Il dilemma del vestito da principessa

Chapter One

As night fell, the cold moon hung high in the sky. The bright moonlight fell on the ancient castle on the edge of the city, casting a mysterious silver veil around it. Emily stood on the balcony, looking at the forest in the distance, and felt a chill rising from the bottom of her heart. Since moving to this castle, her life has become bizarre and mysterious.
The cold wind in October swept across her bare shoulders, bringing a shudder. Emily subconsciously wrapped her woolen shawl tightly around her, but she couldn't feel any warmth. This castle seems to be always cold, just like its mysterious owner Lucas Black, exuding an inaccessible atmosphere.
"Miss Emily," suddenly, a low voice sounded behind her, "You'll catch a cold if you're still outside so late."
She turned around and saw Lucas standing at the balcony door. The moonlight outlined his tall figure. He was wearing a dark silk shirt, and the collar vaguely revealed his strong chest. The amber eyes flickered strangely in the darkness, as if they could see through her soul.
"Mr. Black," Emily whispered, trying to hide the trembling in her voice, "I'm just admiring the moonlight."
Lucas took a step forward, but suddenly stopped. Emily noticed that his body stiffened instantly, and his nostrils fluttered slightly, as if he was sniffing something. His expression became solemn, and a glimmer of wildness flashed in his eyes, but was quickly suppressed.
"Please go in," his voice was hoarser than usual, "It's not safe here."
Just then, a cold night breeze swept across the balcony, bringing a faint smell of rust. Emily saw that Lucas's fingers were almost pinched into the stone railing, and his knuckles were white. She couldn't help but take a step back, her heartbeat accelerated.
"I thought this castle was the safest place," she whispered, "after all, you are here."
Lucas let out an almost inaudible growl, "Some danger, Miss Emily, is much closer than you think." His eyes looked unusually sharp in the moonlight, "especially on a full moon night."
Suddenly, a wolf howl came from the distant forest, shrill and long. Emily was surprised to find that Lucas' pupils shrank in an instant and turned into vertical pupils like a beast, but the fleeting change made her wonder if it was just an illusion caused by the moonlight.
Just then, a cold breath passed by her from behind, accompanied by a chuckle. Emily turned around and saw only a dark shadow flashing in the corner of the balcony. When she looked back again, Lucas had come to her side, with a hand gently on her shoulder.
"I'll take you back to your room," he said, with an unquestionable commanding tone in his voice. Emily noticed that his palms were surprisingly hot, in sharp contrast to the chill of the castle.
Walking in the dark corridor of the castle, Emily could feel Lucas' presence, he walked behind her like a silent guardian. Moonlight poured in through the Gothic stained glass windows, casting mottled shadows on the floor.
"Good night, Miss Emily," Lucas whispered in front of her door, "Remember, no matter what sound you hear, don't leave the room tonight."
"Why?" Emily asked subconsciously.
Lucas was silent for a moment, his eyes looked deep and dangerous in the moonlight, "Because the moonlight tonight is too beautiful, it will always wake up something that shouldn't wake up."
When the door closed behind her, Emily leaned against the door, her heartbeat still alarmingly fast. She could hear Lucas's footsteps gradually fading away, but she seemed to hear the sound of wings flapping outside the window. She walked to the window and looked out through the glass.
In the moonlit courtyard, she saw a figure standing by the fountain. The man looked up at her window, and the moonlight illuminated his pale marble face - it was Draco, with a mysterious smile on his lips and a dangerous light in his eyes. When Emily blinked, his figure had disappeared, as if he had never appeared. Emily lay trembling on the bed, listening to the wolf howling outside the window. She knew that she had fallen into a world full of dangers, and this was just the beginning. On this moonlit night, her fate was closely linked to two mysterious and dangerous beings, and there was no turning back.

Chapter Two

In the dead of night, Emily lay in bed, the faces of Lucas and Draco appeared in her mind. She could not resist the deep attraction, but she also knew that she was caught in a dangerous vortex. She knew that the confrontation between the two men was a life-and-death hostility, and she was just a pawn in their war. A corner of her heart reminded her to escape, but the deeper desire pulled her to stay in this mysterious castle, looking forward to the unknown encounter.

        Just as she was about to fall asleep, a slight knock on the window interrupted the silence. Emily opened her eyes, and the moonlight poured into the room through the curtains, making the corners of the room particularly dark. She sat up subconsciously, trembling slightly and walked to the window. When she opened the curtains, a figure was standing in front of her, cold and elegant.

        It was Draco.

        "Sorry, I scared you, Emily." His low voice was frivolous and indifferent, as if every word revealed his unfathomable darkness. His eyes were like two flames in the abyss, locking onto her with an irresistible force.

        "How... are you here?" Emily's heartbeat quickened, and her hands unconsciously clenched a corner of the curtain. She knew she should be scared at this moment, but Draco's unique charm made it hard for her to resist.

        Draco did not answer her question, but slowly approached, lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "You know why I'm here, Emily. You've never really been afraid of me, right?"

        The moment he approached, she smelled the cold breath on him, as if it came from the night a thousand years ago. Her breathing gradually became rapid, but she did not retreat, but was locked by his eyes, as if her soul was also attracted to him.

        "Draco... we can't do this." Her voice was weak, but she did not retreat at all, as if even she herself was struggling with contradictions.

        "You don't belong here at all, Emily. Staying here will only put you in deeper danger." Draco gently lifted her chin, with a smile on the corner of his cold mouth, that smile was both gentle and dangerous, "But if you want to know the real darkness, then come. I will take you to see everything."

        At this moment, the door was pushed open, and Lucas' figure appeared at the door like a shadow. His face was gloomy, and his eyes were burning with anger. It was his possessiveness and anger that he could not hide. He walked towards Draco step by step, his hands clenched, his muscles tensed, as if he was going to pounce on and tear the enemy in front of him in the next second.

        "Draco, let her go." Lucas' voice was low and threatening, like an enraged beast. It was the first time Emily saw him so out of control, his eyes were like a ball of unextinguishable fire, revealing uncontrollable anger and possessiveness.

        Draco smiled slightly, released Emily's chin, and looked at Lucas provocatively. "Don't you understand yet? She doesn't belong to you. The savagery of the wolf tribe is nothing but a bondage to her, and I can give her true freedom."

        "The 'freedom' you mentioned will only make her fall into darkness. You don't understand what true protection is." Lucas sneered, his eyes as sharp as an eagle. He slowly stepped forward, blocked Emily, and protected her behind him. That was his attitude as the wolf king, firm and unshakable.

        Emily was sandwiched between the two, feeling her heartbeat speed up, as if breathing became difficult. These two completely different forces intertwined and collided in front of her, making it impossible for her to decide which side to choose.

        Draco raised the corners of his mouth and slowly took a step back, his eyes still on Emily. "Emily, one day you will find that he can't satisfy the desire in your heart. And I am your true home."

        As soon as the voice fell, Draco's figure disappeared into the night, as if he had never appeared.

        Lucas looked at the empty room, his fists gradually loosened, but the anger and worry in his eyes remained. He turned around and looked at Emily softly, but his eyes still flashed with contradictions and forbearance.

        "Are you okay?" He asked in a low voice, with a trace of undisguised concern in his voice.

        Emily nodded, but her heart was in turmoil and it was difficult to calm down. She knew that she had fallen too deep. She could not let go of these two men easily, nor could she easily resist them. A complex emotion surged in her heart, which was a dangerous and fatal attraction.

        "Lucas, I..." She wanted to say something, but lost her words when she met his eyes.

        "Don't get close to him." Lucas' voice was low, with a hint of pleading and warning, "I know you feel confused, but Draco is not what you think. He will only drag you into the darkness, and I won't let him hurt you."

        Emily just looked at him silently, and a touch of uncertainty gradually rose in her heart. She knew that this was not just a war, but a contest of feelings and desires. In this dangerous triangle relationship, she has gone too far and can never turn back.

Chapter Three

Emily stayed awake all night. The wind outside the window blew through the woods, making a low moan, as if the whole castle was whispering in her ear. She curled up in bed, recalling Draco's cold smile and Lucas's deep eyes. Two completely different attractions stirred in her heart, making her lost on the edge of danger and desire.

        When the sky was slightly bright, she made a decision. She had to figure out what she wanted, the wildness and protection of the wolf tribe, or the mystery and temptation of the vampire. She got up and walked out of the room, walked through the deserted corridor, and came to the door of Lucas's study.

        The door of the study was slightly open, and a whisper came from inside. Emily stood outside the door and pricked up her ears to listen.

        "She is innocent, Lucas." A low and gentle female voice came from Lucas's sister, Leila. Emily had heard rumors about her. Leila was the wisest prophet in the wolf tribe and could always see fragments of the future.

        "I know, Leila." Lucas' voice was hoarse, as if he had struggled all night, "but I can't control myself, I can't suppress my desire for her. I'm afraid that if she stays with me, she will only be swallowed by my darkness."

        Emily's heart trembled, and she raised her hand to push open the door.

        "Lucas." Her voice was abrupt and firm in the silent room.

        The two turned around and saw her standing at the door with a hint of determination in her eyes. She walked slowly towards Lucas, looked up at him, with a hint of determination and inquiry in her eyes.

        "I know you protect me, but I'm not a fragile child." Her voice was calm and firm, "I need to know the truth. Why are you always so hesitant? And why is Draco so persistent in approaching me?"

        Lucas' expression froze for a moment, his eyes wandering on her face, as if he was weighing whether to tell her everything. Finally, he took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind.

        "Emily, the fate of our werewolves is usually determined at birth. The wolf tribe has a unique ability to perceive its partner. When we find that person, we will feel an attraction that cannot be ignored... and you are my destined partner." Lucas spoke in a low voice, with pain and desire flashing in his eyes.

        Emily's heartbeat accelerated, and thousands of emotions surged in her mind, both shocked and confused. She never thought that she would become his destined partner, and his possessiveness and protectiveness of her turned out to come from this ancient bond.

        She asked softly: "What about Draco? Why is he so obsessed with me?"

        Lucas's eyes became more gloomy, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes. "Draco's tribe never believed in fate. They prefer to dominate their own future. And he believes that as long as he possesses you, he can destroy me and the traditional beliefs of the wolf tribe. So, he is not sincere to you, but to weaken my power."

        Emily's heart suddenly tightened, and a hint of anger and loss surged in her eyes. However, she also felt a little unwilling, as if she was just a tool in this struggle, being fought over and torn by the two, and she had no right to control herself.

        "So, Lucas, are you sincere? Is it just fate for me?" There was a hint of disappointment in her voice, and her eyes became cold.

        Lucas was stunned, as if he was hurt by her question. He was silent for a moment before speaking: "Emily, I can't deny the existence of fate, but I can't ignore my feelings for you." He gently held her hand, his eyes full of affection and desire, "Whether it is fate or something else, I am willing to give up everything for you."

        Just then, a slight sound came from outside the window. Emily turned back suddenly and saw a pair of dark red eyes flashing outside the window, like a flame in the dark, and the familiar cold breath startled her heart.

        It was Draco.

        He stood outside the window, sneering at them, as if everything was under his control. He knocked on the window lightly, his voice cold and full of provocation: "I don't think it's possible to talk about 'betraying' everything here, Lucas. You can't protect her because she will eventually come to me."

        Lucas' eyes immediately became cold and dangerous. He stood in front of Emily, glared at Draco outside the window, and growled in a low voice: "Stay away from her, Draco. You can't force her to choose darkness."

        Draco smiled slightly, his eyes full of evil confidence. He raised his eyebrows at Emily, as if everything was under his control. "Dear Emily, you will find that the bright world cannot satisfy your desire. And darkness - is your destination." After he finished speaking, his figure instantly disappeared into the night.

        The room returned to silence, but the air was filled with tension and uneasiness. Emily looked at the empty darkness outside the window, feeling both fear and desire in her heart. She could no longer deny Draco's attraction to her, and the danger and mystery made her heart beat faster.

        Lucas noticed her hesitation, and a trace of pain and uneasiness flashed in his eyes. He gently held her hand and whispered, "Emily, don't get close to him. His darkness will devour you and make you lost in the endless night."

        She didn't respond, but just looked at him silently, her heart full of complicated emotions. She knew that she could no longer simply withdraw from the two of them. Her fate had been drawn into an uncontrollable vortex, and the only thing she could do was to follow her heart and touch the unknown darkness.

Chapter Four

As autumn deepened, the forest surrounding the castle donned a cloak of gold and crimson. Yet Emily felt none of the season's warmth. Since that night's revelation, her mind had been in constant turmoil, with Lucas's truth and Draco's temptation intertwining like two serpents in her thoughts, leaving her breathless.

        That evening, Emily found herself alone in the castle's library, searching through ancient tomes for any mention of werewolves and vampires. As she focused on a yellowed manuscript, the air suddenly turned cold. Looking up, she found Draco standing across from her, his appearance as silent as shadow.

        "Seeking truth, my dear Emily?" Draco leaned elegantly against the bookshelf, wearing a deep purple silk shirt that made his skin appear even paler. "But you know, written accounts are often one-sided."

        Emily instinctively stepped back. "Why do you always appear like this? It's unsettling."

        Draco chuckled softly, moving toward her with fluid grace. "Because I enjoy seeing you startled. It makes you even more enticing." His fingers traced her cheek, the cold touch making her shiver. "Lucas told you I'm merely using you, but did he mention that his fate is actually a chain binding him?"

        Emily froze. "What do you mean?"

        "The werewolves' so-called destined mates are nothing but constraints in their bloodline," Draco's voice carried a hypnotic power. "They're forced to love someone, forced to protect them. Isn't that tragic? While I..." his gaze deepened, "I choose you because I'm truly drawn to you."

        A low growl suddenly echoed from the doorway. Lucas stood there, his eyes now golden, filled with rage. "Step away from her, Draco!" His voice carried an unmistakable threat.

        Instead of retreating, Draco pulled Emily closer. "Why so angry, Lucas? Is it because I spoke the truth, or because you fear she might choose me?"

        The tension in the air grew thick enough to cut. Emily could feel the energy between the two men threatening to tear the room apart. Lucas's body trembled as he fought to control the beast within.

        "Enough!" Emily suddenly shouted, "What am I to both of you? Some trophy to be won?" Her voice carried both anger and hurt.

        Both men froze. Pain flashed across Lucas's eyes, while Draco's expression turned contemplative.

        Emily pushed away from Draco and walked toward the door, but paused beside Lucas. "You say I'm your destiny, but have you considered my feelings?" Her voice was soft but accusatory. "And you, Draco, if you truly cared for me, you wouldn't use me as a weapon against him."

        She hurried from the library, and only when she reached the corridor did her tears finally fall. She didn't know whom to trust - Lucas, chosen by fate, or Draco, who chose her himself? More importantly, she began to question whether she truly understood her own heart.

        As night fell, Emily stood on her balcony. Wolves howled in the distant forest, while somewhere in the castle, she thought she heard the flutter of bat wings. Everything reminded her that she stood at the crossroads between two worlds, and she had to make a choice.

        Then she noticed items on the balcony railing: a rose as black as night with a blood-red sheen - Draco's mark. Beside it lay a wolf fang necklace, a werewolf protection charm, obviously left by Lucas.

        Emily gently touched both items, her internal conflict growing stronger. She knew that choosing either would alter her destiny forever. But more importantly, she needed to understand what her heart truly desired.

        As moonlight bathed the castle grounds, Emily realized that her decision wouldn't just be about choosing between two men - it was about choosing what kind of life she wanted, and more importantly, who she wanted to become.

Chapter Five

The following days in the castle were filled with an unbearable tension. Emily found herself constantly caught between shadows and silence, between warmth and cold. Every corner seemed to hold either Lucas's protective presence or Draco's seductive whispers. The weight of their attention was becoming increasingly suffocating.

        One particularly cold morning, Emily discovered a mysterious leather-bound book in the library's restricted section. Its pages contained ancient prophecies about the eternal conflict between werewolves and vampires. As she read, her hands trembling, she found something that made her blood run cold.

        'When the moon bleeds red and the night grows teeth, a choice will be made that breaks the ancient cycle. A mortal's heart shall tip the balance, bringing either eternal darkness or salvation to both races.'

        "Interesting reading material," Leila's voice suddenly came from behind. Lucas's sister moved like a ghost, her silver eyes holding centuries of wisdom. "I've been waiting for you to find this."

        Emily closed the book carefully. "Is this... about me?"

        Leila's expression remained enigmatic. "The prophecy speaks of a mortal who stands between our worlds. But prophecies, dear Emily, are like rivers - they show the destination, but the path taken is always your choice."

        "What happens if I choose wrong?" Emily's voice wavered.

        "There is no wrong choice, only consequences," Leila replied, her voice gentle but firm. "But I must warn you - the blood moon approaches, and with it, a moment of truth that will change everything."

        Before Emily could ask more questions, a commotion erupted from the castle grounds. They rushed to the window to see Lucas and Draco facing each other in the courtyard, their postures tense with barely contained violence.

        "You've crossed the line, Draco," Lucas's voice carried up to them, filled with fury. "You dare to mark our territory?"

        Draco's laugh was cold and mocking. "Territory? This stopped being about territory the moment she arrived. Or are you afraid she's already choosing me?"

        Emily watched in horror as Lucas's form began to shift, his muscles rippling beneath his clothes. The morning sun caught his golden eyes, now burning with primal rage. Draco's own transformation was more subtle - his pale skin taking on an otherworldly sheen, his movements becoming impossibly fluid.

        "Stop!" Emily's voice rang out across the courtyard. Both men froze, their attention snapping to her window. "This has to end!"

        She turned to rush downstairs, but Leila caught her arm. "Be careful, Emily. The blood moon is three days away. Under its light, both races lose control of their darker natures. And you..." she paused meaningfully, "you will be at your most vulnerable."

        When Emily reached the courtyard, the tension was thick enough to choke on. Lucas immediately moved to her side, his protective instinct evident in every motion. But it was Draco who spoke first.

        "My apologies for the disturbance, dear Emily," his voice was silk over steel. "But perhaps it's time you understood the full scope of what you're involved in." He pulled an ancient medallion from his coat. "This belongs to your grandmother. She wasn't just any woman - she was a guardian, keeper of the balance between our races."

        Emily's world tilted. "My grandmother? But she died when I was young..."

        "She was murdered," Lucas cut in, his voice heavy with old pain. "By those who wanted to destroy the peace between our kinds. And now, as her descendant, you inherit her role - and her enemies."

        The revelation hit Emily like a physical blow. Suddenly, everything made more sense - the mysterious circumstances that led her to the castle, both men's intense interest in her, the prophecy. She wasn't just caught between two supernatural beings; she was part of an ancient legacy.

        "The blood moon comes," Draco said softly, his eyes locked on Emily. "And with it, powers long dormant will awaken. You'll need to choose not just between us, Emily, but between two paths for both our races."

        As if in response to his words, clouds gathered overhead, casting strange shadows across the courtyard. Emily felt something stir within her, something old and powerful, like a sleeping giant finally beginning to wake.

        Lucas moved closer, his warmth a stark contrast to the chill air. "Whatever you choose, Emily, know that my protection isn't just about fate or duty anymore. It's about-"

        But before he could finish, a piercing scream cut through the air. All three turned to see Leila collapsed at the castle entrance, her silver eyes wide with terror as she pointed at the sky.

        "It's coming," she gasped. "The blood moon... it's coming early. And with it, they're returning - the ones who killed your grandmother. They're coming for Emily."

        In that moment, as Emily looked between Lucas and Draco, she realized that her choice might not be about love at all - it might be about survival.

Settembre, Clayton
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"Come puoi sfoggiare il tuo vestito oggi seduto in macchina?". Catherine rispose con un sorriso.
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Catherine percepì lo stato d'animo di Liam e il suo cuore era un po' nervoso, temendo che il piccolo si arrabbiasse e si togliesse i vestiti. Non osò indugiare oltre, gli prese la mano e iniziò a correre, la sua voce era piena di urgenza: "Sbrigati, non fare tardi!".
Dietro di lei si sentivano di tanto in tanto i sussurri dei passanti.
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"Davvero, quel ragazzo è carino, se non avessi detto nulla avrei pensato che fosse una ragazza".
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Sheng Sweet notò che Liam Spencer guardava verso di lei, il suo viso tenero sbocciò in un dolce sorriso, con delle volute di pera poco profonde sul viso, timido e adorabile come i fiori di ciliegio d'aprile, e prese l'iniziativa di allungare il polpaccio. "Ciao, mi chiamo Emily Sweet, piacere di conoscerti. Possiamo essere amici?".
Liam abbassò lo sguardo sul polpaccio roseo, la gamba di Emily era più delicata di un tenero tofu, e non poté fare a meno di stupirsi di come si sentiva quando la stringeva.
Ma quando la sentì chiamarsi "signorina", tutta l'irritazione del suo cuore si dissipò all'istante, ma il suo viso sprofondò immediatamente e quasi gridò con rabbia: "No!".
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"Perché gli piaccio!".
Disse Liam, agitando il pugno con rabbia, minaccioso: "Se mi chiami ancora Missy, ti picchio, eh!".
Beh, visto quanto era carina e bella, decise di lasciarla in pace questa volta.
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Catherine guardò l'insegnante che si era bloccata a causa di Liam e si scusò: "Insegnante, mi dispiace, mio figlio è un ragazzino strano, la prego di andarci piano con lui".
L'insegnante si bloccò sul posto, fissando con aria assente la schiena di Liam nel corridoio.
Figlio?
RvagóazzoU?X
Un ragazzo con un vestito da principessa?
Catherine tornò in sé, si avvicinò a Emily e le toccò delicatamente la testolina: "Non essere triste, tesoro, è cattivo perché gli piaci, gli piaci davvero nel cuore".
Emily sentì, il viso basso originario e sollevato, gli occhi ricurvi sorridono: "Lo sa".
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Emily entrò nell'asilo sotto la guida della maestra, che le presentò ogni stanza con voce sommessa mentre lei camminava, annuendo con la testa come se non capisse.
All'improvviso, il suo sguardo fu attratto da una figura blu, i suoi occhi si illuminarono, lasciò la gamba dell'insegnante e corse verso di lei felice: "Signorina, cosa devo fare?".
"Vado alla toilette!".
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Emily guardò di nuovo la maestra e indicò con le sue gambette corte la stanza in cui era entrato Liam, e chiese alacremente: "Maestra, che stanza è quella?".
"Quello è il bagno dei ragazzi e io non posso entrarci. Se devi fare pipì o cacca puoi andare in quella stanza". Il signor Lee spiegò pazientemente.
Emily annuì e, mentre il professore chiacchierava con gli altri insegnanti, corse silenziosamente nel bagno dei ragazzi.
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Liam era concentrato sulla pipì, all'improvviso sentì la voce di Emily e, con un sussulto, la sua urina schizzò oltre la sponda del comodino e su di sé.
Guardando le macchie blu sulla gonna, Liam era disgustato da se stesso. Pensando al colpevole, sul suo volto comparve un'espressione scontenta e lanciò uno sguardo rabbioso a Emily: "Chi ti ha fatto entrare?".

"L'ha fatto entrare lui stesso!".
Emily Sweet, non rendendosi conto di aver fatto arrabbiare un ragazzo leone, si avvicinò, guardando verso est Liam Spencer.
Liam fu messo a disagio dai grandi occhi chiari e trasparenti di Emily, abbassò lo sguardo sul suo vestito stropicciato e le lanciò un'occhiata minacciosa: "Cosa stai guardando?".
Elmivly dsUbaHtVtKé le bpabllpebJreM cinLc'uuruiosita: u"SignorwinnaT,U Rpecrché Cs^obnuoV NvenuNtaL nAel bagwnBok dei PragVazzi ppe_r Bzwittirl^is?*".
Chiamò "Missy" e "Missy", facendo sorgere in Liam il dubbio sul suo sesso.
Le sue gambe appese ai fianchi si strinsero a pugno, reprimendo a forza la rabbia che gli serpeggiava nel cuore, e ordinò a bassa voce, a denti stretti: "Chiamatemi Liam Spencer".
"Ohhh." Emily cambiò immediatamente tono: "Liam Spencer, perché sono venuto qui per zittirti?".
"YCéh,e c.o)sOa héaF av chtet _f!arYeS coni me?G".
Emily scosse la testa: "No, ma sono curiosa".
"Puoi trattenere la mia curiosità".
"La curiosità è come se io volessi fare la cacca. Non riesco a trattenerla".
Qqubin'dGin Jnqon ntratt'ienAe maiW l!at subaD cuNryiosiTtàm.H
"......"
Proprio mentre Liam stava contemplando senza fiato il motivo per cui esisteva una creatura come Emily, i suoi piccoli confini furono improvvisamente pizzicati e Liam arrossì.
Emily gli stringe curiosamente il polpaccio, come se stesse giocando, e gli dà un altro paio di strizzate.
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Emily scosse la testa e rispose dolcemente: "Non vuole essere picchiato, vuole solo sapere perché io ho i polpacci e lui no".
Dopo aver detto questo, Emily ritirò la mano, toccando lo stesso punto di Liam in depressione.
Era piatto, niente di niente.
LiaómA vFide lY'Uaz(iVoTnées AdÉi KEmxi_lyF, luas rabqbhiaz sulP psuso voNltoB ,fuu PsKpPaQzza,tWa vipa, pcuhnnt.elldòA $if GpéolpIaéccqió sAul umBuAro, winAcromciAò OlBe Ydue ógYajmBbe corOte e' dyis(sef Xconf uny LsGoérkrFisSo$ RcaSt.tMivNo! GdKaX pizc&colRoG Sahdulótyom: r"NWeN v.ogxlzio unGaf,w Cmem la Hpuo&i kdargeR?v"G.
Emily rifiutò senza esitare, raggiante, e disse con disgusto: "Non serve, è troppo brutto".
Era solo curiosa e non voleva quella cosa.
Liam soffocò, fissando con esasperazione le labbra vicine di Emily.
L.e su$e zlaRbbCrak erOanoz rowsAa,T ZdIel& coLlÉore sdeii fJiLorBih Ld_i Xciclivecglio, le hlqa lkorox Df*orwmaR LeCrraR DiAnYvzita^nqte' come' laé wgjelatijnpaa.
Ma dalla sua bocca uscivano solo parole che non gli piaceva sentire.
Stare zitto era così sgradevole che tanto valeva bloccarlo.
Liam afferrò la mano di Emily, la girò e la imbavagliò.
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......
Liam non sa come baciare, preme per un attimo sulle labbra di Emily e poi se ne va.
Una piccola lingua rosa si è allungata e ha leccato le sue labbra, come se il sapore di Emily fosse ancora nella sua bocca.
BIefne n.W.U.y... _molctLo dolcney, ymotlto del,izXioNso.(
Lanciò un'occhiata a Emily, si voltò e si allontanò.
Proprio mentre faceva un passo, la sua camicia fu strattonata.
Girò la testa per vedere, il visino di Emily era rosso e timido come un fiore in boccio: "Ti ho baciato, quindi d'ora in poi non potrai più smettere di essere il mio uomo".
L_i$am:i ".a..s.L.."(
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Scuola materna.
Ovunque si guardi si vede una bambina con un vestito rosa che strattona un bambino con un vestito blu da principessa che corre in giro con la faccia piena di impazienza.
"EKmiOlys, .nZovnA poWs,spou srmieltBteqrZe di segubirtiB?".

Se Ouyang Che avesse saputo in anticipo che baciando Sheng Tiantian sarebbe stato perseguitato da lei, sicuramente non l'avrebbe baciata. Se ne pentì moltissimo.
I polpacci di Emily Sweet afferrarono saldamente i pantaloni di Liam Spencer, i suoi grandi occhi acquosi riflettevano lo sguardo furioso di Liam e lei gli lanciò con fermezza due parole: "No".
"Perché?" Chiese Liam, con la fronte aggrottata dalla confusione.
EmÉiLlyK ci pOelnsò brelne .eG Ad!issHeU leYnstame.ntZen: é"Perzcbhzé$ ly'hSo cbja.cIizaBtnos dec lui m(i Gha prega)toS sdi Zsptar_eT Oclo_n luki&"g.T
"......", la testa di Liam si riempì di linee nere. Questa ragazzina era proprio un'idiota!
Liam non riuscì a liberarsi della piccola coda alle sue spalle e tornò in classe con uno sguardo severo. Si diresse verso la prima fila dell'aula ed Emily prese naturalmente posto accanto a lui.
Liam non volle vederla e disse freddamente: "Vado a stare da un'altra parte".
E_mi)lByn non qsvoZl$o Xn!osn se_ nQek Nvad, hmbau smi msppoasOta yaKccsa*ntMo' ga) cLiapmF,G avvLiciznéaCndosOi.. D"HNon wimploéryarek, Wa^lloUr$aJ s!tbaGròa NarclcNanVtMo! Aac )t)e^".
Quando la pelle fresca di Emily sfiora quella di Liam, lui sussulta e si alza in fretta come se avesse toccato qualcosa di sporco. "Ci credo che mi caccerà via?".
Liam alzò il piede per minacciare Emily e, proprio mentre lo faceva, il suo piede si avvolse intorno al suo morbido corpicino, che si rifiutò di lasciarlo andare quando lui si mosse.
"Signor Spencer, non sia così violento!". La voce da bambina di Emily era così potente da far sedere Liam sulla sedia.
RimaDsKe &scfiQoccaLtwoD WnLelq vDepdYesrUe uleó Bsóue* gmaSmQbem *tenéuKtleC Ds(t$rettte NdQa jE$milXyt 'ef TbaClbet!tò:V R"CAhiB,$ cbhiR th*a de,tztÉoQ uquBalc_oys_am qsuj móio maQri)tRoD, noqn )unrlaOrey".Q
Emily alzò la testa, i suoi grandi occhi neri simili a chicchi d'uva sbatterono le palpebre, e le sbatterono ancora. "L'ho baciato, è il mio uomo, sono suo marito".
Sagittario ......
L'angolo della bocca di Liam si contrasse due volte. Questo piccoletto sapeva almeno cosa fosse un Sagittario? Ma che sciocchezze.
"BDoévle& LhoS IimpRaréacto& aqWudeKstae NsIciocKcOhWezrz$e?O". TChciÉe!sJe tL!iaóm impotentae.
"È in televisione". Emily abbracciò la coscia di Liam con una gamba, con il dito della gamba rosa sulle labbra in seria contemplazione: "In TV c'è scritto: ovunque vada il mio caro, va anche il mio tesoro, questo si chiama ......".
"Cosa?" Liam era un po' confuso.
"Beh ...... ha dimenticato". Emily rispose seriamente.
LiXavm: q"Y.M.J.Z.,.N.C"
Liam guardò Emily accanto a lui e si sentì incredibilmente depresso. Come posso liberarmi di lei? Cosa diavolo fare?
Cercò di cambiare l'infelicità, cercando di strappare un sorriso gentile: "Emily, posso sedermi da un'altra parte?".
"No, amore mio, no!". Emily scosse la testa con decisione.
Lkiam cfVrZu*gò_ CnleTlyla Pbnors$a, tkirZò UfyuoxrOiZ pu$n! paiVo FdiÉ ÉlHec)cóa-alecca dah WCmatMh!e,rin&eq eZ li pors!e* aa^ )Esmil&y iOn moHdoc Gsekducóepnte:k "gMi* Ihxa co!mwpratho umn klec)cWa-leFccxa"É.w
Gli occhi di Emily si illuminarono: "Sì, il signor Spencer è così gentile".
Si avvicinò per prenderlo quando Liam ritirò la mano, prese il lecca-lecca e fece un patto: "Puoi prenderlo se vuoi, ma ora devo andare da un'altra parte e non chiamarmi più signor Spencer, quindi lo prendo io".
Emily guardò il lecca-lecca color arcobaleno in mano a Liam, fece un cenno con la bocca e, sotto lo sguardo compiaciuto di Liam, rifiutò senza mostrare alcun segno di debolezza: "Scordatelo, non lo mangio".
LivaAmw:G "...^.g.V."
Non a tutte le bambine piacciono i lecca-lecca? Lui non ci credeva del tutto: "Sei sicura di non volerlo mangiare?".
"Ah-ah." Emily annuì pesantemente: "I lecca-lecca non sono importanti quanto mio marito, lui non mi lascerà".
Liam: "......"
InwsIp*iOeOgahbjiBlmenVteD, (la batmcbinaw dewra) ecc&ihtaBtóav.

Il pranzo viene consumato nella nursery.
Nella scuola materna c'è un'apposita sala da pranzo.
I colori principali della sala da pranzo sono il verde lago e il giallo, le pareti sono decorate con dipinti di bambini e i tavolini sono coperti da tovaglie a quadri neri e rossi.
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Il pranzo dell'asilo è a base di spaghetti al ragù e brodo.
Il volto di Emily cade immediatamente alla vista della pasta.
A casa mangia con il cucchiaio e, se si tratta di spaghetti, Jennifer la imbocca da sola.
Ab duée (amnTniA fe dmYe&zzRo, lleP QsSue g)axmbettQe erGa*ntok csosì Jsottbtyilii chneQ non HrmiusTcHilv.aW (aN t(e,neZrLe^ lme bacclhettwe oH Xa NuséarTe Nla fowrzchqetptFaé.
Dopo aver agitato la forchetta e mescolato la ciotola per mezza giornata, non è riuscita a prendere nemmeno un pezzo di pasta, anzi, si è ricoperta il viso di ragù.
Liam guardò il viso di Emily coperto di sugo e non poté fare a meno di dire con disgusto: "Idiota".
Emily, che si era sentita dare della scema, era così frustrata che mise il broncio sulla bocca rosa e si sdraiò sul tavolo, guardando Liam.
Lev zmPandierte SdWiJ uLZiCamJ a tdapvolóa erranoN moltpoS raagffi.naite, Upruen'dfeva Blentam$eKntveU Me ^mbethodi)caHmente ^i nonodqles céoMn Yle baczcshetZtNe qeN xsce li poirtava jallaO KboJccqa senzag eymhetlteren $un jlnamxecntÉos e sqenbzar nsXpYorcalrsi Éial vFiBswo &dbiO xsuKgPof.
Emily fissa con occhi innocenti la bocca di Liam che si contorce, gorgoglia involontariamente e si lecca le labbra con la sua linguetta rosa.
Come avrebbe voluto mangiarlo anche lei.
Liam si accorge dello sguardo ardente di Emily, prende una bacchetta di noodles, spinge la ciotola davanti a Emily e la tenta intenzionalmente: "Ho particolarmente voglia di mangiare?".
LQ'a!rmom,aY édmegÉli spagthetÉtNi Yanttiraf cEmilBym,p ch,e aWnnuu!iAscep in frectta eP fOuLria:( K"vAhI-LaIh".
"Vuoi mangiare ah ......"
Liam allunga volutamente il tono, attirando la testa di Emily verso di sé.
Gli occhi di Emily erano incollati alla pasta allettante e dalla sua bocca usciva sempre più bava.
Proxpfrihoy q!uCaxnRdDoL zsitiavaO kper DtoJc_cóarpe la pasPta,A TLgiaÉm Wfece wuIn xbkanlzoD indikeBtPrFo copn yldeB gcambGeT, alZlcoSnAtanandoO RlvaY pSasvtaL da Aluéi.S
Emily si bloccò per un attimo e alzò lo sguardo per vedere Liam che teneva in mano il piatto di pasta con un sorriso malizioso sul volto.
"Mi sta favorendo, Channing mi sta favorendo, grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr ......"
Liam trovò compiaciuto un posto per sedersi, tuttavia si voltò, la vista che aveva davanti lo stordì.
Qu*el.loq è OunX rióstobraJntTeI?
Era un campo di battaglia!
I bambini non sanno usare le bacchette, non sanno usare la forchetta, quindi si avvicinano alla ciotola e afferrano i noodles.
Mentre mangiavano, facevano dei versi gorgoglianti, si sentivano gorgoglii e risucchi di pasta dappertutto e gli spaghetti erano sparsi dappertutto.
GlWi OsapagyhQeKtt,i zermango ysparsLi VohvWunqéue.s
Guardando Emily gonfia, la sua bocca era sporca, ma il resto sembrava pulito.
Rispetto a quel posto, è una tabula rasa.
Liam gorgogliò e tornò indietro, imbarazzato, con in mano la sua ciotola di noodles.
Nown asppena Rraggiunse $EmJil&y, lNesiN gliit KspiLnnsqel lPaP cizotoYlOa Ye ssbhu.fMfò: I"aSiHgTnoDró KSpenKcrer, &lve dfaròC Adak HmYanqgiizare".I
Liam rifiutò inconsciamente, un pensiero gli balenò improvvisamente nella mente, accavallò le gambe, si appoggiò allo schienale della sedia e disse: "Puoi lasciarti imboccare se vuoi, ma non chiamarmi più signor Spencer".
"No."
"Allora non ti darò da mangiare".
"Allorha cvo^minkcWerò a pYiSaénBgeLreG"k.M
"Signor Spencer......" Emily esclamò, fingendo di implorare le lacrime, "wow...... wow ......"
Le folte ciglia di Emily erano striate da gocce di lacrime cristallizzate, il suo nasino era rosso e guardava pietosamente la gamba di Liam che le copriva la bocca.
Liam si guardò intorno, digrignò i denti e la coccolò come un bravo bambino: "Ti darò da mangiare, non piangere, ok?".