Chapter 32 – Fairy Tales Are All Lies (32)
There have been no ripples of any kind in Xiuyin’s heart.
But now, it seemed to be different, and he didn’t know what this feeling was.
But both his body and mind screamed to want, want to embrace her, kiss her, ravage her, ruthlessly tease her, leaving his marks on her fair and tender skin.
From initial curiosity and amusement, focusing his gaze on her, all emotions eventually turned into a kind of longing, a longing for her.
So no matter what kind of emotion it was, he wanted… he wanted this person.
Completely.
He could give her anything, except letting her leave his side, at least before he lost this emotion…
Golden strands of his hair lightly brushed against Yan Luo’s cheek. Yan Luo heard him continue in that soft, yet alluring voice.
“I can give you everything you can think of. All the exquisite and beautiful things in the world can be presented to you. I can accompany you in doing whatever you want, go anywhere with you…”
—So, don’t run, don’t escape… before I got tired of it.
The golden-haired angelic-faced boy whispered in Yan Luo’s ear with a voice that would tempt anyone.
Yan Luo’s eyes flashed for a moment, then she regained her composure, looking into those azure eyes with a hint of strange light.
Her hand finally broke free, lifting slightly and reaching towards his eyes.
Those eyes were very beautiful, like the color of the sky, clear yet seemingly containing many things. However, the light in those eyes was still casual, lazy, and noble…
Even while saying such things.
Yan Luo also realized the issue; he didn’t actually like her as much as he claimed to be. Perhaps, at this moment, she was indispensable because she could be considered his ray of light.
But… the blackening male god already has some inherent issues in his personality. He was suspecting, changeable, adept at disguise. No matter how interested he was, it’s unlikely for him to fall in love so deeply with someone.
Especially in such a short time, it was at most a novel feeling that makes him curious and unable to resist wanting to hold onto it.
Thinking this way, the hint of light in Yan Luo’s eyes quickly disappeared. She lightly pursed her lips, raising her hand to resist against Xiuyin’s chest.
“You’ve just never encountered someone like me, it’s just your curiosity.” Yan Luo spoke, looking at Xiuyin’s expression.
After this novelty disappears, what will be left? It was uncertain, and she would never know the answer.
Yan Luo understood that her time in this dimension should be running out.
“Is that so?” Xiuyin’s expression remained unchanged, his tone light and seemingly questioning himself.
His face revealed no clues, still slightly calm.
Perhaps it is, Xiuyin lightly pursed his lips. After all, he was still thinking about when his interest in her would disappear… Besides, how could someone like him have such feelings?
But even so, Xiuyin smiled again, this time lowering his head, directly lifting his hand with a ‘tear’ sound.
Feeling a chill at her chest, Yan Luo was bewildered, retracting her hand, attempting to step back.
But those slightly cool lips had already descended.
With just brief pause, leaving behind one after another red marks.