Her Overbearing Man

It's a pity that this ordinary sentence didn't make Mabel successfully analyze anything from it. She didn't even feel the slight change of the other party's breath, even a little bit.

Perhaps it was not a big deal for the count, so he didn't care.

It is also possible that the count has strong self-control over his emotions. Even if it touches him, Mapel can't feel it at all.

Ma Peier thought a little, and thought that the latter was more likely.

But this is not the time to think about these things. She withdrew her divergent thoughts and shook her head. "I don't know what you mean, count. I just tell you what I feel."

No one found that the countess's usual light calm disappeared, replaced by a solemn.

He deeply looked at the woman in front of him. His eyes were sharp, cold and heartless, as if he wanted to see the person thoroughly from the inside to the outside, and he just looked at her, trying to crush the woman in front of him with momentum.

However, to the count's surprise, the seemingly gentle and weak woman in front of her just frowned at the beginning, and then there was no other change.

As if his aim for her, only worth her a slight frown.

Then her eyes were still soft and tender, as if the count was an innocent child, making trouble in front of her, but she contained everything.

That strange feeling made the countess's anger disappear suddenly. Instead, it was a kind of inexplicable emotion, mixed with a little appreciation for the woman who was still looking the same even in the face of his powerful momentum.

"You... Are very good."

The huge momentum facing her slowly disappeared, and the surrounding air seemed to begin to circulate again. Only when Mapel's breathing slowed down did it become normal. "Thank you, count."

In fact, she was not afraid, but at the moment when she was afraid, there was an indescribable feeling that made her subconsciously stand like that, neither forward nor backward, neither humble nor overbearing.

Now in retrospect, this feeling seems a bit familiar.

As if she had faced countless times this situation of being suppressed by other people's momentum, so that her body took a step ahead of her reason and chose to resist.

Mapel pinched the corner of her dress, thinking.

"To tell you the truth, you don't look much like a Z man." The count looked at Mabel curiously.

Ma Pei Er is one Zheng, original, oneself is Z country person?

She burst into a smile. "Why does the count think I'm not like you?"

"People in Z are used to being modest in their bones. No matter how powerful they are, they like to say modest words. You are not modest at all."

Even if it seemed to be a critical remark, the count's voice still had admiration for Mabel.

I can tell that he doesn't seem to like the modest theory of Z people very much.

Mapel had no choice but to smile, "maybe the people of Z are just used to that, maybe?"

The count raised his eyebrows and did not go on.

In his position, many words can't be said too much or too thoroughly. If they are spread out carelessly, it may cause some unnecessary troubles.

The sun is already a little big at this time.

In midsummer, it is no longer just a little bit hot as it was in early summer. Instead, in the blue sky, there is a hot red sun hanging like a fireball. Even the clouds seem to be burned by the heat.

Disappeared without a trace. The sun scorched the ground. A gust of wind blowing from the distance, all with the burning, people trance, there is a sense of suffocation.

In the steaming and sticky summer, the air of the whole world seems to have solidified. As soon as you go out a little, you will sweat profusely, as if the whole person comes out of the water. Even the delicate makeup on many women's faces is evaporated by this kind of weather.

The weeds in the flower bed and the branches that are not in the flowering period can't withstand the sun's exposure. The leaves have already been rolled up. It seems that they want to use this posture to achieve something.

The big trees on the street also seem to be sick. A layer of dust is hanging on the lush leaves, and the green is dyed with other colors. At this time, no one dares to be in such a place.

Everyone is listless. Even the most common dragonfly in summer has no trace of its existence. It is afraid of such a season. Only cicada sticks tightly to the tree and seems to use this posture to draw some cool air from the tree. But in the end, it is still unable to cry. The cry seems to be full of irritability, Let people listen to the restless up unconsciously.

At noon, when the heat was most rampant, he stretched out his posture to the world without any scruple, and forced the coolness that still existed in the morning into nowhere to hide. Only at this time, he wandered wildly, as if he were the king of the territory, arrogant and domineering.

The hot sun is burning the earth mercilessly. The earth is scorched and hot. Even through the sole of the shoe, you can feel the heat that almost comes to your face. It seems that the whole world is shrouded in a closed space. The air is so thin that you can't breathe.

In fact, the morning in summer is OK, but the wind in midsummer is destined to be less gentle, more hot and dreary. At this time, it is irreplaceable to say that the heart is calm and naturally cool.

Such a time also indicates the arrival of the hottest season.

Two people sitting here, about a little later, will face that situation.

Fortunately, the count was a very considerate gentleman, and he didn't let Julie stand nearby. He directly supported Mabel, and they sat on the other side of the fountain, which was just backlit.

Also won't face the sun directly, the whole person all bask in hot.

In addition, two people are sitting next to the fountain, occasionally there is a wind blowing, that is, with some heat, by the water vapor, it becomes cool and secluded.

Two people sitting at the fountain, occasionally like in the cool general, cool wind blowing through two people's hair, and then over the ears, cool, people will be in a particularly good mood, the heart also inexplicably feel happy.

At this time, the count seems to understand why Mapel likes this place. It's really a good place to rest.