Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 210 Just like the wedding between you and me

He was about to say something, but Celie quickly turned her gaze to the groom who was waving to the crowd with his bride.

There is no word "suffering a loss" in Miss Elf's dictionary!

She raised her finger, pointed precisely at the figure in the black dress, and looked at Lord with the principle of fair trade:
"Then you should wear that too."

Lord followed her finger and saw the groom's well-tailored black suit.

Looking at Celie's serious expression, he was stunned at first, and then a more ambiguous idea came to his mind.

He leaned forward slightly, leaning close to Celie's ear, his breath brushing against her ear, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"Then, I'll wear that, and you wear this." He pointed at the groom and then pointed meaningfully in the bride's direction. "That way, wouldn't it be like we're having a wedding?"

boom--!
As soon as Lord finished speaking, Celie's brain seemed to crash!
All her thoughts, all her rational analysis, and all her principles of not wanting to suffer any loss, disappeared without a trace.

Have a wedding! ?
Myself and Lord! ?
This thought was like the most advanced magic, instantly breaking through all her defenses.

She was just thinking about not being the only one who suffered the loss, and she didn't realize the deeper meaning represented by the combination of these two sets of clothes.

Lord's light-hearted teasing accurately hit the hidden corner of her heart that she had never realized.

An indescribable feeling of panic began to spread, mixed with great shyness and a deeper heat wave.

They rushed from the soles of the feet to the top of the head in an instant.

Celia felt her cheeks were very hot, for no reason, and even her ears and neck became extremely hot in an instant.

She suddenly lowered her head, trying to cover her instantly red cheeks with her falling blonde hair, but her disordered breathing exposed her current mood.

Lord observed Celie's reaction.

Although her face could not be seen clearly because she lowered her head, the rosy neck and ears alone explained everything.

It seems that I am one step closer to my goal.

The little master who didn't understand love has begun to gradually understand this feeling.

On the other side, Celie tried hard to control the turbulent emotions in her heart, not letting them overflow at all, and wanted to maintain her usual calmness.

But it's totally useless.

She could even feel Lord looking at her with a playful look.

That gaze made her feel more at a loss than any high-level magic lock.

The noisy wedding scene seemed to fade away in an instant, everything around her seemed to gradually disappear, and the whole world was left with only her and the man beside her.

After a long time, so long that the newlyweds had already boarded the carriage and began to tour the city.

It took so long that the scattered petals fell on her shoulders before Celie finally managed to suppress the wave of shame that was almost drowning her.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to look up.

The blush on her cheeks had not yet completely faded, but she tried to make her eyes look calm.

She looked at Lord and found that he was still looking at her with such a gentle gaze.

Celia's heartbeat began to accelerate uncontrollably again.

She looked at Lord, at his eyes that reflected her current embarrassment, and a thought emerged very clearly:

This man, what he just said...was it really just a joke?
Her voice was much lower than usual, and she asked cautiously:
"Are you serious?"

The voice was so quiet that it was almost drowned out by the surrounding noise.

But Lord heard it clearly.

The smile on his face began to fade, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness.

He didn't answer immediately, but simply gazed at her silently. His eyes were filled with her image.

In Lord's world, the only one left is the elf lady in front of him who has been with him for thousands of years. She is emotionally indifferent but has made all exceptions for him. Now she begins to understand love.

Time seemed to freeze again.

But this time it didn't last too long, but in Celie's eyes, it seemed like a long time.

She felt her heart beating so fast that it almost stopped, and she waited silently for Lord's answer.

Finally, Lord responded.

He did not answer with words, but reached out and picked up the white petal from Celia's long golden hair.

His fingertips accidentally brushed against her still hot earlobe.

Then he leaned over slightly and whispered in her ear:

"As long as you want, Celie."

"anytime."

Neither "yes" nor "no".

But "as long as you want".

An answer that put the choice back in her hands.

Celie was slightly stunned, and then a surge of joy and excitement overwhelmed all her nervousness and shyness.

Just think for yourself?

An extremely bright smile bloomed uncontrollably on her face.

I don't know when, the man's arms had quietly wrapped around my waist.

But Celia didn't try to break free, she even started to move a little closer to him.

The lively wedding parade slowly passed by them, enjoying the praise and blessings of the onlookers.

And at the edge of the crowd, in a corner where no one noticed, the little master snuggled in the man's arms.

There were no words between the two, but the tacit understanding and relationship they had shared for thousands of years were stronger than any words.

They hugged each other for a long time, so long that the parade carriage had returned to the door of the chapel.

According to the customs of human weddings, an important link is about to begin.

That is, the bride turns her back to the crowd and throws the bouquet in her hand.

It is said that whoever receives this bouquet of flowers will be the next lucky person to be happy.

The crowd instantly became excited and rushed forward excitedly.

"What are they doing?" Celie raised her head from Lord's shoulder and looked at the chaotic crowd in front of her, very puzzled.

Hadn't these people already blessed the bride and groom? Why were they all gathered together now? Was this some mysterious ritual?
"Tossing the bouquet," Lord explained in a low voice. "It's a custom. Whoever catches the bouquet is considered the next lucky person to be blessed." Lord was silent for a moment. "It's a kind of... beautiful blessing, I guess."

Celie raised her eyebrows but remained noncommittal.

happiness?

Can something as intangible as this be determined by a bouquet of flowers?
She doesn’t believe it!
However, seeing the pure anticipation and excitement on those humans' faces, she didn't say anything.

The bride on the stage took a deep breath and raised the bouquet of white flowers in her hand high up, as if she was about to throw it away.

The crowd's cheers reached a climax.

(End of this chapter)