Charles burst out laughing uncontrollably at Matilda's suggestion, for it was too much of a reality - why would he do it for that person?

So, he directly refused.

When he laughed, Matilda didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly,

It wasn't until he had finished laughing that she spoke again.

"Looks like you're not willing to do that?"

"Yes, I don't want to." Charles nodded in acknowledgement, then looked at Matilda with a smile, "Miss de Dilillion, it was a pretty pleasant evening, but I think I should go home, do you have anything else?" ”

Matilda remained silent and did not speak.

"Okay, then I'll take my leave, goodbye." Charles said goodbye, and then, as if remembering something, added another sentence temporarily.

"Of course, please believe that even in the face of these regrettable events, I still have full respect for your father and your family, and I personally hope to continue to be a good friend of your family. Hopefully, even after all these turmoil, our friendship will be able to last forever...... Of course, that's okay if you're not willing to maintain that friendship. Well, that's all for tonight, we'll see you later, shall we? ”

Then, without waiting for the other person to speak, he strode out.

Matilda watched silently as Charles departed, his heavy black coat blending into the night sky in the moonlight, and his short blond hair shining like velvet.

"Mr. Treville. I really appreciate you. After walking more than ten meters, Charles said leisurely, "Even if you can't be my husband." I still admire you. ”

"Hahahaha, that's my pleasure!" After hearing the words coming from behind him, Charles laughed again, "Goodbye." ”

Matilda didn't speak again, but stood still, watching him go in the rippling evening breeze.

It wasn't until Charles's figure had completely disappeared that she slowly turned around. Walk towards your home.

Really, I really appreciate it.

………………

When she returned home, Matilda found her father still in the reception room. Sighing and drinking coffee, muttering and cursing something from time to time, apparently still in a state of indignation against Louis Bonaparte.

Although it was to be expected. But she still couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in her heart. Then she shook her head gently. Drove away this disappointment.

Instead of entering the door of the reception room, she walked straight through the hallway to her bedroom.

When she returned to the bedroom, which was full of bookshelves and 'ungirlish' in her own words, Matilda felt a sense of relief, as if her whole soul had found a place to belong.

The neatly arranged books gave her a sense of reassurance, and the smell of paper permeated her heart, making her forget a little bit of her troubles.

She wandered in front of the bookshelves, using this method to sink her mind into the calmest state. At this time, she is. There was neither anxiety nor anger. Not even worried, she was just thinking.

There is no doubt that her family is in a difficult situation right now, but what is there to worry about? How many dangers and sufferings has her family suffered over the past few decades, and in the end, they have not survived one by one, and finally got the one they are today? Can the status quo be worse than when my grandfather fled France in 1792? At that time, it was so embarrassing, and grandpa could survive it, so what qualifications do future generations have to complain?

So, if ...... If Grandpa was still around, what would he do if he was faced with the current situation? The girl's whole mind was devoted to pondering this question.

She unconsciously pulled out a piece of Diwen from the most familiar position on the bookshelf, these are the last remnants of her grandfather in this world, and read these words written by her own hand.

As she reads, she ponders these questions.

There is no doubt that, judging by Monsieur de Treville's tone, his father's resignation should seem like a foregone conclusion, at least the president has already made such a decision.

As things stand, there is no one in politics who can veto Louis Bonaparte's decision to defeat him unless he changes his mind.

So, how can you get him to change his mind?

Matilda frowned slightly, and then thought carefully about which of the people in her family had made good friends to persuade the president to change his mind.

After a moment, she shook her head helplessly.

Because of the relationship between Louis Bonaparte and China for decades, most of his cronies also followed abroad, and even those who stayed in China were mostly unknown, and it seemed that the Bonaparte family had no hope of restoration, so Grandpa never established much good relationship with them. When Louis Bonaparte returned home, although he tried to develop in this direction, he was still short in the end, and he had not yet established a strong enough relationship that anyone would say such good things at the risk of angering Louis Bonaparte.

After thinking about it for a long time, she didn't come up with any good idea - and time seemed to be running out.

If Grandpa hadn't passed away yet, it would be fine. For a moment, the thought crossed her mind.

Obviously, I talked about my father before, but in the end, I was so incompetent? Matilda couldn't help but smile wryly.

After a few moments, she came to the conclusion that as she had originally thought, there was no better way than to ask Monsieur de Treville to help.

However, he had already flatly rejected this mention just now, and he didn't even have the mood to think about it.

It's easy to understand, who would risk their own future to do something so detrimental to themselves and others?

I don't know anywhere else, but Matilda knows. In the world in which I live, many people rush to do things that harm others and benefit themselves, and even things that harm others and benefit themselves are also done with great interest. Only...... No one has ever been willing to do anything that harms oneself and others.

In other words, it is only possible to get his help if he turns this matter into a thing that harms others and himself, or at least harms others and himself.

Well, for him, for such a person. And what is there in his eyes that can make up for the possible losses? In his eyes, there was something. Can it be compared to the position of Secretary of State? This question must be clarified.

Only by figuring out such a question can a bid be given on the asking price.

So, after all, what kind of person is he?

It's complete mercenary. In cold blood. Or is there something else that is stored in zài?

Matilda fell into deep thought. She carefully recalls the scenes of her association with Charles de Treville.

Young.

Needless to say, yes, and he's also quite handsome and personable.

Brilliant.

This was visible to everyone, even where people could not see, Matilda could see it - as evidenced by some of the novels hidden in a bookshelf next to her.

What did such a young and talented man think in his heart when he dared to take risks one by one, and finally got a position that was difficult for others to achieve...... For such a young man who has already gained fame, fortune and status. What could be more appealing to him?

Matilda closed her eyes and fell into deep thought. The image of this young man is becoming clearer and clearer. As if it was engraved in her mind, she seemed to be back to that day in a trance, back to the figure of two people hugging each other and dancing to the accompaniment of the ball.

After a long time, a flash of inspiration occurred to her.

Will...... No, it will be like this, it should be like this, it can only be like this.

She came up with a crazy idea.

Her breathing grew heavier, and she suddenly felt a little hot and restless in her body.

She ripped her glasses off the bridge of her nose, then reached out and closed the curtain heavily.

In an instant, the soft moonlight filled the room, and Matilda looked up at the sky, her shadow alone behind.

That person is actually as lonely as me.

Without her glasses, the moon in Matilda's eyes was blurry, and the moonlight hung down from the sky like strings. She suddenly reached out and leaned forward gently, as if trying to grasp one of the strings.

Then, as a matter of course, she grabbed a blank shot.

After all, it's still a cruel and unforgiving world. A wry smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

If it's true, that's great.

If you guess wrong, then forget it, there are some things that cannot be undone by manpower, so you can only bear it silently and wait for fate to come.

She looked up at the moon again.

"As a girl, it's really lucky and unlucky!" Looking at the moon in the world with a bright and indifferent gaze, a strange thought inexplicably rose in her heart, and then she sighed in a low voice.

Then, she casually lowered the curtains and hid herself again in the darkness.

……………………

Two days had passed since leaving the Count's Court on Delierion.

In the past two days, the minister did not know what he was busy with, and he never came to work in the ministry, perhaps because he knew that the end had come, and he did not intend to humiliate himself. That's fine.

Charles continued to preside over the work of the ministry with extreme calm, and in the ministry, the caution that "His Excellency the Minister is about to leave office" spread like wildfire, and of course, Charles let this rumor go.

However, just as he was about to leave the ministry in the afternoon, he received a note.

"Monsieur de Treville, you said before that you wanted me to hand over my grandfather's manuscript to you, but because of all kinds of trivial matters, I have not been able to put it in order.

Now, thanks to you, I've got it sorted out. If it's convenient, you can come to my house tomorrow night to pick it up and wait for your visit. ”

Looking at the handwriting on the paper, Charles frowned slightly.

What was she thinking? Haven't you died yet?

Hehe, what a stubborn girl. Charles couldn't help but sneer. Regardless, he really didn't plan to change his mind.

Well. Just go, it doesn't matter. After thinking for a moment, Charles shrugged.

At this moment, he is looking forward to what kind of performance Matilda will have in the future.

……………………

The next day, when Charles had finished his work and had been invited to the Count's palace at Delion. It's already night. To his surprise, Matilda did not come out to receive him, and it was Matilda's maid who received him.

"Is Your Excellency the Minister at home now?" Along the way, Charles always felt that the Earl's Court was more lonely than usual. So he asked.

"The lord and the lady have gone out today and have not come back yet." The maid replied respectfully.

"Oh." Charles answered, then stopped asking, and followed the maid all the way.

"Sir. Wait a minute. Miss will come over later. When the maid brought Charles to Matilda's bedroom, she turned around and left, leaving Charles alone.

Charles was a little baffled, but he wasn't panicking - there was nothing to fear anyway.

Bored, he casually flipped through the contents of the bookshelf.

Because there were only a few candles lit, the brightness of the room was not very sufficient, so after looking at it for a while, Charles felt that his eyes were a little sour, so he opened the curtains.

Moonlight. It slowly penetrated into the room, giving its brilliance to the people in it.

Well. It's a nice place. Charles looked at the night sky, then at the garden outside the window.

Just then, Charles heard the door open from behind him.

He quickly turned his head to look, and then the whole person froze.

"Matilda?" With inexplicable doubts, he asked in a low voice.

"Good evening, Mr. Treville." The voice of the answer dispelled his doubts.

"Oh...... Good evening. Charles laughed.

No wonder Charles was a little shaken, for Matilda's dress was too surprising to him.

Her brown hair was carefully combed and put in a bun, with only a few strands of curly hair hanging down from her ears, and she looked like a fashionable lady. She was wearing a white silk dress, which was as crystal clear as ice and snow in the moonlight, and she buttoned a rose-shaped flower ornament on her left chest, adding a touch of charm to the ice and snow.

She didn't have glasses on her face, and the glasses were looking at him watery, as if they could drip water.

No, it's not that this dress is bad, in fact, it is indeed very beautiful, and the reason why Charles is surprised is only because this dress is very different from the usual Matilda, and more like a socialite with all kinds of charms.

What is the purpose of her dressing up like this? After the initial shock wore off, Charles couldn't help but feel some hesitation in his heart.

Could it be ...... His heart suddenly went cold.

"You seem surprised." Seeing that Charles was still a little surprised, Matilda suddenly laughed. "Isn't it pretty?"

I don't know if it's Charles's delusion or what, he always feels that Matilda's voice at this time is a little less strict than usual, but a little more charming.

"It's not that it's not pretty, it's actually pretty......," Charles replied honestly, "it's just that you don't look the same as you do on weekdays, so I don't get used to it all of a sudden." ”

"I'm at this age, it's time to dress up, otherwise how can I socialize?" Matilda replied with a smile, "Also, thank you for the compliment." ”

"No thanks." Charles nodded, "So, what about those things?" Didn't you say you wanted me to come and get it? ”

"It's all sorted out, you can take it later." Matilda walked over gently, "But you don't have to rush to leave, do you?" ”

Looking at Matilda's figure getting closer and closer, looking at her bright smile, a strange feeling rose in Charles's heart. "What's wrong, Matilda?"

Matilda didn't answer, but walked up to Charles, staring at them.

After staring at each other for a moment, just as Charles was about to look away, Matilda suddenly fell forward.

Caught off guard, Charles subconsciously reached out and dragged her, and then ...... Matilda grabbed his hand. The whole person fell into his arms.

Under the light of the moon, the figures of the two people melted together.

The sudden touch on his chest made Charles stunned. And the orchid-like fragrance rushed straight to the tip of his nose, which made him a little intoxicated for a moment.

"Miss Dilion?" Charles's voice was already shaking.

Matilda, who was in his arms, looked up at him, and the fire in her eyes was so fierce that Charles didn't dare to look at her.

"Sir, will you talk to me a little longer......? It's okay, no one is here tonight. It's just us...... It's just us ......."

The voice was so soft and gentle that Charles couldn't believe it was Matilda who could say it.

He slowly regained his composure, and then stared at the girl in his arms.

It's really beautiful. It's more beautiful than you can imagine.

Suddenly, his hands slowly slid onto the girl's shoulders.

And then...... He thrust hard.

The maiden left his embrace like this.

Matilda, whose shoulders were still firmly grasped by the Charles, was still looking at the Charles. There was a surprise in her eyes. and disappointment that is hard to hide.

"Do you want to use this to make me change my mind?" He asked coldly.

The smile on Matilda's face froze.

"I must admit that I was disappointed." Charr's tone was tinged with uncontrollable tiredness and frustration, "I thought you were different, but you ended up finding a way to do it...... Hmph, by the body? So what is the difference between you and the ladies in the social arena? I'm disappointed...... I thought you were different. ”

Matilda lowered her head.

"That's ...... Doesn't that make you change your mind as well? ”

"Yes, it can't be. What do you think of me? As soon as you are tempted, you will turn things upside down and completely lose your way? No, my dear friend. You look down on me and you look down on yourself. ”

"Sure enough...... Sure enough, it still doesn't work? ”

"No, I'm not going to change my mind. Even if you throw a hug on me, it's useless. Charles replied coldly, "Besides, it's just a minor setback, so why would you do this?" There's still a long way to go, and maybe there's a turnaround......"

After irresponsibly making a wish, Chardon felt uninterested.

"Okay, it looks like I'm here by mistake today, and I'm going to go back now. If you're going to give me something, send someone to my house tomorrow. Matilda, I'm disappointed, I must admit I'm disappointed, I thought you might be different......"

Then, he let go of his hand and turned to leave.

"It seems that flirtatious is really not my forte." A low murmur suddenly sounded behind him. "Mr. Treville, will you listen to me a few more words?"

Charles turned around again, looking at the other man quizzically.

As if there was some inexplicable frustration, Matilda's face suddenly showed a wry smile. The original charm has disappeared, and only the usual strict sù remains.

"I can make you change your mind."

"Huh?"

"I'm going to say a few words of the spell, and under the influence of the spell, you may change your mind and listen to me." With a hint of certainty, Matilda looked up at Charles, and although it looked like a joke, there was no trace of any joke on her face.

"Huh?" If it weren't for the wrong circumstances, Charles would have laughed out loud. "Witchcraft? Let the horses go, I'm not afraid. ”

Ignoring Charles' taunts, Matilda slowly closed her eyes.

"My father has asked His Excellency the Prime Minister to resign, and at the same time has recommended to His Excellency the Prime Minister that Mr. Joseph Bonaparte take his post, and His Excellency has agreed and has conveyed to Mr. President, that if nothing else, this appointment will be carried out in a few days......"

From the first sentence, Charles froze. Matilda spoke slowly, and every word exploded like a bomb in his heart.

Did she mean it really? Is that really the case? Joseph Bonaparte? How could it be him? How could it be him?

All sorts of thoughts came flooding him, so much so that he forgot to answer.

Matilda opened her eyes and looked at Charles with a meaningful gaze.

"Looks like these few of my spells seem to work?"

"You ...... What did you do? Charles had lost his composure and looked at the other fiercely.

"Do you need me to repeat it?" Matilda's face was no longer a sign of any joke.

Charles frowned.

It seems to be true. It is quite possible that Joseph Bonaparte will succeed him as minister.

Whether it was historical criticism or actual contact, Charles felt that Joseph Bonaparte was both ambitious and self-motivated. And he is very powerful, if such a person becomes a minister, then he will find a way to seize power no matter what, right?

If he was just a man who wanted to make money, it would be fine, but he was really a man who wanted to seize power as much as he did and was ambitious...... In any case, my work in the ministry will definitely be greatly disturbed or even hindered by that time. It's just that this person's foundation is too thick, and he can't do it all at once...... Oh no, it's definitely a big problem.

Charles had already thought about who would take over. But Louis Bonaparte didn't seem to have made up his mind either, so he could only speculate, even. Sometimes he thought about the possibility that he would suddenly be lucky enough to become a minister.

But...... Anyone can and no one needs to be afraid, but Joseph Bonaparte was only one of these limited people.

Why him?

"Why?" Charles reluctantly settled his mind and looked at Matilda.

"Why can't you do that?" Matilda asked rhetorically. "It seems. You don't like him, do you? ”

Charles looked at Matilda in a daze, her fair face gradually clouded by her back to the moonlight.

"I was surprised...... So you came up with such an idea. ”

"It's just a gamble, and even if you make a mistake, you won't lose anything." Matilda smiled wryly, "If you value your position more than your idea, you don't care about this threat at all. And you react like this now, then...... Well that said, I really didn't read you right. Instead, I understand you. ”

"Know me?" Charles was a little confused.

"Yes, I've thought about the experience of interacting with you. And all the information you get about you on a daily basis...... Gradually, I understood...... I understand. Matilda suddenly turned around and looked up at the moon in the sky.

"Unlike many of us, perhaps the vast majority, beneath the façade of selfishness, there is an idea, a persistence, in your heart. In your eyes, the idea is above anything, although I don't know where the confidence comes from, but you do want to make yourself a zàoyiqiē, and you are ready to remove all possible obstacles, no matter what method you use, you have the determination and willpower. From that moment on, I understood you...... And, appreciate you more than ever. ”

Charles did not speak.

"If you have that idea, then you don't like the kind of person who would interfere with the implementation of your idea, so I thought, if I can get you to change your mind, I might as well find someone who might threaten your idea. I thought about it carefully, and there were only a few people who could have this kind of character and the strength not to be at your mercy, so I asked my father to resign, and then recommended Mr. Joseph Bonaparte to succeed him. The Prime Minister simply agreed, perhaps he thought it would please Mr. President...... So, Mr. Treville, what do you think? ”

Such a blatant and effective enough threat that Charles couldn't help but tremble a little.

However, he endured the discomfort.

"But, in that case, it's too late for me to change my mind."

"No, it's not too late, you can stop the appointment, just do what I said before, can't you?" Matilda's voice was calm, "If you stop it, then my father will be able to stay." And you, there are probably two endings, one is that you are also retained, which is the best, and one can be regarded as if it never happened; One is to be dismissed, but your ideas will stay there, and I will let my father follow your instructions and continue to carry out your plans, so there is really no difference at all to your ideas, isn't it? It's just a position, but what does it mean to you? These things can only be admired by ordinary people, but they are within reach for you! You'll be able to do it yourself, I'm sure so. ”

"Why should I trust this guarantee?"

"Because I don't want to make a terrible rival for my family." Matilda's voice suddenly lowered, "...... Because I respect you. And appreciate you and identify with you as a person. Are you satisfied with such an answer? ”

"Because you respect me. So you think I'm in a position to dictate the president's decision? Charles laughed.

"The president will say yes, if you plead. Because ......," Matilda's tone was firm, "because the president doesn't like his cousin." Of course, even if he doesn't like it, he won't publicly dismiss his face, and if the prime minister intends to appoint him as a minister, the president won't object to it...... But. If there were objections at the same time, the situation would be very different, because he had steps to go down. I can take advantage of the situation to make the decision to keep my father in office. Of course, I'm not absolutely sure about this, I just need you to try your best, if fate has to abandon our family. I'll take it silently. ”

Charles didn't say anything more. Because...... Because he has already been convinced.

It can be done.

And...... And he should.

It would be a great risk, but if he succeeded, he would certainly continue to apply his ideas in the Ministry of Railways, whether in office or not.

In other words, I was threatened by the girl in front of me, and under her threat, I was ready to agree to her plan. Charles suddenly had such a thought in his mind.

Two lives as a human being, and now the journey is smooth, and the result is today. was threatened by a girl under the age of twenty.

What does that feel like?

This is doubt, this is self-deprecation. This is...... Excited.

Yes, excited. Charles got excited.

He even felt his blood burn all over his body.

Threats are effective because one of the threatening parties holds the weaknesses of the other, while Matilda's threats are effective because she truly understands herself, that is......

"Underneath the façade of selfishness, there is still an idea, a kind of persistence, in your heart. In your eyes, the idea is above anything, although I don't know where the confidence comes from, but you do want to make yourself a qiē, and you are ready to remove all possible obstacles, no matter what method you use......"

It turns out that I am not alone anymore.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the girl in front of him.

She was still facing away from her, looking at the moon outside the window, but her shadow was stretched out by the moonlight and projected onto Charles, as if connected to Charles.

Such joy enveloped Charles that he didn't even notice the tremor in his voice.

"Now that you've come up with such an idea to threaten me, then...... Why did you tempt me in that way? Is this a joke? ”

"Are you kidding? No......" Matilda smiled wryly, "I'm serious. ”

"Huh?"

"You know, Mr. Treville, the situation of a man of mine...... replied in a low voice, "that I am going to marry someone after all, that is, in the future I will marry someone whom I do not know now." And, maybe the other person is old, or ugly, or both...... So......

Matilda was visibly hesitant, but whispered after a moment. "I thought, at least...... At least...... For the first time, I can ...... People I know and admire...... Hey, it's a pity that I still overestimated my femininity, and sure enough...... Sure enough, I can't show off my flirtatiousness. But it's okay, if you had just come back then, I'm afraid I might have looked down on you, but now I haven't done anything, so it's not bad......"

As if it were an illusion, Charles's heart tingled.

"Are you going to do this for this family?"

"It's not a sacrifice...... This family has nurtured me and given me a life that is beyond the reach of ordinary people, and of course I should give it back when it needs it, isn't it how it should be. Moreover...... Besides, my sister has already run away, and I can't run anymore...... Otherwise, what about Dad and Brother? I was already prepared for this kind of realization when I helped my sister escape, but it's nothing, not everyone has lived like this for thousands of years......" Matilda stared at the moonlight and smiled slightly.

It looks like you dug a hole, but you buried yourself?

No, it's not! I dug her in...... We fell in together. Great, great! Hahahaha!

The blood in his body suddenly flowed rapidly, and Charles only felt that his heart was filled with incomparable passion.

"At least my sister is living happily. Isn't that enough? Matilda is really cute, I want to have a daughter like this in the future...... Well......? ”

Her words were abruptly interrupted as she suddenly felt her shoulders being wrapped.

Then, pulled by a tremendous force, she slowly turned around.

Then she found that the person opposite, his face was blood-red, and he was almost ...... It's kind of hideous.

"Mr. Treville?" She asked inquiringly.

"So. What are you waiting for? Let's do it now! It was almost rough, Charles yelled straight out, and then took her into his arms.

"But you weren't ...... It's not ......," Matilda panicked. She tried to struggle, but couldn't break free of those arms.

"I've changed my mind." Charles stared into her eyes and said word by word.

It turns out that I am not alone.

Then he didn't wait for the other person to answer. Just bow your head. Kissed Matilda's bright red lips.

"Hmm...... Hmm......" Matilda's eyes widened, trying to say something but nothing came out, as if it was useless to feel that it was useless to struggle, and gradually she stopped struggling.

Charles' tongue stirred in her mouth, but she didn't cooperate at all, just staring at Charles.

It doesn't matter, even if it's jerky, it's just what I want!

Charles kissed him heartily before leaving Matilda's lips. Then he looked at Matilda carefully.

Matilda in the moonlight, her fair face seems to glow with seduction. The mist of the eyes seemed to make anyone lose - Charles would never admit that it could be astigmatism caused by myopia.

What a beautiful girl, I've already found out.

"Don't sue me, you want to change your mind."

Matilda looked at Charles who was close at hand, and at this moment in her heart was not only confused, but also frightened, and the young man in front of her exuded a terrifying look in his eyes, as if he was a wolf who wanted to devour people.

Obviously he was so handsome just now...... Men are terrible creatures.

If I had said, 'I've changed my mind,' I'd probably be strangled here," a thought suddenly flashed through her mind, as if she had given herself an excuse. Then she slowly closed her eyes.

There is no answer, it is the final answer.

The boundless ecstasy was pouring from his head to his feet like a downpour, and he felt his blood even burn at this time.

What are you waiting for!

Charles picked Matilda up sideways, then walked over to her bedside and placed her on the bed.

Then, his hand slowly reached for Matilda's dress, and although his hand was trembling, he placed it on top of the rose ornament accurately. The touch from his hand made it even more difficult for him to control himself.

It looks thin, but it turns out to be unexpected.

Perhaps because of her shyness, Matilda still kept her eyes closed and did not speak.

But she didn't stop either.

For an unemployed girl, can you ask for more?

Charles gently unbuttoned the floral ornament, then ...... Just as he was about to peel down the barrier, Matilda's hand suddenly grabbed his. Matilda then looked at Charles with some panic and hesitation.

"Special ...... Mr. Treville, we ...... Shall we still ...... Forget it...... This...... I think...... I think ......"

Her slender hand was forcibly pinched by Charles.

Hmph, it's late, I'm going to ...... now Gotta get you.

Perhaps realizing that Charles' will was unshakable, Matilda finally closed her eyes again.

"Good...... All right. As if to confirm it at the last moment, she uttered a final murmur.

Charles tugged hard.

Soon, the whole skirt was stripped off.

The girl lay on the white sheets, bathed in silver light.

Such a beautiful scene made Charles a little stunned for a moment.

"What a beautiful man!"

Matilda's face turned even redder with her eyes still closed, and she knew that she would soon have the rite of adulthood. Shy, scared, expectant, and a little confused and excited...... God knows how much a girl has in her heart at this moment!

But even so, she did not move, and it was evident that she had already made up her mind—what a woman she was. Charles couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

This kind of exclamation brings up that boundless excitement even more.

I was recognized, understood, and appreciated by such wonderful people......

He suddenly felt a swelling pain in his lower abdomen, and he reached for the buttons of his clothes, and began to undress faster than he had ever done before.

Matilda's eyes were wide open, enough for her to see Charles's movements. While closing her eyes and opening a slit, how strange is the girl's mind?

"What if...... If you can, try to be lighter, okay? I've heard...... I've heard...... It seems to hurt the first time...... If you can......" Seeing that Charles was getting less and less, Matilda asked with a little fear.

Then, she stopped, because the young man opposite had already stripped himself.

The body like an ancient sculpture, and the thing that stands tall...... It was all in her eyes.

It's scary.

A sudden sense of dread suddenly gripped Matilda's heart.

Then, the young man leaned down, and the smile on his face, which had been so kind, was now twisted and hideous.

"No, I won't. You will be in pain, and you will always remember this pain...... I'm going to...... I want you to remember it forever! As if shouting from within, he let out a low growl, as if to say a prophecy, "You will always remember." ”

Then, he pounced on Matilda.

The sudden feeling of heavy pressure and the heavy breathing blowing on her face made Matilda a little dizzy for a while. But the young man in front of him grabbed her hands without the slightest pity, and then the two of them stared like this.

"I won't regret it." As if to show off her pride, Matilda looked at Charles stubbornly. "I don't need you to feel sorry for me, don't say sorry afterwards."

Those hateful hands reached at her feet, gradually lifting her legs.

"I won't let you regret it."

She got such an arrogant answer.

Before Matilda could think about anything more, a sharp pain was transmitted to her brain as if she had been penetrated by a spoiler. Matilda couldn't help but snort.

It hurts!

It hurts a lot more than I thought.

But...... And not to the point of being unbearable.

"How? Pain, right? Remember this moment for the rest of your life. Charles whispered as he gazed at the girl beneath him.

At this moment, his heart was filled with boundless excitement, and a sense of conquest peculiar to males.

However, despite his unapproaching words, his movements were very gentle.

After making sure that Matilda was used to the initial pain, he moved slowly, but at a slow pace. Matilda's irrepressible cry of pain kept reaching his ears, like the drumbeat of a marching horn, and like the firewood that fueled it, and his passion burst out like a tidal wave.

Driven by this passion, he began to stir incessantly, desperately trying to vent his energy on the poor girl.

And for this young girl, she is also experiencing the most wonderful changes in her life.

As the pain wore off, Matilda felt a strange sensation in her body...... The indescribable and inextricable sense of pleasure gradually dominated her body. As if by a ghost's erroneous gesture, she stretched out her hand and wrapped her arms around the other's waist tightly.

In the moonlight, two young men and women were entangled and rolling, as if they had melted together. Both of them were swallowed up by a torrent of pleasure, the most primitive pleasure of human beings, which seemed to never end. (To be continued......)