Chapter 137: His Forbidden Belly 6

He stretched out a hand and grabbed her hand, and at this moment, Xia Ji in front of him was completely the docile and lovely girl in the deer park. She smiled, was silent, and was beside him, silently tender—like the woman on her wedding night who slashed madly with a demon sword.

After that night, no one spoke of the Dark Lord, as if it had never happened, but was just a dream.

Natsuhime herself was in a daze, as if she was in a dream......

Ziling, I really hope that for her, that qiē is really a dream, the plot in the dream is clear, and after waking up from the dream, she has forgotten everything. Perhaps, that's the best thing for her.

He hugged her suddenly, and the faint scent of her hair came from the tip of his nose. He was a little fascinated and buried his head in her arms, "Natsuhime...... I will do my best to hold the enthronement ceremony, but the time is the real wedding night for us......"

She hugged his head, quietly, a little expectant, a little safe. She knew that this time, she was sure that no one would bother her again.

That night, she woke up early. Outside the window, the north wind was howling, and it was pitch black.

Just like the bleak night of the deer park for more than ten years, she is terrified every windy and rainy day, especially the sound of the wind, which is like sweeping countless terrible things shuttling back and forth......

She was suddenly frightened and anxious to sit up, but was grabbed by a pair of warm big hands, and she was stunned for a moment, only to find herself lying in a wide embrace. She immediately discovered that this was Zi Ling's familiar taste, his warm big hand, interlocking with her fingers.

He hadn't woken up yet, he was so tired that even her slight struggle didn't disturb him. He just gently hugged her and wouldn't let her go. Natsuhime lay down again, gently snuggled into his arms, and soon fell asleep again in a daze.

However, this time I slept very lightly, half-asleep and half-awake. It was only when she opened her eyes again in the dark that she found that her fear was gone. Because, those warm and powerful big hands have been embracing themselves.

Since birth, she has never enjoyed any day of maternal love, except for an old palace maid, there are almost no relatives. Countless nights of midnight dreams, the little girl listened to the rats and cockroaches running around the house, and wanted to find someone to talk to. However, no.

The old palace maid always slept soundly, and there was almost no time to talk to the children. Even when she even hugged Xiao Xia Ji, she rarely showed affection.

It wasn't until now, until she was lying in Ziling's arms, that she suddenly felt at ease: at this time, she couldn't bear to wake him up to speak, he was too tired. But even when she doesn't speak, she feels warm, and silence is better than sound—because, you are sure, every lonely night when you wake up, there is someone lying beside you.

He is your protector, your hope, and will not change for the rest of your life.

She smiled, gently caressing his sleeping face in the dark.

It turned out that during these nights when he was unconscious, he dared to fall in love in the second half of the night, and Zi Ling quietly slipped back to accompany him.

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, and he can't even care about the rules.

What kind of rules will be more important than her?