Chapter 352: The Long Night of Love 3

She was amazed and giggled.

"No snow...... No snow ...... Little no snow...... You're finally awake......"

The man who hugged her, relieved, his eyes wet, and his impossibly handsome face faded away from all the arrogance, arrogance, arrogance and unscrupulousness of the past...... He was just pity, just worry, just infinite gentle care, and gently stroked her jet-black hair: "No snow...... You're finally awake, and it's scared to death......"

She lowered her eyelids, her long, wet eyelashes like a tiny fan, covering her eyes, but not her smile. She was silent, but she stretched out her five fingers, and then, clasped his intertwined ten fingers......

It's really ten fingers interlocked, and suddenly there is no distance between the two hearts.

The Dark Lord's heart trembled, as if he felt an endless stream of air flowing through his body, all the way to the demon heart that had long been indifferent and cruel...... Oh my God, this is Ji Wuxue's heart, the first time it has opened to herself!

It was the first time that the little fairy's heart was close to herself.

Really, it is a heart that has no distance, no barriers, and can only be experienced with the most sincere heart.

With a wave of his hand, he hugged her tightly, fiercely, almost embedded her into his bone marrow, ecstatic: "No snow...... No snow ...... No snow ...... I'm so happy......"

All he could say was this, and nothing else.

She obediently let him hug, quietly, reached into his arms with her little hands, and gently hugged him.

This is the first time she has not been drugged, has not lost her nature, and has not been in a dream...... Completely sober and hugged him.

He rejoiced and laughed, but his voice was soft and low: "No snow...... No snow ...... Do you know who I am?"

Her eyes opened.

He suddenly held his breath, and was slightly frightened - don't, never - never like that night in the deer park - she was swirling in his arms, but it was "Zi Ling...... Zi Ling ......"

He couldn't stand the cruelty of the second time.

Seeing her eyelashes quietly drooping, he suddenly lost his mind and said in a low voice: "Forget it...... Never mind...... No snow, don't you answer me...... No need to ......"

The little warm hand suddenly took his big hand, tightly, and even gently slid it with his nails in the palm of his hand. The next moment, her long eyelashes lifted up, staring at him intently: "Wu Xian, thank you!!"

Wu Xian!

Wu Xian!!

She called out his name clearly.

He had taught her the name since she was five years old, but it was more than a decade before she called it out for the first time.

And at a time when she was so sober, so clear.

He hugged her heavily, his eyes wet. It was as if there had been so much disappointment, despair, pain, loneliness, anger in the past...... At this moment, all were compensated.

The days of the Seven Spice Treasure have become very, very leisurely.

Xia Ji's body has also been completely restored.

One day, she saw the Dark Lord's outstretched palm.

Her hand rested curiously on the magic mirror, and softly: "I, I want to see my past......"

Wu Xian paused, but did not answer immediately.

She pleaded: "I really want to see my past. Wu Xian, when you first called me Ji Wuxue, I didn't know who you were......"