Supreme Demon Empress

Chapter 146 Supreme Demon Empress, Epilogue ([-])
"Let's go." I smiled back at him softly, not bothering about the painting anymore, he took my hand and walked towards the door, wrapping me tightly in his big palm, a gust of warm wind blowing, I turned around by a strange coincidence, and the picture scroll was lazily unfolded and hanging on the edge of the table. When my eyes touched the content of the picture and the inscription on it, my pupils shrank suddenly, and my whole body stopped and trembled slightly. It's almost summer, but I feel cold all over my body.

Sensing my discomfort, he squeezed my hand hard. He turned his head to look at me affectionately, and said softly and lightly as if treating a lover: "What's wrong, is it cold?"

I immediately suppressed the sadness and coldness that burst out of my pupils, and smiled lightly at his deep and affectionate eyes like black jewels: "It's okay."

He pampered me and scratched my petite nose, said nothing, hugged me and continued walking towards the Golden Mirror Hall, followed by a group of guards and servants in the distance, but I stood stubbornly and refused to leave.

"Long Lin, do you love me?" The moment he looked back at me with affectionate eyes, I froze in place, lowered my head, waiting for him to say he loves me.

He stretched out his long white hand, slowly raised my chin, and pressed a kiss on his lips like a superficial kiss: "Love! Whether it's past life, present life or future, I only love you!" It was like an oath Telling me, he stared deeply at me with smiling eyes.

"But, I don't love you." The faint Xiang is irrelevant, and there is always a faint smile on the corner of my mouth.

I saw his pupils shrink sharply, and the bright starry eyes dimmed instantly. The deep sadness and affection in his eyes were all frozen on my smiling face. I turned my eyes away from his face, and said lightly : "Should the wedding continue like this?"

For a long time, he didn't speak, just stared at me, and didn't ask me why. When I thought he wouldn't open his mouth again, he suddenly moved his face closer, pointed the tip of his nose to mine, and gently touched me. Spit on my cheeks, a little domineering and a little teasing: "Whether you love me or not, you are the bride I want to marry, because you can only be mine!"

Not that I want to, but that I want to.

(End of this chapter)