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At noon on the third day, they crossed a bottomless river, and when they had climbed ashore, neither of them took off their wet clothes, not even their outermost coats, but they walked through the sparse forest, and let the sun bask them until they were hot and dried like grease.

Then they rested a little, and hurried south, and did not come out of the forest until it was dark.

Connected to it was an endless wilderness, and the White Dove guessed that this was already the border of Nippur, but when the sun went down, they could not find a village, so they had to turn back to the edge of the forest, trying to find a camp to live on.

As the campfire rises, Kenny hunts a few hares from the forest and picks some hazelnuts, which he cleans up and roasts over a campfire, then leans against a fir tree and hums a little tune of his own making.

"Tomorrow we will walk half a day further east, and we will reach the border of Elidu!" said the white dove, sitting by the campfire, pouring the hare meat on the shelf.

"Really?" Kenny replied with a smile, then pulled a vial of potion out of his pocket and uncorked it.

"What's that?" the white dove turned.

"The elixir for amnesia, made by Flynn Sr., you forgot?" Kenny muttered, then stared at the bottle in his hand. "I wish Miss Flynn was still alive," he muttered to himself, "and there are only two bottles left, and I wonder if I'll be fine.....

The white dove stared at the thumb-sized bottle for a long time. "Don't drink any more," she said suddenly, "I mean, it doesn't work.....

"It didn't work?" Kenny frowned, "How could it be, Lady Flynn is a brilliant alchemist!"

"Anyway, don't drink it anymore, that's the test she made. She moved to him, trying to reach for the vial, but Kenny deftly raised his hand and swallowed the flask with his head raised.

"You're a stubborn donkey!" cried the white dove in displeasure.

"Well, you're not wrong at all!" Kenny replied with a smile as he licked his lips.

A gust of wind blew through the forest, causing a solemn whistling of the trees in between, and then silence again, except for the cuckoo cries in the distance and the crackling of nearby bonfires.

The two looked at the hare grilling on the campfire, and the white dove had just moved close to make them snuggle together, and neither of them spoke again, but quietly listened to the birdsong behind them, and the small sounds seemed to be very cheerful, especially the woodpecker's pecking, which was as joyful as the roar of people's labor.

After a while, Kenny took the white dove's hand, and she didn't resist, he put his arm around her shoulders in an attempt to warm her shivering body. Soon after, something seemed to collide between the two of them, and after a while, he felt that even the birdsong behind him seemed to be encouraging him.

They kissed together unexpectedly, this time it was Kenny who took the initiative, and then the hands around her shoulders slowly slid towards her back, even through the thick leather jacket, he could still clearly feel the softness of her body, and the pleasant fragrance, which made him miss the two pieces of softness at the same time.

He thought that was the end of it, but the white dove's dexterous hands did not leave his back, and she threw herself into his arms, turned and hugged him tightly, and kissed him wildly, as well as his neck, and his open heart.

When their lips bite into each other again, something seems to take control of Kenny's brain, hands, body, and everything. He became no longer a gentleman, like a hungry beast, exuding the most primitive wildness of man.

In the moments of separation, they looked at each other panting like animals, but she seemed to be accompanied by shame and a hint of horror. But it all dissipated as Kenny stroked her cheeks, and the calloused hands became very gentle, and her shadow was full of honey eyes, and she knew that they had no vows, only happiness and sincerity.

There was absolute silence at the edge of the forest, the birds had stopped chirping, and only the campfire in front of them was still whistling in the wind. "I think we're doing something stupid. Kenny leaned into her ear and whispered, "I thought it was just a kiss, though it was a bit long....."

She didn't answer. His magnetic voice melted her easily, so she tightened her hands, trying to press her cheek closer to his chest.

"White Dove, do you believe it is predestined?" he said as he fell into her silver hair, and then down her back.

"I believe it!"

This time, she did not run away from answering until a warm snort came from Xiang's back, and then she turned frantically, opened her lips slightly, and gave him a long, sweet kiss, at first slowly and gently, then rapidly.

A certain bestiality was thoroughly aroused by this kiss, and with the most primitive drive and wildness, he untied the ribbon of her corset and kissed her along the edges, wet and distinct with each touch.

She bit her lip tightly, and her whole body became stiff.....

Half an hour later, the two of them, stripped of their clothes, lay under a patch of silver. The air was slightly cold, and the white dove leaned against Kenny's spacious chest, looking up at the semi-circular moon among the branches, her dark blue eyes glittering, I wonder if they were tears.

He stroked her long hair tenderly, and the moonlight dazzled the silver strands scattered on his shoulders, as if he had never touched such a gentle touch.

"Nameless, I feel a little cold. The white dove trembled when he heard his voice.

"Quick, put your clothes on. Kenny withdrew his already sore arm and carefully draped his coat over her shoulders.

"Do you regret it?" muttered the white dove. She buried her head low, and disguised the crimson on her cheeks by pretending to see the buttons she was fastening.

"What?" Kenny struggled to control his tone, trying to make the moment less awkward than it was last time. "No, it's beautiful, it's never been better. He thought for a moment and said.

"I'm glad you could say that....." The white dove looked up at him, but his voice was still small.

"To be honest, I thought it was a bit bad at first, but ....." he lowered his head and quickly raised it again, "It's good that it's with you, so it's a beautiful thing!"

The white dove buried his head again, and then laughed as he ate.

"What are you laughing at?" Kenny laughed along.

"Nothing. The white dove calmed down, but was still eating and laughing. "Thank you, Nameless. She concluded.

"Why thank me?" said Kenny, lifting his chin and looking at the white dove as it slowly got up.

"I want to sing you a song!" she said, blinking, and arranging her clothes, "all the girls of Assyria will give this song to their knights!"

"Okay, sing, I'll listen!" Kenny smiled as he lay his legs flat and watched the orange campfire hit her in the cross.

The white dove raised his head, narrowed his dark blue eyes, and sang in a voice like a silver bell:

If only I had a pair of wings

Even if it's as small as a flarrow

I will also spread my wings and fly

to the end of the forest

and the other side of the mountain

I'm sure I'll fly there

Perched in the trees

Moored in the ocean

No matter how far away

I'm sure I'll fly there

Then, whisper in your ear:

"When will I return home, my dear. ”