The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

This silly princess was not a fool who did not understand anything. On the contrary, Lu Zhiyao liked her timid and straightforward personality very much.

His slender fingers caressed the girl's hair at her temples. He could feel a slight wetness under his fingers. Her hair was slightly wet. It was because she had been torturing her too much just now that she had perspired.

The man's eyes carried a hint of gentleness that he did not even realize.

He took advantage of her falling asleep and lowered his head to give her smooth forehead a kiss.

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When dusk arrived, Xia Ling also woke up from her deep sleep.

Her body broke a little early. After two consecutive days of torment, she probably hurt her kidney Qi. When she got up, her head was still in a daze.

"husband... " she called out in a hoarse and soft voice.

She turned her head to look at Lu Zhiyao, who was leaning on the side.

Lu Zhiyao seemed to have woken up a long time ago.

He closed his eyes to rest, waiting for her to wake up. His long hair had also been untied by her.

On both sides of his handsome face, smooth black hair fell down from the side.

His hair was very black and hard. The appearance of an ordinary man's hair was always somewhat feminine.

However, Lu Zhiyao's appearance seemed to have unsealed his inner heat and inner coldness. She had personally unsealed and released his passion.

Lu Zhiyao opened his eyes and looked at the girl. He felt as if he had misheard something.

"husband? " He repeated in a low voice.

"Yes. Husband. " Xia Ling called out softly. She was a little shy, but she revealed a smile.

In the dark room, Lu Zhiyao was being looked at seriously by the girl. From the side of her face, half of it could not be seen clearly. However, as he was being looked at by her, Lu Zhiyao only felt that the girl's eyes were still dark and bright, but the depths of her eyes were much clearer.

"You should call me Fuma, " Lu Zhiyao said.

As he said this, that slender hand unceremoniously caressed Xia Ling's head and rubbed it.

"FUMA. " Xia Ling followed the good advice.

Her voice was a little sluggish at the beginning, as if it was difficult to make out in the vocal cords.

But after waiting for a while, she called out a few times in succession, and her voice became more and more familiar.

"Fuma, Fuma, Fuma... "

"mm... mm, " Lu Zhiyao replied ...

The two sat on the bed and stared at each other, looking like idiots.

Lu Zhiyao's thin lips carried a smile.

He rubbed Xia Ling's head again, got up, and put on his clothes.

Lu Zhiyao, who was born in a slave family, had been used to doing everything by himself since he was young. He was also used to putting on his clothes.

After he put on his own clothes, he came to help Xia Ling again.

The girl's clothes were very complicated. If it weren't for Lu Zhiyao's intelligence, who had studied them a few times, those skirts would have been tangled together.

When he pushed the door open, a cool breeze blew in from outside.

The night had already entered the twilight. Stars filled the sky, and a bright crescent moon hung high above their heads.

The weather was just about to turn into summer. Suddenly, a cool air brushed against their faces, and the two who were slightly sticky suddenly felt refreshed.

Xia Ling raised her head to look at the moon.

The clear and cold light was bright and clear. Such a moon seemed to be a rare sight to her.

"Princess, " Lu Zhiyao called out softly as he looked at the girl whose face was becoming clearer and clearer under the moonlight.

Xia Ling turned her head to look.

A warm kiss was placed on her lips, and there was a man's faint breath beside her. This breath surged towards her and surrounded her.

Then, her lips were kissed, and her waist was held in place.

She was held tightly in the man's arms, deepening the kiss.

It was a beautiful day and a beautiful night under the moon.

The girl under the moon was as beautiful as a fairy who was about to ascend. Her Red Robe was blown by the wind, and her black hair fluttered in the wind.

Lu Zhiyao's hands were clumsy. He tied Xia Ling's hair into a bun, and it was also slightly crooked.