He just wanted to get married once in his life. He wanted to give her a complete dream and happiness without any shortcomings.
"That's it -" the voice in his arms was a little disappointed, "Okay then, wait another half month."
Xuanyuan Yu couldn't help laughing and said: "If you can't wait, we can go into the bridal chamber tonight and cook the raw rice first, and then we can make up for the wedding."
"You're going to die!"
Ling Luo scolded, stretched out a small fist, and hit Xuanyuan Yu on the chest.
Xuanyuan Yu grabbed Ling Luo's little fist, laughed dumbly, and said, "I'm joking with you, but I take it seriously."
Ling Luo rolled her eyes.
"Not serious."
Xuanyuan Yu raised his eyebrows and said: "If my husband is serious, how can I work hard to have thirty children with you in the future?"
Ling Luo: "..."
Xuanyuan Yu stared intently at her elegant bare face, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but evoke a happy smile.
"I'm very happy."
"What are you glad for?" she wondered.
Xuanyuan Yu sighed softly: "I'm glad I can still touch you."
Ling Luo's beautiful eyes dimmed slightly.
She told her that when she unconsciously absorbed the divine source, she accidentally injured Yu, and her body instinctively rejected him.
"So, let's get married as soon as possible."
He held it with his long arms, and the corners of his lips curved in an evil way: "I wish for you."
"Get married as soon as possible. No matter what our bodies will become or what our memories will become in the future, at least we are already husband and wife." Ling Luo said what was in her heart.
Xuanyuan Yu heard uneasiness and fear from her words.
"Don't be afraid."
His voice is gentle and his embrace is gentle.
"We will be husband and wife soon, and then we will be husband and wife forever." He placed his chin on the top of her head and rubbed her affectionately.
A faint smile appeared on Ling Luo's lips.
She leaned against his embrace and raised her head slightly. From this angle, she happened to see the wanton curve of the corners of his lips.
Ling Luo's pupils shrank severely.
She stretched out her hand and gently covered the upper half of Xuanyuan Yu's face, her arms shaking slightly.
"What's wrong?" Xuanyuan Yu was confused.
Ling Luo's lips were a little pale and she said softly: "Smile for me."
Xuanyuan Yu grinned, showing his white teeth.
"It's not like this. I like to see you smile evilly, full of evil."
Xuanyuan Yu put away his silly smile.
The next moment, the extremely beautiful lip shape slightly rose, evoking an extremely dazzling evil arc.
Ling Luo's face became paler and she bit her lower lip lightly, trying hard to control herself and prevent the fear in her voice from leaking out.
"If you are more evil, don't raise the corners of your lips so much."
So similar.
Exactly the same!
Ling Luo's face was as pale as paper, and her hands were shaking uncontrollably.
If she had only suspected it before, now she can be 100% sure.
The man who penetrated Mansha's chest and dug out her heart was the previous life of the man in front of her.
"Why do you want me to show such an evil smile, like a devil?"
Xuanyuan Yu was puzzled, stretched out a big hand, covered Ling Luo's small hand, and then asked in slight shock: "Why are your hands so cold?"
He grabbed her little hand, moved his face away, and saw clearly her elegant little face that looked slightly frightened.
"No...it's nothing." Ling Luo smiled a little weakly and said, "Maybe due to the influence of the divine source, I still feel a little uncomfortable."