Yun Xia blinked her eyes, was slightly stunned, and took two seconds to react.
She looked at the boy in front of her.
He was explaining his mood very seriously at first, but was suddenly interrupted by her. When he asked this kind of topic, his pale face returned to some blush, and he was at a loss for a moment before carefully looking at her.
"It's that I will let my wife lead... It's that I will serve you well."
His Highness pursed his slender lips, but in the end he still didn't have the nerve to say it. He stood in front of the door with cute eyes.
Yun Xia thought, what a little grievance.
She glanced at each other.
The boy's snow-white clothes were drenched, and his knuckles were turning white.
But it's nice to see a beauty soaking wet, especially at this moment when she is staring at her pitifully, as if she only needs to say forgiveness, and her eyes will be filled with joy.
She didn't speak.
The young man bit his pale lips slightly, and there was a few seconds of silence between the two of them. He carefully said: "I can learn how to please my wife. I can also learn how to cook, and I can learn a lot for my wife."
The two stood with only one door between them.
The little highness tentatively raised his hand, his white fingertips gently hooked her, and his cold hand took the girl's soft white little finger, shaking it gently.
"OK?"
The girl just watched the heavy rain outside the door in silence, narrowing her round eyes slightly.
Then, she turned her face to the side, expressionless, and pulled her hand away from his fingers.
The young man's beautiful cheeks paled instantly.
His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he raised his hand against his heart under the snow clothes, his eyes were tinged with a faint gleam.
Qing Leng's voice was low: "We just got married, I will really change. Don't you like me?"
The big devil looked at him with his head turned, his eyes were cold, and he looked at him for a few seconds, "Don't you also know that most of the people who like you are because of your face. In this regard, I am the same as Prime Minister Mo."
"..."
Nan Huai pursed his lips tightly, resisting the sudden dull pain in his heart, the pain made him stop breathing, and after two seconds, he spoke slowly, shaking his head: "It's different."
He raised his eyes, looked pale, and said seriously: "If all you like is the face... I can accept it, no matter what you like, as long as I have it, I will give you everything."
Yun Xia froze for a moment.
She turned her head to look at the pouring rain outside again.
The boy in front of him murmured in a low voice: "So, can you let me..."
"Can't."
Before he could finish his sentence, the girl interrupted him indifferently, ignoring the boy's pale as snow expression, and glanced at him indifferently.
"You go back. You can write after you and Li Shu return home. When we part, you will meet other better wives than me."
Nan Huai stared at her blankly.
The Great Demon King tilted his head again, and suddenly showed a soft smile, raised his fair chin, and said calmly, "Although there may not be a better wife than me in this world."
Nan Huai was slightly taken aback.
He stood where he was, watching the door close in front of his eyes, covering the slender figure on the opposite side, as if slowly covering up the light in his heart.
The boy stood silently for a long time.
Then he stepped up, his expression indifferent and cold like an ice sculpture. There was a sharp pain in his heart, but he didn't have the strength to reach out to press it.
He pushed open the door of the room, walked in, and slowly closed the door to block out the light from outside.
The dimmed world covered up the fine twinkle in the young man's eyes.
He stood there for a while.
The noise of the whole world falls in my ears, but it seems to be silent.
(end of this chapter)