Chapter 1029 Good Night
Chapter 1029 Good Night
The moonlight that sometimes shines down is so soft that no one can notice when it comes and when it leaves.
Maybe it’s because of those fluttering rose petals, a series of restricted romances are taking place in this fairy-like garden.
The moonlight came quietly again, falling on a man and a woman who were lying in the rose bushes and gasping for breath.
The two people's skin was tightly pressed together, their body temperatures were infinitely close, and even their heartbeats were surprisingly consistent.
Vincent turned sideways, revealing clearly visible scratches on his back.
He raised his head slightly and admired the beautiful scenery that only he could see.
Hermione, resting her head on his arm, pouted her lips and weakly groped for something in the flowers behind her with her little hands.
Quickly, she grabbed a piece of thick fabric and pulled the clothes towards her with all her strength.
It was Vincent's, technically a black double-breasted frock coat that she had bought for him.
As soon as I covered myself with clothes, the beautiful scenery disappeared immediately.
Vincent looked slightly disappointed and used his other hand to play with her scattered hair.
After just a few fiddles, a small hand came over and clapped it.
It's a pity that I don't have much strength, it's so soft and has no effect at all.
"Stop it, you just bully me."
He let go angrily and raised one hand in surrender, "Okay, I won't make a fuss. I'll just watch you quietly."
His eyes looked downward, lingering on the scenery that could not be covered.
Hermione's body temperature rose rapidly, and her light pink skin suddenly darkened two shades.
As soon as she pulled her dress jacket down, Vincent's eyes instantly moved upwards.
After going back and forth several times, the strength she had finally recovered was gone again.
She could only cover her violently heaving chest tightly with her coat and glare at him fiercely with her fierce eyes.
However, in Vincent's eyes, her behavior not only failed to serve as a warning, but was full of fatal temptation, causing a wicked smile to appear at the corner of his mouth.
As soon as his face got close, Hermione leaned back reflexively.
She just needed to apply a little force with the arm she was resting her head on, and she was pulled back.
Vincent put his lips to her ear, "How about we..."
"No!" She used all her strength to hold him tightly, even using her long beautiful legs.
Vincent was held tightly and couldn't move. Only the arm she was resting on could move slightly.
"Uh...actually I was just teasing you."
Hermione, with an extremely alert look in her eyes, hugged him tighter.
She glanced at the dark castle and said, "I don't believe you. Didn't you just say it would be over soon? I won't be fooled again."
Vincent blinked innocently and said, "Could you loosen up a little? You're holding me too tight."
Hermione increased her strength once again and wrapped her legs tighter.
She puffed up her cheeks and said, "You deserve it. Who allowed you to bully me?"
Vincent motioned for her to look around, "We can't just lie here forever, can we?"
"Hmph..." Hermione adjusted her posture slightly, "I'm too tired to move now. No one will notice anyway."
Oh, it turns out to be defensive coquetry.
Vincent felt the burning pain in his back and recalled some of the previous scenes in his mind.
It is normal for girls to feel nervous, afraid and uneasy.
And it is an unforgettable first time in a lifetime, the transition from girl to woman. Sentimental girls will worry about gains and losses, question their self-cognition, and ultimately lead to deeper emotional dependence.
Vincent quietly gazed into Hermione's alert and slightly frightened amber eyes, and gently stroked her smooth back with his pillowed arm.
Her body tensed up instantly, as if she had been electrocuted.
He just caressed her gently and didn't take any further action.
Hermione gradually relaxed, and the vigilance and uneasiness in her eyes disappeared bit by bit.
"Go to sleep." Vincent hugged her gently, his blue eyes pure and without any impurities.
"Yeah." She stopped hugging him so tightly, "Well, I want to ask you a question."
It turns out that he is worried about gains and losses.
"go ahead."
She paused, finding it difficult to speak.
Vincent looked at her quietly, the tenderness in his eyes seemed to melt the ice and snow.
"Hmm..." Hermione's long eyelashes trembled slightly, "It's nothing, it's just that you...why are you so skilled?"
"Hmm?" Vincent was stunned for a moment, and only reacted when he noticed the shyness on her face.
This is definitely a fatal question!
When girls say this afterward, it's usually because they are suspicious of the boys' rich experience.
Skilled... No matter which aspect it was, Vincent was indeed too skilled.
Hermione muttered hesitantly as his mind raced.
"What? What did you say?"
She took a deep breath and whispered to his ear, "Is it because of those magazines and comics under your bed?"
Magazine?
comics?
Vincent's pupils trembled, and he couldn't understand how she knew that.
Seeing his big reaction, Hermione thought she had guessed it right.
For adolescent boys, it’s okay to look at something colorful occasionally.
If she doesn't know anything, do she really have to take the initiative?
“Ahem…” Vincent coughed awkwardly, “Um…when did you know that?”
Hermione's eyes were evasive. "It was during the summer vacation... I missed you once and came to see you... and then you were experimenting with flying boots upstairs and the stove exploded..."
Of course Vincent remembered that he was dirty that day, so he asked Hermione to wait for him in the room and asked Gugu to be his guide.
"This little traitor!" he said gritting his teeth, and suddenly remembered that there was a life-size pillow of Draco under the bed.
"Uh..." He seemed particularly embarrassed, "Besides those things, you haven't seen anything else, right?"
Hermione shook her head vigorously. "No, I didn't see anything."
I actually saw it.
Vincent laughed dryly, "Actually, the pillow was a birthday gift given to me by Fred and George two years ago."
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.
That's right, how could such a majestic person like - no, collect such a weird thing.
She also laughed awkwardly, "They are really annoying. Every year they give me the same indecent gifts."
Birthday presents are okay, but this year’s Christmas presents are a bit…
Why do you need a pillow when you can hug a real person?
Hermione rubbed her head against Vincent's neck, "Are we really going to sleep here tonight?"
"if not."
She pulled her black dress jacket toward him.
Fortunately, the clothes are big enough and thick enough to cover two people together.
Vincent also used magic to make the rose bushes beneath him softer and warmer, and then gently kissed her forehead.
"Good night."
Hermione had a happy smile on her face and leaned down to kiss his solid chest before closing her eyes.
"Good night."
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