"Yeah." She nodded lightly, "I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep."
"Which wing is your room?"
She stretched out her hand and pointed, and he held her sideways and walked toward the bedroom.
Her body is so light. To him, this weight is as light as a feather. He really wants to make her fatter. As far as he knows, she never eats much.
The door of Zhu Hong's room was closed. He accumulated the power of his blood pupils and activated his special function, and the door opened automatically.
Entering the room, it was a suite where the living room was connected to the bedroom.
There are eight-fold embroidered screens, carved window frames, bonsais on the shelves, calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls... Looking around at the decorations in the room, they are the kind of fabrics worn by ladies, but they seem to be a little more elegant.
The decoration is probably due to the pots of flowers and plants in the room.
With a cold look in his eyes, the fallen bed curtain opened automatically. He lowered his head and saw that she had fallen asleep.
Her long hair fell in the air, her little head was buried in his arms, sleeping as flawlessly as a baby, defenseless and full of trust.
His cold blood-blooded eyes stared at her for an instant, with special concentration, and his eyes were filled with a tenderness that even he himself didn't know existed.
He held her like this for a long time, until daylight came.
He still couldn't bear to put her on the bed.
There was a feeling in his heart that if he could hold her like this forever, he would be willing to do so.
He raised his hands up to lift her body higher. He lowered his head and wanted to kiss her tender lips, but he was afraid of waking her up.
Her eyelashes are thick and dense, casting two beautiful shadows on her eyelids, as moving as cicada wings.
Afraid of disturbing her, he had no choice but to restrain the desire that arose in his heart. He was as close as paper to her exquisite facial features and gently sniffed the natural body fragrance exuding from her skin.
He greedily breathed her breath into his nostrils, and the love in his bloody eyes became even stronger.
Yes, it's really love.
The Meilin Villa in Xingyun Pavilion was just a place where she had lived, imagining what she would do in every corner of the house.
He thought clearly about the days of recuperation.
For her, it's not just interest and possessiveness.
Although he has suffered countless injuries and faced death countless times, no one can hurt him now. He will not allow anyone to hurt him.
He will never harm himself for anyone.
Except...her.
Seeing that she was not sleeping very comfortably, he gently laid her on the bed, took off her shoes and pulled up the quilt for her.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he stared at her picturesque features, with tenderness in his enchanting blood-stained eyes.
That touch of affection seemed to dilute his original coldness and gloominess.
Only a full cavity of warmth remains.
She is so quiet and cooperative in her sleep.
There is no such alienation as rejecting people thousands of miles away.
It seemed that only when she fell asleep would she fully accept his love.
A faint evil smile appeared at the corners of his lips.
He doesn't want to deny it anymore, he loves Feng Jingyun.
Love himself more than himself.
Leng Sen closed his bloody pupils and resisted the urge to rub her into her bones. He was so restrained just not to disturb her sleep.
When will she accept him?
It doesn't matter. He told himself in his heart that he had a lifetime.
No, not just in this life.
She will be poor in the blue and fall in the underworld. Life after life, she will only be his lonely and sad person, whether it is a person or a heart.
Jingyun...
Without making a sound, he called out deeply and deeply in his heart.
