She's The Black Demon King's Nemesis

Chapter 137

He stretched out a hand to grasp her hand. At this moment, Xia Ji in front of him was the meek girl in Luyuan. She was smiling, silent, beside him, silent and tender - very different from the woman who was holding the demon chopping sword on her wedding night.

After that night, no one ever mentioned the Dark Lord, just like it never happened, just a dream.

Xiaji herself is also confused, just like a dream..

Ziling, I really hope that for her, it's really a dream. The plot in the dream is clear. After waking up, everything is forgotten. Maybe, that's the best thing for her.

He suddenly hugged her, and a faint fragrance came from the tip of her hair. He was a little ecstatic, his head buried in her arms, "Shaji I'll hold the ceremony as soon as possible. When it's time, it's our real wedding night... "

She held his head in her arms, quietly, a little expectant, a little safe. She knew that this time, she was sure that no one would disturb her again.

That night, she woke up early. Outside the window, the north wind was blowing, and it was dark all around.

It's like the cold night in Luyuan for more than ten years, and she is very scared every day when it's windy and rainy, especially the sound of the strong wind, which seems to sweep countless terrible things back and forth

She was suddenly very afraid, anxious to sit up, but was caught by a pair of warm hands, she was stunned, only to find herself lying in a broad arms. She immediately found that it was the familiar smell of Ziling, his warm hand, and her fingers crossed.

He did not wake up, is really tired to the extreme, even if she such a slight struggle, also did not disturb him. He just put his arms around her and wouldn't let her go. Xiaji lay down again, gently nestled in his arms, and soon fell asleep again.

But this time, I slept very shallow, half asleep and half awake. But when she opened her eyes again in the dark, she found that her fear was gone. Because, that pair of warm and powerful hands have been embracing themselves.

I have never enjoyed any maternal love since I was born. Except for an old maid in waiting, I have almost no relatives. Countless midnight dreams of the night, the little girl listening to mice, cockroaches running around the house, want to find a person to talk. But, No.

The old maid in waiting always sleeps very well and hardly talks with children. Even when she hugged little Xia Ji, she was not used to expressing intimacy.

Until now, until lying in Ziling's arms, she suddenly felt at ease: at this time, she did not have the heart to wake him up to speak, he was too tired. But, even if she doesn't speak, she feels warm, silent is better than sound - because you are sure that every lonely night you wake up, there will be a person who makes you feel at ease.

He is your patron saint, your hope, will not change forever.

She was smiling and gently stroking his sleeping face in the dark.

It turned out that these nights, when he was in a coma, Zi Ling quietly came back to accompany him in the middle of the night.

He is a gentleman, but he loves her more, for fear that she will be lonely and uncomfortable when she is sober, so he can't bear to leave her, even the rules.

What rules are more important than her??