His 'chest' rose and fell sharply, and his cold breath suddenly spread out, as if to freeze everything.

Xu is aura was too strong, and the young 'girl' under him suddenly moved, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she seemed to have signs of waking up.

He hurriedly wanted to get up and leave, but before the thought was finished, he thought with some wickedness—why did he leave? Maybe as soon as she opened her eyes and saw her world-class appearance, she immediately fell in love with herself?

The corners of his 'lips' tugged, but not only did he not move, but pecked her 'lips' as if he was provocative/teasing.

He squinted and smiled and waited for her to open her eyes, but she only whispered something and fell asleep again.

He was stunned for a moment, and frowned slightly.

Why does this 'woman' sleep so deeply!?

What if someone takes advantage of her sleep to have bad thoughts on her?

And what if it's not him who is here at this time, but another man?

Wouldn't that be too cheap for others!

His handsome eyebrows tightened more and more, and the anger in his heart that had been calmed down rose again.

But I never thought about why my inexplicable emotions came from......

He had even forgotten what he was here for!

He just instinctively and domineeringly thought, he can't let such a thing happen again, and even if it does, then the object can only be him!

His eyes sank slightly, and he suddenly thought that it would be better to bring her back to the Demon Realm, so that he could tie her to his side all the time.

But in a blink of an eye, he was 'confused' again, why did he have such a strong possessive 'desire' for a human 'girl' who met for the first time?

He had never felt that 'female' people were so important, for him, it was originally dispensable, and he never even thought that he might one day live with a 'female' son.

But now, he has a very strong desire to completely take the young 'girl' in front of him for himself!

He pressed down, narrowing the distance between the two more and more, the young woman's soft and delicate body was completely imprisoned under him, he looked at her quiet face with closed eyes and sleeping, wanting to do something, but he was afraid of waking her up from her good dreams.

In the end, he just 'kissed' her like a dragonfly, and then rolled over and lay down on her side.

Somehow, my heart suddenly became peaceful, as if all the disturbances in the world were no longer important, and power and wealth were no better than sleeping with her at this time.

He turned sideways, looked at the sleeping person next to him with his head half-propped, and suddenly his heart moved, and he raised his hand to pick up a strand of fine hair on her cheek, and leaned in front of his nose to smell it carefully.

Slowly, his eyes grew brighter and brighter—that's what it tasted like! The smell of her hair was exactly the same as the smell of the strand of hair he had with him!

It's her, it's her!

No wonder I have an inexplicable affection for her, I see!

Who is she? Is it the identity of the human world before me?

At that time, he also had to wear her hair closely, was she very important to him at that time?

As the saying goes, the hair of the body is the parents of the body, and the hair of the 'woman' in the world really cannot be easily cut, let alone give it to a man?

Could it be that the vague figure that appears in his mind from time to time is her?

Those conversations that occasionally appeared in her ears were also what she said to her own identity in the world?