Chapter 162: The Demon Lord Always Wants to Brew with Me (End)

Vera's face flushed.

She lifted the quilt a little and found that she had already changed her clothes.

The undergarment was a Luo skirt covered with a thin layer of light gauze.

It should have been replaced, right? She thought.

If it were Satsuki, she would definitely clean up the mess.

She looked at the scattered clothes on the ground, and as if she remembered something, she leaned down on her aching body and reached out to rummage for a moment.

Then there was a sudden movement, and his fingers lifted a piece of clothing, revealing a clay figure that had been broken in half.

Bai Zhen picked it up and sighed regretfully.

Yesterday one dropped, and even the only one left was broken.

She turned the clay figure around.

The one in her hand is pinched according to her appearance.

So the one that fell yesterday......

It's his.

Vera put away the two halves of the clay figurine.

If it is broken like this, it will naturally not be able to be given away again.

She slumped back into the bed and watched the shackles on her wrists for a moment in the sunlight.

…… It looks like a thin layer, and the workmanship is exquisite, but it is really strong......

Bai Zhen broke there for a long time, but she didn't get it open.

She moved her wrist.

The broken skin last night had been carefully medicated, and now it is only slightly red.

The chain was long enough for her to walk to the door.

Vera struggled to get to the ground.

Just as his foot touched the ground, the door opened.

The young man took a bowl of steaming porridge in his hand, as if he didn't expect her to wake up, he was slightly stunned, and then smiled, "I just wanted to wake you up, come, taste the porridge I just boiled." ”

The boy was in good spirits today, his mood was obviously much better, and he even spoke a little softer.

Bai Zhen watched him approach, took a seat, and then scooped up a spoonful of porridge and blew it on her lips, and handed it to her mouth.

"Come on, eat."

The girl lowered her eyes and looked at the spoonful of porridge, but did not move.

She raised her eyes and looked at him calmly, then raised her hand and showed the shackles on her hand, and her voice was faint, "Yuan Li, what's going on?" ”

The young man had a light smile on his face, and the sunlight gilded his face with a layer of light gold, which was very beautiful.

He held the spoon in his hand closer and pressed it to her lips, "Come, drink porridge first, and then talk when you are full." ”

Vera still didn't move.

The boy couldn't resist her, and put down the bowl, "As you can see." ”

Bai Zhen stretched out her hand, "I don't like to carry this. ”

The boy smiled.

He reached out and pinned the green silk on her cheek behind her ear, the movement seemed to be very gentle, as if he was carefully treating the most precious treasure, but there was a light that bordered on paranoia.

"To be honest, I don't like it either.

But who told you to always want to run away?

I thought that by locking your true qi and making it impossible for you to use your immortal power, I would always know your whereabouts.

I thought I would make up an excuse to tell you that Zhaoye left you alone, and you would be able to stay by my side in peace.

I thought you would remember the ten-year relationship between you and me, and you would remember the words you once promised, and be by my side for the rest of your life. ”

The young man paused, his bewitching eyes stared at her, and the corners of his eyes blurred a trace of coldness and determination.

"But you've always, always wanted to run away from me. So—"

He propped his chin in his hand and tilted his head and smiled.

"So only by tying you up firmly in this way can you not leave."

The girl's face showed a look of surprise, and her clear eyes were filled with disappointment and coldness.

She frowned, her lips moving, as if she wanted to say something, but finally she only sighed, "I should have thought of it." ”