When Sercy's hand slashed down Winnie's shoulder, he felt stiff like never before. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At least not for her.

After that, the long kiss became more intense, and the thick hands covered with calloused fists wrapped around her back.

She didn't resist, but let the hands slide down the last part of her spine, even lower, as if they were trying to do something else.

The moment he removed his tongue, he turned behind him, and gasped between her necks with his face with a short, stiff beard, while the hand rested on a rounded spot until it was lowered, like an expedition into an unknown forest.

When she turned around and hugged him tightly again, and kissed him frantically, he felt it so clear for the first time, Winnie's body would be so soft.

So the lips of the two bit tighter, accompanied by a wave of passion, her brain was no longer controlled, and she just wanted to use her best to tear away the fig leaf that blocked the warmth under his crotch.

The next second, the two fell on the wooden bed.

Sercy rudely lifted the burden from Winnie's body and tried to get closer to her. She didn't have a trace of resistance, like a love bird perched on a spring day, wantonly exuding the enthusiasm and chirping that a woman should have.

At this moment, he was no longer the pretending gentleman who dismounted and bowed down and kissed the back of her hand, and she was no longer the witchcraft nun who was frosty and fearless of life and death.

The love and hate that I hadn't seen for three years seemed to fall apart in an instant, and the cause was that kiss that seemed so normal.

After a long time. In the two-story cabin in the slum, the setting sun shines on the two of them through the silk and cotton brocade, and the atmosphere in the house seems to have never been so ambiguous.

Sersi sheds his perennial armor, revealing his scarred chest and his gaze wandering.

As for Winnie, she was like a bird perched in the trees, lying gently in the arms of men.

At this point, she was fantasizing. They were in a country cottage where they didn't even know the name of the place, he was a woodcutter, or a carpenter, and she made cherry pies, or fruit wine to supplement the family, and the warmth they had just made might make them have a son and a half daughter, and all the strife and power struggle in this world had nothing to do with them.

"I ....."

"Don't speak..... Winnie made a silent gesture, then buried her head in the man's armpit, "Let time stop for a while, this moment is beautiful, I never thought that I could still have the temperature that ordinary people should have....."

"But they're waiting for me....." Sersi tried to get up, but Anne grabbed her arm. "My dear. He turned his head to look at the woman in the goose-down quilt, "They're really waiting for me, and Rednose Hyde, the old road south of the city is urgently being rebuilt, Lord Kenny has asked me to be the overseer, I need to go look at the damn drawings and budgets." ”

"What if I let you stay with me a little longer?" Winnie brushed away her sweat-soaked hair, "you're going to go now, after I've satisfied your most primitive impulses?"

"Hey, we've been together for seven years. ”

"But we've only just been together. Winnie lifted the covers, letting the orange shimmer sprinkle over the snow-white ketones.

"Alright!" Sersi relented, walking over to the table and pouring half a glass of wine, "but only for a moment, I'm already late." ”

"Trust me, they'll understand. Winnie smiled softly.

"I have a question, you-"

"Only about the two of us!" Winnie warned him, "and, not to spoil the atmosphere. She leaned over and leaned back on the fluffy goose-down pillows, "Don't mention anyone irrelevant at this time, it will make me feel like I'm no different from a prostitute in a tavern!"

"Oh!" said Sersi nodded sincerely, "then..... I think..... I don't have a problem anymore. ”

Winnie chuckled. The shaking of her shoulders caused her snow-white collarbone to rise and fall, and the fine bangs drooped from behind her ears to the door of her head, and she habitually brushed open the broken hair, and then the laughter became louder.

"Just ask, it's just a joke. She pursed the corners of her mouth and looked up at Sersi, "It's been three years, and you really haven't changed at all!"

"Why cut off Ellen's hair?" he suddenly became serious, "He killed Alice, but you saw it with your own eyes, and if someone put a dagger to the back of my head, you would do the same, wouldn't you?"

"I thought you'd ask something else, like Wilson. Winnie got up and put on her clothes, "Don't worry, no witchcraft will need to use other people's hair." ”

"So, why did that?" asked Sersi.

"He came here to look for me that day, with a knight covered in scars, and he made me transform into that knight, and told me a whole bunch of inconsequential nonsense, but I was still in grief over the loss of Alice, and the murderer was standing in front of me....."

"You tried to kill him, only to cut off his hair?"

"I thought so. Winnie sat on the edge of the bed and lowered her head to fasten the buttons, "But that guy is your friend after all, not to mention, he is not so bad, but after all, he killed Alice with his own hands, there is no doubt about that, so I took his hair and burned it in front of Alice's grave, so I should avenge her!"

"Thank you....." Sersi lowered her eyes, and a hint of guilt mixed in her tone.

"Nothing to thank!" Winnie stood up and snatched the glass from the man's hand, "Kenny Dalton is good, he's a guy to follow." She took a sip of wine, "Honey, you're lucky, it's a blessing to meet such a lord, my life is much more fucked than yours in comparison!"

"The first half of my life. Sersi told her, "Not anymore." We'll catch Wilson and sweep away all those who try to rebel, and Nipur will surely become the most - "

'Knock knock-'

A hurried knock came from outside the house, interrupting Sersi's rhetoric.

"Look! the employer has come to the door!" he shrugged at Winnie and put on his armor as he walked outside.

'Knock knock-'

The knocks on the door kept coming, and he seemed anxious and urgent. Sersi walked to the door and opened it with a displeased face.

"Hey, this door is me—"

"Don't talk!" As soon as the crack in the door was revealed, Aiden squeezed in with an anxious face, and then quickly closed the door.

"Oh, shit!

"Shhhh His eyes were full of horror, his forehead was covered with fine sweat, and it seemed that he had just gone through a fierce chase, and there was not much black feather arrow left in the quiver on his waist.

"What's going on?" asked Selcie in a low voice. He saw the golden imp holding the Sombra longbow tightly, and the narrow Adam's apple kept wriggling, as if he had been chased for a long time.

Outside the house, there was the sound of horses' hooves, followed by a myriad of rough roars, which grew closer, followed by the creaking of several pairs of boots on the stairs. (To be continued.) )