泥萌要滴文章(7)
2023-04-28 来源:百合文库
With a swift swing, he lets go of the rugby and watches in amazement as it glides through the air in a golden arc, shooting through the poles. Horns blared.
“I won, Vera. I won. I made it!” He bows his head and grins, tears streaming. “Victory!” He roars, hovering mid-air. The crowd responds with the same ecstasy and hundred times the volume.
A rose petal, riding the breeze, comes spinning. He captures it in his palms and sniffed. “Heritage rose,” he whispers, and glides down to the center of the field, “You’ve come.”
She is dressed in a dazzling white nightgown, slightly embroidered in gold, her shoulders lined by a ring of silvery white roses, the tail of her dress flowing in the breeze. White rose petals whirled around her.
“Oh my, Vera,” William gazes at her in astonishment and she returned the gaze, eyes twinkling with tears under a bouquet of roses she’s wearing. With a flourish he rings an arm around her waist, just above her admirably slim hips and presses himself, leaning forward, against her warm, curved body and kisses her. She sighs, blushing slightly, and leaning back on his arm, sprays her beloved perfume.
He holds the kiss as the aroma of heritage roses envelops them. It seeps into his body, coursing through his veins, tending to his wounds and soothing his thoughts, emptying his mind of pain and sorrow and drowning him in passion and love. He closes his eyes in gratitude.
“I won, Vera. I won. I made it!” He bows his head and grins, tears streaming. “Victory!” He roars, hovering mid-air. The crowd responds with the same ecstasy and hundred times the volume.
A rose petal, riding the breeze, comes spinning. He captures it in his palms and sniffed. “Heritage rose,” he whispers, and glides down to the center of the field, “You’ve come.”
She is dressed in a dazzling white nightgown, slightly embroidered in gold, her shoulders lined by a ring of silvery white roses, the tail of her dress flowing in the breeze. White rose petals whirled around her.
“Oh my, Vera,” William gazes at her in astonishment and she returned the gaze, eyes twinkling with tears under a bouquet of roses she’s wearing. With a flourish he rings an arm around her waist, just above her admirably slim hips and presses himself, leaning forward, against her warm, curved body and kisses her. She sighs, blushing slightly, and leaning back on his arm, sprays her beloved perfume.
He holds the kiss as the aroma of heritage roses envelops them. It seeps into his body, coursing through his veins, tending to his wounds and soothing his thoughts, emptying his mind of pain and sorrow and drowning him in passion and love. He closes his eyes in gratitude.
羡忘老祖的小萌机14
