Book1:TeDream-Maker
书迷正在阅读：如影随形（1v1）h , 黄金城 , cao男人的日日夜夜 , 心情小记 , 【虫族/总攻】虫皇陛下 , 绿光与无梦之夜 , 顶流她又强又沙雕 , 一世诏书 , 晨光之爱 , 精灵盛院 , [综恐]谁是我的爱？ , 【反派初始化/暮辰】老情人
hattheyremainforeverinthereader’smind．Thatisthecharismaofliterature．DimitrisuggestedthatAngelicashouldlookarouhrenewedperceptionandlearnfromtheheavens，theskies，themountainsandtheseas．Thensheshouldtakeadventureinwarddeepinsidehermind，becauseonlythosewithih，intuitivearatingintelligenakeuseofthesematerialstanithesis． Theyranon，steadilyrotatingonthecircurtrack,herheartbeatandherbreathingwereperfectlycoordinatedaasenseofpurepleasurefromherfleshbodyduetoexercise．Shethought，"HowfortunateIamnottobemadeintoamarblestatue，butamfleshandblood-theofanimals．HowgdIamthatIdidn’tthrowmylifeawayheedlessly.”Herbraitudetowardslifeaffeotonlyherpersonallifebuthercreativepowersaswell．ItwaslikebeingbaihingintheKingdombecamematerialforherwriting：Thestrarastsofantiquityandmodernizationandthebeautifulsery，theinhabitantswhocamefromallersoftheworld．Herdescriptionofthetwenty-fourbeautieswereespeciallysuperb．Theirverygnces，smilesauresseemedtodepicttheirdifferentpersonalities，temperamentsandbackgroundsandcamealiveunderherpen．ShemadethesesketchesintoacolleofprosearyaoshowthemtoKingDimitriwhenhecamebackbeforefinalizingthemanuscript．Turningaroundtofacethesettingsun，sheranbackwardsandmadeaVsigntowardsitaurnedbacktoruntothefinish．Iance，shesawthesmilingfacesofAishaandStephaniewelingher． Lotus: Ieeroftherealworld，thesettingsunhadnotquitedisappearedfromthewest;thecrestmoonwasalreadyhasteningtomakeherentraheeasternsky．Onthebraheoldelmtreeinfrontofthesolitaryinnbytheroadsidehungabrightrednternwithadleinsideflickeringintheslightbreeze-awelesigravelers，signifyingfood,drinkawinklingstarscouldbeseenfromamidthebrahetreelikenaturalors．Thiswasnotathhfareleadingtomajorcitiesandtheneighbvilgeswerequiteprosperouswithshopsandsmallbusiragmerts，peddlersandfarmerssellingtheirproduce．Thethatchedroofoftheinnpromisedshelter．Severaldwarf-sizedtablesandstoolsintheopencourtyardwereclearlyvisible，aswasthebeautifulyounggirlsittingbythestove，tendingthefireinaneasymannershowingherdispositioleasthemoonlight．Itwasnotthetimeforafair，sotherewerefewpassersbyandbusinesswassck． ThewanderingDimitrisatalohedwarfedstool,phiswarmedwinefromasmalltinjar,enjoyingtheprovincialdishesofferedbytheinn，amidthewildseryofthestraid．Justthen，aleanyellow-haireddogapproachedhistable,tailwaggingbeggingforfood．Dimitrilookedatitandthoughtthatitwasoddlyfamiliar,buthebrushedawaytheideaasabsurd，forhowcouldhehaveseenthedogbeforeifthiswashisfirstvisittothispartoftheglobe?However,hetosseditabigkofmeat．Thedoggobbleditupandthenlookedlonginglyatthetinjarwithgreedyeyesanditsmouthwatered．Dimitriwasamusedandgood-naturedlypouredoutabowlofwinefulltothebrim,setitdownonthegroundandwatchedthedogpitupgreedily．Drunkandreeling,thedogturogoanddisappearedintothedarkeningtwilight． Dimitriwatcheduntilthestrangedogdisappearedfromsight,thentakingupacuphepouredhimselfanothercupofwarmwihewinebroughtafortable，warmsensationtohisstomach．Hewassoengrossedinwatgthedogthathedidnotnoticethefigureofanoldwood-cutterappearuheredntern．Itwasonlywhenth