lips, only her gentle fingers. "Doesn't it feel sweet?" she asked again, "Slow, oh, slow, yes, that's all." You don't seem to understand anything, Sonny Kelline. ”

What am I doing? he asked himself repeatedly. However, the process was so sweet that he couldn't let go. Sula's smiling eyes were so charming, her lips and her hands were so soft, so dreamlike.

Isn't that what I wanted? He rolled over violently, pressed her underneath, and took her hands, looking at each other. Sweet, indeed sweet, dangerously sweet. He thought of the Dragon's Blood Forest, of the Mulberry House, and of the vows he had made at his mother's bedside.

It's just one time, even my father made a mistake, forgot about marriage, and gave birth to me, an illegitimate child, why can't I? Not to mention that I'm not married.

But why is it all so sudden?