Chapter 192 Women are always emotional.
The time is pushed back to about twenty minutes ago.
In a newly erected tent in the camp, a young couple was sleeping side by side in their clothes.
Then the young woman woke up suddenly, gasping for air.
De Vere-Perle wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, then touched his racing heart, still feeling a lingering fear.
The approach of death during the day was too scary for her.
He had clearly fallen asleep just now, but the enemy's scimitar and the screams of his guards reappeared in his mind.
Very real, very bloody.
She even dreamed of her husband turning into a flesh and blood skeleton, screaming and howling in the fire, telling her to leave quickly.
Thinking of the scene in his dream, Deville subconsciously hugged his chest with both hands and his body trembled slightly.
After a while, it gradually stopped.
She looked at her husband beside her and found that he was fast asleep.
There was no way, Charles was injured. Although it was not fatal, he lost a lot of blood and needed to rest and recover.
It was very dark in the tent and very quiet around me.
Fragments of the day flashed back in Deville's mind from time to time.
She used to like this kind of silence, but now she just feels flustered.
She pushed her husband Charles gently first, then snored lightly without any reaction.
"I'm so scared, Charles, can you wake up..."
she murmured softly.
But the husband still didn't wake up.
Deville felt a little disappointed in her heart. She stood up and walked out of the tent.
Outside the tent, it was quite quiet, but around, there were guards patrolling, holding torches, and the sounds of people moving around, which gave people a sense of security.
Deville looked at the bright moon in the sky, felt a little cold, and subconsciously crossed his arms.
She looked around and found a high ground behind the camp. There seemed to be no one there. The view there seemed to be good, and it seemed safe.
After hesitating for a while, she walked there.
When she walked from the path to the high ground, she found a person sitting in the grass.
When she was about to leave, she saw the man turning around.
It's Hardy.
I don’t know why, but she walked over by mistake.
Hardy sat in the grass, watching Deville come over, and asked with a chuckle: "Ms. Pell, you can't sleep either?"
Deville sat down next to Hardy, she held her arms and looked down. The camp, nodded slightly.
Hardy looked at Deville. At this time, the latter was wearing Madame Sissi's white dress. With this frightened and uneasy look, she actually had a pitiful temperament.
Deville's previous temperament was more heroic. Such an appearance and such a contrast made Hardy find it quite interesting.
"Sir Hardy, what are you doing here?" Deville asked slowly, staring down in front of him.
"Eat some midnight snack." Hardy handed over the last piece of pastry: "Would you like some?"
Deville shook her head, resting her chin on her arm and asked in a low voice: "Your Excellency Hardy, this war, Can we win?"
"I don't know."
De Vere's already uneasy heart became even more flustered when she heard this. She turned to look at Hardy: "You are so powerful, don't you dare to influence the direction of the war? ?"
"No matter how powerful I am, I am only one person." Hardy took back the pastry in his hand: "And what we are facing are tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands."
Hardy's voice was very gentle and very powerful. magnetic.
At least that's how it seems to Dwyer.
"Aren't you scared?"
"A little bit." Hardy said with a smile: "But when you really fight, you don't know how to be scared."
"I really envy you brave people." Deville looked at his palms, visible to the naked eye. Trembling: "I'm a very timid person, and I'm also very afraid of death. I usually act very fierce and aggressive, but in fact I'm just a coward." Hardy advised: "This is human nature, you don't need to belittle yourself. Ms. Pell."
"But I'm really scared." Deville looked at Hardy: "I can't sleep at all now. As soon as I close my eyes, blood rains from the sky. Even if I barely fall asleep, I will fall asleep soon. Wake up, I've had enough, what should I do, Mr. Hardy."
"Don't think so much...Think of something happy..."
"Hug me."
Deville put his arms around Hardy's arms, his eyes filled with laughter. It clearly revealed strong fear, but it also had a watery feeling.
Very contradictory.
Hardy was stunned for a moment: "What did you say?"
"Hold me, please." Deville hugged Hardy's arm harder and harder, as if he didn't want to let him go.
Hardy stared into Deville's eyes, and then realized that the other party was not joking.
Just let yourself 'hold' her.
Hardy once read such a popular science article.
It is said that after a human being faces death and narrowly escapes death, the first and most realistic reaction is: estrus.
Or the desire to reproduce.
Because human beings' instinct is to continue their DNA, and the fear of death is the best stimulus.
He originally thought this was just a sensational article, but judging from Deville's current state, it seemed to be true.
Seeing that Hardy didn't speak or move, Deville took the initiative to sit on his lap, and the two faced each other.
"Please." Deville shed tears: "I'm so scared, so scared!"
Hardy took a deep breath: "Your husband is down there."
"Keep your voice down, he can't hear it. "
While talking, Deville removed his 'equipment', and then thrust the thick 'front armor' into Hardy's face.
"I just want a night of happiness, please help me eliminate my fear, the majestic and handsome Sir Hardy."
Hardy took a deep breath.
He is not Liu Xiahui, and he cannot do such a thing.
There is nothing new under the silver moon.
It is nothing more than the spiritual communication between men and women.
The grass swayed gently, and the sweet female voice suppressed its own volume. Even though it was late at night, it could not travel far.
Hardy saw the style of the Ajiaka Empire and what flaming red lips are.
It is really passionate and makes people feel relaxed and happy.
Three hours later, Dwyer returned to his tent.
This isn't Hardy's limit, it's Deville's limit.
Her legs were very weak now, but she still went to Hadi's tent and tested her body with water to remove the odor from her body.
Then he returned to his tent.
Her husband, Charles, was still asleep and had no idea what had just happened or what his wife had done.
Deville fell back to sleep on the carpet, the ultimate pleasure bringing the ultimate peace of mind.
Then as soon as she closed her eyes, a comforting darkness hit her.
In this dream, there was no more bloodshed and no fear of death.
She dreamed of her wedding three years ago. In the church, she was wearing a white dress and stretched out her left hand to the man.
The man who puts the ring on her is her husband.
It's Charles, but upon closer inspection, it looks a lot like Hardy.
No matter which face she looked on, she felt warm and happy.
(End of chapter)