I warmed his cold blood

Chapter 48 Growing Love

"That's the story." Heron laughed, "I'm very interested in it."

Lucas spread out the scroll and read:

"Umia has lost the ability to perceive love, but her beauty allows her to receive a steady stream of love. Her long hair is often blown by the wind god, butterflies often stay on her red lips, and princes come from far away to pursue her. She She is admired and admired by many people and gods, but she can't understand their hearts. She feels the loneliness that only she can understand, so she lives alone in a small wooden house in the forest."

He paused, and read on: "Zeus, the father of the gods, heard of Umia's beauty, and fell in love with her at first sight. He kept saying: 'Oh! What a wicked thing that self-righteous Venus has done. thing! She has made beautiful women crippled and blind! Her self-righteous oracle deserves to be destroyed!'”

Heron sat up and asked, "How should the oracle be broken?"

"To break the effective oracle, only one thing is needed, and that is the heart of Tianlu, which lives by drinking rainwater and eating clouds. Moreover, it must be offered voluntarily. So Zeus took Umia to find Tianlu, ask for its sacrifice."

"Tianlu lives on the clouds. Its fur is as clean as iceberg snow, its eyes are like blue crystals embedded in its white fur, and its wide golden antlers are higher than its body, like the branches of a towering tree. Shining brighter than gold. It fell in love with Umia at first sight, and gave Zeus's request, and immediately gave its heart, and soon died."

Lucas' voice was low and his expression was solemn.

"Oh... that deer has a fiery soul." Helen sighed softly, "What about Umia?"

"She regained her ability to perceive love, but she also lost all her past memories. She accepted Zeus' pursuit and lived happily with him until the last moment of her life, smiling. After her death, Zeus Thanks to Tianlu for his dedication, he brought its antlers to the sky and turned it into the Tianlu constellation..."

Lucas' tail sound gradually diminished and disappeared as lightly as a feather.He maintained the posture of kneeling on one knee, his eyes fixed on the parchment, and the hand holding the book remained motionless, as if he had plunged his soul into the scroll.

Herron was a little dissatisfied, he didn't like Lucas distracted in front of him.He stretched out his hand and stroked from Lucas's eyebrows to the back of his ears, his hands were covered with sweat.He gently touched the back of Lucas' neck, feeling his slightly rough skin.

Lucas looked up, smiling at him.

"Lucas, why don't you speak or look at me?" He pouted, "It seems that your loyalty to me will be taken away by a story..."

He looked aggrieved, his black eyes trembled slightly, and he grabbed Lucas's blond hair tightly, regardless of whether he would be in pain.

His numb and cold heart seemed to have shed a hard outer shell, and the inner core was full of sensitive blood vessels, which could not withstand the slightest disturbance, and would even be destroyed.

This, Lucas understood, was the nature of Herron's vulnerability.He put down the book, and held the hand behind his head tightly.

His palm was very hot, and the warmth he gave permeated from the palm, and with the momentum of a slight fire, it went straight into Heron's heart along the veins.

Herron stared at him for a while, then said, "What were you thinking just now?"

"Of course it's a beautiful story." Lucas smiled. "Umia had a wonderful life. She really gathered all the good luck and passed away surrounded by love."

"I don't think it can be called happy," Herron said. "Her happiness is based on Tianlu's death, and she doesn't even have the memory of it. This is a tragic story dressed in fairy tale clothes."

"No." Lucas looked at Herren, his brows and eyes curled up in a smile, as did the corners of his mouth.His icy blue eyes not only encompassed Heron, but also the snow scene in the distance, which was as bright as clear ice, giving his eyes a long and distant meaning.At this moment, he seemed to be separated from his soul and body, and his soul seemed to be taken to the clouds by this story, and penetrated into the body of the deer to experience its feelings and thoughts.

"Tianlu must have suffered no pain when he died. From this point of view, it is not miserable."

"Hmph. In my eyes, it's an unlucky idiot." Herren pouted, he didn't agree with Lucas' point of view.

Lucas didn't speak, just kept chuckling.

Helen moved his hand to his back, and pulled it towards him forcefully.Lucas followed the direction of his strength, moved forward, grasped the armrests of the rocking chair with both hands, and knelt down next to Heron.

Herron tilted her head and touched the tip of Lucas' nose.They were so close that they could feel each other's warm breath, one blue and one black pupils reflected each other, even the small mole hidden between their eyebrows could be seen.

Neither of them spoke, they just looked at each other, found themselves in each other's eyes, and the sound of each other's breathing echoed in their ears.They could converse deeply with each other's souls just by looking at each other; even a single word of the language that came out of the throat of a mortal human body would be extremely noisy if it appeared at this moment.

Herron's hand ran up Lucas's spine, sliding into his sweat-damp hair.

He moved his head away, took the initiative to put his face against Lucas's lips, and rubbed them playfully a few times.

"You're kissing me, Lucas." He smiled innocently, with a bit of cunning without malice, rubbing his face against Lucas's lips like a child, feeling his hot breath and moist lips.

Lucas stretched out his arms, wrapped his chin around his chin, buried his lips on his plump cheeks, and kissed his face lightly, leaving no trace from his temples to his chin.

They just played around like this, as if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding.

Finally, Heron couldn't bear it anymore.He wants to ask for a kiss.

He turned his face away, pressed Lucas's head with his backhand, and kissed his lips.He no longer smiled slyly, and his face became more serious.

Lucas, however, was much more emotional than Herron.Heron's thick eyelashes poked him very itchy, he cupped Heron's chin, closed his eyes and kissed him.Their lips are glued tightly together, and their teeth always meet.

Lucas's heartbeat gradually accelerated, which became an instinct that would never be revoked; Herron's closeness was like a powerful magnet attracting iron objects, able to suck all his emotions out of his soul.As he pressed Herron's lips, he felt a overwhelming hunger; he felt thirsty, even hungry.

This is not fresh and turbulent like a first kiss, but has a deeper meaning, much more mature than the last kiss at the beach; it seems that their kiss is also a vibrant life, from an impulsive and frivolous teenager to a relatively stable life stage.

Lucas didn't have much sexual desire, nor did he have a domineering desire for possession. His kiss was more like a sincere oath.This is roughly similar to an ascetic monk who abides by the commandments all his life, worshiping the gods devoutly and telling the oath of loyalty, even though he is kissing his lover.

Different from Heron's simplicity, he is a little more deep and unswerving until death.The two were doing the most intimate thing, their lips were pressed together tightly, but their emotions were not equal.

They kissed for a long time, flushed when they let go.Helen still closed her eyes, turned her head back, panted slightly, and looked a little tired.A strand of his long hair fell in front of his face, and was gently swayed by the exhaled breath.

Lucas kept looking at him with affection in his eyes.He pushed the lock of hair back, and gradually smiled.

Herron rested for a while, closed his eyes and ordered: "Stand up, Lucas."

Lucas stood up while leaning on the armrest, and there was pain in his knees.

Helen opened his eyes, grabbed his hand and pulled it violently.Before Lucas could stand still, he was brought down by his strength, and after a stagger, he landed on Heron's body.

Their jaws collided and their chests hurt.Heron's ribs were pressed against by the hard leather armor, and the piercing pain rushed up.He hissed in pain, and Lucas wanted to stand up to check his injuries, but he grabbed his collar and pulled him down, lying on top of him.

"Don't run!" he reprimanded.

The rocking chair swayed violently, making a rapid creaking sound.Herron put her arms around Lucas' neck, and as the chair shook, the sun was blocked by Lucas from time to time.

His eyes were backlit, Heron couldn't see his facial features clearly, he could only hear his breathing faster and faster, the sound of his heartbeat crawling along the bones and flesh to his ear, and it resonated with his own heartbeat. Like two hearts tied to the same rope.

Heron suddenly throbbed, and he had the illusion of being integrated with Lucas, and even his soul was in perfect harmony.

An unprecedented strange feeling broke out from the heart.He felt that his relationship with Lucas was still a newborn, and now it was strangely older.What he thought had been frozen on the beach was actually actively changing.

He's driven by an instinct, an emotional surge that burns up his throat, making him want to say something to commemorate the moment, or claim his ownership of Lucas once again.He held Lucas's face excitedly, and said with a trembling voice:

"Lucas, I tell you, I like you! As your master and lover, I will never allow you to betray me! Your body and soul will always belong to me! If you change your mind about me, or fall in love with me Others, I will definitely kill you, then goug out your spoiled heart, burn your body to ashes, and bury it in my tomb!"

His voice was so loud that Lucas's ears rang a little.This is his confession, quite impatient and violent, like a storm sweeping across the yellow sand and sharp rocks, not like the rose-like tenderness of ordinary people.

Lucas smiled, hugged him, and put his head against his neck, smelling the aroma of cardamom emanating there.Helen spread her legs, bent up and lifted them up, encircling his waist.

They hugged each other quietly for a while, and Helen suddenly opened his mouth: "Lucas, I confessed to you that I like you. But you never told me, and now I want to hear you tell me yourself. "

Lucas was silent for a moment, throwing his arms around Herron's head, as if holding him tightly in his shadow.His blue eyes ran from Herron's hair, over the tip of his nose, down to his chin, and finally came back to the black eyes and locked there.

He actually held his breath, his chest no longer rose and fell, and he just remained still in such a dull manner.His expression was a bit nostalgic, but more tense and serious; it seemed that he had put on the invulnerable cold iron armor again, and was about to embark on the battlefield of desperate struggle, and all the trivial matters could not distract him, because he Ready to risk your life.

"I love you." He said slowly.

Heron was stunned.

Their confessions are not the same.

The author has something to say:

Love also needs to grow!It's not just a kiss that freezes the frame, but also slowly deepens with time!