The Little Midnight Bride

A boy exuding the aura of a king!

He was dressed in white casual clothes, simple attire, and under the goose yellow street lights, he exuded the courage of the pack. (www>

The young man raised his head slowly, with a monstrous face that charms all living beings, the lady couldn't help but gasp, beautiful, so beautiful, but you dare not ignore his danger, the absolute danger that people dare not blaspheme.

The young man slowly raised his head, his hair moved slightly, his eyes fell on the girl kneeling in the rain not far away, his sword eyebrows furrowed without leaving a trace.

He walked straight towards her, and the man in black behind him held an umbrella for him respectfully and humblely, and the black crowd, like a god's mansion descended from the sky, pressed in with force. [

"Who are you?"

The lady's originally arrogant tone became cowardly, because the young man was born with the aura to make people bow down. In front of him, she had lost all her arrogant capital.

The boy's footsteps stopped beside the girl, and she slowly raised her chin, meeting his eyes.

That year, she was five years old; he was twelve.At that moment, the gear of fate slowly turned on.

The girl's rain-stained face was red and swollen, and her body was covered with bruises as far as the eye could see, but her clever but stubborn eye sockets were full of burning hatred.

His hand, which was originally in his trousers, slowly stretched out, as if to invite her. "stand up!"

It was obviously a gentle tone, with an irresistible tension.

The girl stared blankly at the boy who seemed to have descended from the sky. He clearly exuded the aura of a devil all over his body, but at this moment he appeared in front of her like an angel.

She looked at him vigilantly, as if trying to estimate whether grabbing his outstretched hand would be salvation or destruction for herself.

After many years, she deeply realized that it was not salvation, let alone destruction, but complete sinking.

At this moment, she bit her thin lips slightly, motionless, still estimating.

Seeing that she was not moving, he bowed slightly, squinted his coquettish eyes, pinched the girl's cold chin, exerted a little force, felt her chin trembling from pain or fear, and slightly raised the corners of her cold lips.

"Remember, my words are orders. You can only obey."

"Why?" The girl stared at him stubbornly, her voice trembling.

He chuckled, ghostly. "In this life, you can only be mine, and you will die with me in death."