Holding Ronasa in his arms, Liszt rode Blackdragon slowly along the coastline to enjoy the sunset. He had to admit that he didn't know what to do next.
His original intention was to help Levis and leave a good impression on Ronasa, so that she would no longer urge her sister to pursue freedom and marry Levis in peace.
But after the mishap, the two of them were riding together.
The contact between their chest and back, coupled with the beautiful scene of the sunset falling into the sea, made the atmosphere unwittingly become ambiguous. He felt the slight tremble of the petite body in his arms, and could even hear the acceleration of her heartbeat, as well as the sound of her increasingly heavy breathing.
Suddenly, as if they had a telepathic connection, Liszt gently pulled her shoulders.
She obediently turned her upper body sideways, turned her neck back, and closed her eyes. Liszt raised his upper body and looked at her long eyelashes. Without any politeness, he wrapped his hands around her slender waist, pulled her into his embrace, and fiercely kissed her rosy cheeks.
Sucking.
Entanglement.
Feeling that this position was somewhat awkward, he abruptly parted the lips and tongues that were passionately kissing. He quickly picked Ronasa up and placed her horizontally on the horse's back.
"Ah … Ugh …" Before Ronasa could cry out in alarm, half of her voice was blocked in her mouth, and she could only let out a soft snort through her nose.
The passionate kiss was like practicing the difficult piano. He had to use all his strength to cater to it. His mind was empty, without any thoughts. There was only the feedback from his body. There was a warm touch that kept roaming through his clothes, making him feel numb. He wanted to resist, but he couldn't bear to resist.
He was lost in the enjoyment of primitive nature.
Despite the red sunlight, the shadows of the two of them were elongated.
… …
In the distance.
The retainer Knight of the two aristocrats had gathered together. Seeing the crushed figures, no one dared to approach. They just silently dismounted and pulled their horses to find grass to eat.
Xavier Oxdung patted Philip Wool on the shoulder and whispered: "Sir Lord is too powerful."
"What?" Philip was somewhat puzzled.
Xavier pursed his lips: "Of course it's charm, Sir Lord's charm is unrivaled."
"Yes, Xavier, you are right. In Flower Town, everyone respects and loves Sir Lord. He is a born son of glory, and the glory of a Knight that favors him shines like the sun."
"Uh, I didn't want to talk about that."
Philip was stunned. "Is that so? What are you talking about?"
"Can't you see what Sir Lord is doing?" Xavier said in a fussy tone, "Who is that? She's the noble young lady of the Golden Wheat Family. She's as unattainable as the stars in the sky. But now, she is in the arms of our Lord, enjoying his passion. "
"That's normal." Philip looked at the distant seaside. Liszt and Ronasa had already dismounted and were strolling hand in hand among the rocks. "Sir Lord is like the sun, and the young lady of the Golden Wheats family is like the stars. Isn't it only natural that the sun and the stars are together?"
"Eh …"
Xavier suddenly felt that what Philip said was very reasonable, and he was speechless.
He really wanted to say that this should be a very surprising thing! His Sir Lord was just a small country Baron, while the other party was the young lady of the Golden Wheats family, a socialite destined to be a great aristocratic madam. As a result, it only took half a day for her to fall into the hands of Sir Lord.
However, on second thought, Sir Lord's future was bound to be bright, and his status was equally noble. Why couldn't he hold hands and kiss the young lady of the Golden Wheats family?
He had seen a young lady of the count's family tidy up Sir Lord's collar at the time of their parting in the Longtaro Castle, full of tenderness.
He had also seen the powerful and beautiful female mercenary look at Sir Lord with a deep love in her eyes.
From the moment he was selected as a retainer Knight, he felt that Sir Lord seemed to shine, exuding the glory of a Knight. He also firmly believed that by following Sir Lord, he would receive a lot of glory.
Therefore.
He looked at the aristocratic men and women strolling hand in hand on the rocky beach. It was very harmonious, as if it was only natural. "Sir Lord should be like this."
Suddenly.
He thought of the female mercenary Paris: "Fortunately, she did not follow, otherwise, when she saw Sir Lord and the young lady of the Golden Wheats family, I'm afraid her heart would split. However, she is just a mercenary. She should be able to understand that Sir Lord is not something someone of her status can hope for. "
The gap between aristocracy and commoners was engraved in everyone's mind.
Without experiencing a mighty ideological liberation movement, such ideological shackles could never be erased – it was just that the transmigrator Liszt, who was supposed to carry the banner of reform, had been corrupted into a member of the aristocracy, dreaming of a life riding a dragon, and had no time for reform.
… …
The setting sun eventually sank into the sea, leaving only a faint afterglow and a trace of brightness.
Holding Ronasa's hand and looking at the sixteen-year-old girl's excited smile, he couldn't help but smile as well: "Dear, it's time to go back."
"Yes." Rhonasa jumped down from a rock and threw herself at Liszt. She grabbed one of his arms as if she was going to hang onto him. She raised her head and blinked her big eyes. "But I don't want to go back yet."
Liszt lowered his head and kissed her mouthwatering red lips again.
The girl had already overcome the initial awkwardness. She moved her hands away from his arm and wrapped them around his neck. She stood on tiptoe and began to forcefully respond to Liszt's kiss. She was a little over 1.6 meters tall, which made her look a little short in front of Liszt, who was more than 1.85 meters tall.
He opened his mouth.
After calming his emotions, Liszt released his hands that were still roaming around Ronasa's body. He held her little hand again and repeated: "It's time to go back."
"Yes." Having received a kiss, Ronasa no longer threw a tantrum and nodded meekly.
Liszt whistled.
In the distance, Blackdragon, who was grazing, galloped over. Liszt supported Ronasa's waist and sent her up, then nimbly got up.
He held the girl's slender waist and urged the horse to gallop.
It was already dark by the time they hurried back to Tulip Castle. Under the moonlight, they chatted wittily and stopped at the castle gate. After helping Ronasa off the horse, Liszt did not hold her hand again. This was not a moment of passion and indulgence after a ball, and he needed to take into account the reserved nobility.
"Is that Dosen?" Ronasa exclaimed when she saw a huge dog coming towards her.
"Yes, do you want to pet it?" Liszt waved his hand, and Tremblingwoods wagged its tail and approached, letting Rhonasa stroke its shiny black fur.
Liszt seemed to see his guard Paris poking her head out of a window on the first floor of the castle, but then shrank back.
He didn't care and just smiled at Ronasa: "Dosen is about a year old. I was lucky to meet it when it was young."
"I've never seen such a docile Intermediate World of Warcraft. Liszt, will you ride it into the battlefield?"
"Of course, it will be my companion in battle."
Ronasa immediately looked at him with her big eyes, which were bright and twinkling: "You have a great future ahead of you. I hope to see you enjoy even more glory in the near future."
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