"What do you know?" Agape hurriedly wiped the heat from his face, "Let's be more solemn. What does this look like?"
This fully shows how terrifying power is. After sensing and using it for the first time, this slave boy who was originally timid and guarded could actually muster the courage to rebuke the other party without worrying about corporal punishment. body.
Gerald smiled heartily, and through the banquet, he drew closer to Agape without leaving any trace, whether it was mentally or physically.
He made witty witticisms and picked up those humorous jokes at his fingertips, making Agape laugh. At this time, he would pinch the boy's wrist affectionately or brush his soft hair; he would use a wine glass to Covering his lips, he secretly scolded the big shots at the ball to Agape. He ridiculed their various outfits and pointedly mocked the foreign accents from the other side of the ocean; he talked about the affairs of the powerful, and talked about How they held up their trousers and ran away from their lover's window in embarrassment, and how they defeated their political and love rivals, and how they were defeated by their political and love rivals.
As he spoke, he also encouraged Agape to make some quiet and pointed sarcasm, inviting him to become his dishonorable accomplice. Agape's face turned red, and a shy excitement could not help but grow sinfully in his heart.
So he also stammered a few comments. Compared to Gerald's sharp words, he was much gentler and more humble. Even so, Agape still felt the hot blood rushing back and forth to his head, making him violently dizzy.
After the cocktail party ended, this dreamy feeling of being light and walking on the clouds did not disappear. On the way back, all the way to the door of his own room, Agape was giggling and staggering like a drunkard.
"Come on," Gerald said with a smile, "it seems that I have made you crazy, my friend. Will you still be conscious, or will I have to face a man who can't smile for the rest of my life? Where’s the fool who stopped?”
"How natural your expression was when you said the words 'the rest of your life,'" Agape marveled, "as if it would really happen."
Gerald asked: "What, don't you believe it?"
Agape's smile dimmed a little, and he shook his head: "This is ridiculous, my lord. Look at you, a man who is more majestic than a king, why do you need to pay attention to a slave?"
Gerald pushed aside his messy forehead hair and stared intently into his eyes, as if staring at the sparkling sea.
"Then let this be your witness, my friend," he whispered, "I know that actions speak a hundred times louder than words."
After saying that, he placed a burning kiss on Agape's lips.
Strange to say, this kiss also brought them a strange experience - the moment their lips were glued together, their souls seemed to be fused together. Those who are sincere are trembling, while those who are false are horrified. Unknowingly, when they slowly separate, they are still in deep shock and cannot recover for a long time.
Agape was panting and said in a daze: "I...I believe you."
"...You should," Gerald murmured, "Yes, you should believe me."
The two of them looked at each other, as if they had a thousand words to say, and yet they seemed unable to say a word. After a moment, Agape said good night hastily, and Gerrard nodded without saying a word. This psychedelic night, a night as strange as a carriage moving at a rapid pace, finally came to an end.
I don't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing, but in Agape's heart, a vague love burned.
This young boy was a poor man wandering around the world. His deformed body distorted his destiny. During the nineteen long years, he was forced to become a timid, cautious and submissive person. He has a delicate mind and learned to act by looking at people's faces early, because he has to guess the mood of those who have the ability to control him; however, he is not sentimental, because this is an ability prepared for people who still have some breathing room. Fate oppressed him so heavily that sadness had no use for it.
However, once he had his own time and the freedom to think, his thoughts immediately got out of control, making him feel fascinated.
"Gerald loves me", "I should be alert", "But he loves me", "I am a slave and I have to know my status"... and so on, messy thoughts kept swirling in his mind, almost making him unconscious. , unable to control himself, forgetting everything about reality. This should be a very dangerous sign, indicating that the man had exerted such a great influence on him, but Agape was unaware of it and allowed his thoughts to take him further and further away.
But what's the use of thinking so much? Whenever he was mentally prepared and warned himself to "keep to his duty", Gerald would immediately knock on his door and invite him out with a smile, as if he could hear the nonsense in his heart.
As a result, his psychological defense will always be quickly defeated.
Around Gerald, he smiled more and more, blushed more and more, and became more and more casual and bold. People should realize one thing, that is, once the fire of love is ignited, it can never be extinguished casually.
Facing Gerald's passionate confession and kiss, his passion was mixed with despair. Agape inevitably wanted to repay, but what could he repay? Impulsively, he moved his fingers close to his chin and unbuttoned the first button - this was the only way he knew how to repay - but then stopped guiltily.
Agape flinched when he thought of his unusual body.
"What's wrong?" Gerald asked with concern.
"I..." He opened and closed his lips, not knowing how to speak.
Gerald understood something, and he smiled and said: "We don't have to go so fast, do we? That's good."
After a pause, he added: "Although I still don't understand whether your feelings for me are mostly gratitude or love, but I can always wait until the day you truly love me."
Agape also smiled happily. In Gerald's arms, he smelled the fresh scent of frankincense and sea breeze.
"Okay." He said.
Gerald kissed the top of his hair and whispered: "Good night, my dearest."
The candle went out, but the starlight in Agape's heart began to flourish, almost lighting up the whole world.
Although Gerald clearly expressed his forgiving views, the secret about his body was still a fish bone stuck in his throat, which stung unbearably and made him unhappy without spitting it out. Gerald naturally noticed his worries and asked several times what happened. Agape thought hard for several nights, and finally plucked up the courage to tell him the unbearable fact during a walk.
"...My parents abandoned me and I was sold into the hands of others. For this reason, I cannot work as an ordinary servant." He took a deep breath, "If...I mean if, you despise me from now on, I won't blame you for looking at me differently, I..."
After listening to his statement, Gerard was silent for a long time. Agape was waiting for his speech, just like a death row prisoner waiting for his final trial. He waited and waited, and then he heard Gerald sigh: "Why should I despise you, my friend? In your eyes, am I just such a villain who can act according to the circumstances? On the contrary, I am among the What I saw and heard while sailing was beyond ordinary people's imagination. I know that there are all kinds of strange things in this world, and their fate is not determined by themselves, but is born with misfortune. So, I want to tell you, why are you I've suffered a lot, but it's not your fault."
Hot tears rolled down Agape's face, and he hugged Gerald tightly, unable to utter a syllable from his lips.
God, I thank you, he thought, maybe there are good and bad rewards in the world, and all the suffering I have suffered is just to meet him in this spring.
Now that minds are connected, intimate love happens naturally at the same time.
This long spring seemed to never end, they made love in the room, on the terrace, in the priceless rose garden of the White Tower. Agape's eyes were wet, like sapphires soaked with dew. The midsummer sun was blazing, but his body seemed to be even more scorching than the sun.
Gerald bit his ear and smiled greedily: "We crushed all the roses. Those slave traders will hate us to death, right?"
The broken rose exuded an intoxicating sweet fragrance, and Agape could no longer speak, and he became a drunken man.
"Just give birth to a child that belongs to us, okay?" Jerad kissed his lips hard, took off a ring from his little finger, and pressed it firmly into the young man's palm, which deeply hurt him, "Wait a minute. When we leave this island and return to land, we will find a church, we will take an oath, and then we will become husband and wife from now on..."
When Agape came back to his senses from the long trembling, Gerald was still caressing his neck with delicate kisses. The bright sapphire was embedded in his palm, leaving a circle of red. Gorgeous brand.
Gerrard put the ring on him himself, which only allowed his little finger to pass through, but fit perfectly on Agape's middle finger. The man smiled softly and said: "It's very suitable, right? It belongs to you. When we get to the shore, I will hit you with a bigger and heavier one, so heavy that you can't even lift your fingers."
"Marriage...is it true?" Agape's thoughts hadn't returned yet and he couldn't help but ask hesitantly.
"Of course it's true." Gerald kissed his sweat-stained forehead, "I swear this on the honor of my family and myself."
They got up from the rose garden, which was crushed to the ground. Gerald put on his coat, wrapped him in a blanket, hugged him in his arms, and the two of them ran openly from the front door to the bedroom, attracting the attention of the servants along the way. of exclamations. Gerald laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe, and Agape laughed too. His heart was filled with sweet dreams, and love made him radiant and courageous.
I love you, I will always love you, he thought innocently, loving you with my life.
At night, they were lying on the bed hugging each other, and the stars outside the window never ended. Agape leaned his head gently on Gerald's warm arms, he couldn't sleep.
Their first time happened in a natural way, as natural as breathing. Gerald kissed his forehead, lips and fingertips, and they soon put everything aside and were honest with each other on the bed.
Gerald did not laugh at his deformed body. On the contrary, he encouraged him and praised him with warm words. Needless to say, Agape had never been so loved. His parents hated him, his character was weak and meek, and he didn't even have a decent friend. Gerald was the only person who was so kind to him.
He touched the ring on his hand cherishingly. The sapphire ring was deep and clear, reflecting unparalleled splendor under the starlight. This was not only a ring, but also his love and a sincere commitment. His and Gerald's souls were connected through this small ring. How miraculous.
Couples in love have a blazing flame running through them. First love always makes people lose their minds and they are tortured by this kind of fanatical love. Agape was originally disheartened and could not believe in the existence of God, but now he is praying quietly to the god he already believes in: "You redeem me, respect me, and make me feel loved. If you use your I swear on my family and reputation, then I...I am also willing to swear on my own life to buy you eternal peace and happiness, Gerald."
He gently turned his slender fingers, and the brilliance of the sapphire scattered into countless tiny points of light, jumping onto his cheeks, like a rain of tears in the darkness.