"The inner garden will never wither."
The frank and sensitive young lion Harry x the external cooling and internal temperature technology and the nerd-year-old snake Yaerlin
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#Group portrait article, there are 9 main original characters including the protagonist
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"The golden egg said that you must find your beloved treasure," Harry's hair was still dripping, and the collar of his school robe was tilted to reveal his collarbone, "I didn't expect..."
Arlin suddenly grabbed his hand that was attached to the edge of the bed, and his fingertips dug into the other person's moist skin. The lines on Harry's palm were clearly discernible, the cocoon left by Quidditch training and the touch of the licorice wand when he was handed it on Christmas Eve.
Yaerlin found that there were times when he didn't know what to say.
"When I saw it was you," Harry held his hand, "I just wanted to swim faster."
The snowy light outside the window slanted in, and Arlin suddenly saw clearly the light beating deep in the young boy's pupils - different from the moonlight beside the black lake in the fourth grade, brighter than the candlelight of the Christmas dance, like the sparks erupting from a firebolt grazing a dragon's scales. The throbbing that he had covered up with excuses was now beating more and more intensely with the pulse in his wrist.
Arlin lowered his head and kissed his trembling eyelids, the salty lake water mixed with the bitter fragrance of the refreshing potion spreading between his lips. This action is simpler than imagined - there is no need to calculate the angle or consider the consequences.
"You are also my treasure." The whisper fell on the tip of Harry's red ears, and Arlin felt the arms around his waist tightening suddenly, causing pain in his ribs.
Harry buried his face in the crook of his neck where the coolness of the lake water remained, and the wet hair brushing against his chin felt like some kind of small animal.
"Say it again," Harry demanded hoarsely.
Purpose: LOVE CAN