Mary Kinson : "..."

Did Earel change his mouth so quickly?

Mary Kinson thought that her father was not at home, so she had to pick up herself.

But before she left, Richard Black was already walking towards her, his steps were very light.

He was wearing a white housewares robe and cotton trousers. His legs are straight and slender. Even though he dresses casually, the lonely and cold swing of King's Landing is not halved in his bones.

He's just a little more sluggish than before.

This man's aura is too strong, so she can not help but breathe easily, she lifts her lips and greets, "William Black is here."

He pursed his lips, "Accompany me to the party."

Mary Kinson tilted her small head, with some confusion in her beautiful eyes.

"Mr. Sam at the Research Institute happened to get some rare crescent grass, and he threw a party, as entrusted by my grandfather,and I happened to be there." William Black saw a trace of coldness in her eyes, and added, "If you do not like the complicated surroundings, you can not go."

Mary Kinson looked up as if there were stars in his eyes and pursed her lips, "I'll go."

William Black's thin lips opened softly, "Well, shall Mrs.Black show me to our room, huh?"

His voice was suddenly quiet for a few minutes, "Mrs. Black ," three words that sounded extra nice to be sexy.

Mary Kinson's eyes suddenly widened, and she was not ready to sleep in a bed with him.

Marriage was something she never aspired to, but now that she had it, she could not live up to it.

After a long while she said in a mute voice, "Good."

Reassured, Mary Kinson took a step.

After going up the stairs, she pushed open the door of the room.

William Black was half leaning against the door, his eyes slightly narrowed,and he was looking into her room.

The bedroom is very large, simply furnished, and of an upscale atmosphere.

There is a six-foot bed with white sheets that looks very comfortable, and a sofa the same color as the background wall.

Mary Kinson looked round and was about to ask if there was anything else to be added to the room. But the look fell into his long, narrow eyes, as if he had been scalded, and quickly recovered.

This man seemed a natural king, and his entire body exuded a sense of the danger of predation, as if he were a walking hormone.

She took a deep breath and her heart beat faster, but she could not help but sneak a glance at him.

William Black glanced back and chuckled, "The bed is good."

Mary Kinson touched the hot earlobe and ran into the room as if fleeing.

William Black followed her and lifted his lips, "Sofa, redundant."

Mary Kinson's eyes quivered.

They had just been married. How could he be so eager?

She wants to think so, but she can not help gazing silently into his handsome face and secretly swallowing the saliva.

William Black is very close to her, as long as he leans over he can hold her.

His eyes stared at her deep red beautiful lips, and his pointed eyebrows raised slightly, "I guess Mrs. Black thought I was sleeping separately from you, huh?"

Mary Kinson woke up and took a step back. The distance from him was not so dangerous. Only then did she say, "It's better to keep a little distance during the trial marriage."

William Black stepped forward, and the long arm went right through her waist, pulling her hard against him, gluing her abdomen together and reaching zero distance directly.

Through his clothes, Mary Kinson could almost feel his body boiling hot and his muscles strong.

He leaned forward, his lips pressed to her ears, and his voice was sexy and insistent, "With me, there's only marriage, not trial marriage."

Mary Kinson breathed heavily, and a man's tobacco-mixed breath traced the tip of her nose, and her cheeks instantly turned red and translucent.

"Mr. Black, if we can have a good talk, do not you, OK?"

He looked at her lovely red face, the corners of her mouth imperceptibly rising slightly, but still let her go and called out with a tilt of his head, "Earel."

Earel heard the noise and said, "Uncle, all your things are in a separate study."

"Push the sofa out."

Earel nodded, "Yes."

Mary Kinson only felt that this man ruled her family better than she did, and did not feel that he was just an outsider.

Soon after, the sofa was carried away.

After William Black sending Earel away, he closed the door of the room and looked at her with downcast eyes, "Now it's time to talk about us."

Mary Kinson looked out of the window. It was already dark, and the little lights in the garden were shining. The dim light inexplicably imparted a feeling of drunkenness.

She swallowed her saliva, looked around, looked up and down once more, and said tensely, "But ... Did not you say that before?"

William Black stared at her.

After a long while he opened the briefcase Earel had sent him, took out a dainty little box and handed it to her, "Open it."

A token of love?

Mary Kinson took it.

But it was a red marriage certificate, and she said in an incredulous way, "This is?"