They are no longer human beings. The bad woman can cry even more miserably.

I feel so safe when I feel wrapped in warmth, a solid and reliable chest, and hands caressing my back.

Suddenly, she came to her senses a little.

At this moment, I was lying in someone else's arms.

But why are there others?

Obviously her husband has passed away.

Ella subconsciously pushed Char away and stepped back a little.

"I'm sorry, my emotions got a little out of control."

Ella rubbed her forehead and looked up to see the portrait of her late husband.

In the black and white photo, the person is looking straight ahead with gentle eyes, as if he is looking at himself across time and space.

At this time, Ella was completely sober. She was enveloped by a strong sense of guilt and felt heavy.

She actually threw herself into the arms of another man in front of her deceased husband.

Although she knew in her heart that she did not have much feelings for her late husband.

It's more of a responsibility and a restraint than an emotion.

To repay him for protecting me and saving me from harm.

At that time, she was targeted by the nobles and had no way to escape.

Just when she was about to reach her death, he appeared and protected her.

That's why she agreed to his proposal.

But that is the result of gratitude.

But things don't always go as planned. Even though she agreed to get married, he died early in the front line.

Therefore, she could never repay this kindness.

I have been carrying this burden in my heart all the time, suppressing it deep in my heart all the time, and it has gradually become an unsolvable knot in my heart.

That's why she only wanted to resurrect her late husband.

It is both to repay a favor and to express a sense of responsibility after entering into a marriage contract.

Even marriage is just a responsibility. In other words, Ella has never tasted the sweetness of love in her life.

According to her original idea, this was how her life would be.

but--

Chapter 81 Madam, have you heard of taking a different approach? The Sword Saint is coming (8k)

During this period of time, the hateful boy gradually entered my heart.

I don't know when it started, but the weight of him in my heart has unknowingly increased.

It's so annoying to be suspected by him!

Whenever she thought of his cold eyes before, her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a big hand, and the suffocating pain drowned her like a tide.

"You know, you're really annoying."

Aila's voice was low and mumbling, and only Char, who was snuggling close to her, could hear her.

"What on earth do you want to do?"

"Is it fun to bully a widow like me?"

Ella pursed her lips. The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved and sad she felt.

Her rosy cheeks are like peach blossoms, and her eyes are watery, holding all her thoughts.

Ella clenched her little pink fist and punched Char's chest twice.

Soft and powerless.

Xia reached out and held her hand, wrapped her small pink fist in his palm, and with a gentle pull, he pulled her into his arms.

"you……"

Ella looked at the face so close to her, feeling a little flustered and wanting to run away again.

But the two seemed to be stuck together and couldn't be separated.

She raised her head and looked at the boy's face and affectionate eyes, as if she wanted to engrave him in her heart with her gaze.

The red lips parted slightly, and a faint fragrance wafted to the face, mixed with the aroma of fine wine, making people unconsciously want to indulge in it.

The air gradually warmed up and the atmosphere began to become ambiguous.

Looking at the stunning face so close to him, looking at the confusion, entanglement, grievance and deep emotions in Ella's eyes.

Like a rose covered with dew, it is beautiful and ready to be picked.

It makes people's hearts beat.

Char has never been an indecisive person, he always takes action when it is time to do so.

He held the delicate person in his arms with one hand and raised the other hand to gently lift up her scattered hair.

His fingertips stroked across the warm face, sending a jolt of electricity through Ella's bones.

The handsome face in front of her gradually grew bigger, and Ella was completely enveloped by Char's aura.

Ella's eyes were still open, but the whole world seemed to have become blurred. Only the touch was so real and had a magic that made people sink into it.

Char's hand had moved to the back of her head, pressing her towards him.

In a moment, Ella pushed Xia away and hurriedly increased the distance between them, her face becoming even redder.

The hair that had just been tidied became even more messy.

Ella's eyes were panicked and she covered her red lips with her hand.

It is impossible for it to be swollen, after all, it has been so short.

This is the most instinctive struggle and resistance of a virgin widow, and her identity allows her to maintain the most basic rationality.

"No, no!"

Her eyes fell on the photo in the mourning hall, and she seemed to see the condemning look of her late husband in the photo.

She couldn't let her deceased husband down.

Regardless of whether they had been in love or not, and even though she was only repaying a favor to him, he was still her husband.

The bottom line cannot be crossed!

Ella shook her head, her long purple hair falling into disarray.

His face was full of helplessness.

However, Xia kept pressing forward, always keeping Ella under his aura.

“In fact, there is more than one way to deeply communicate feelings.”

Ella was confused.

She raised her head in a daze and looked into Xia's eyes.

Just one glance and you'll be captivated by it.

His misty eyes began to become empty and his expression was somewhat confused.

Xia held her in his arms, a dangerous and charming smile on his face.

He pressed his forehead against Ella's, their breath blending together.

"Aunt Ai, have you ever heard of taking a different approach?"

Ella listened to Xia's proposal and looked at his meaningful eyes, and the balance in her heart gradually tilted.

The night is long, yet seems very short.

In just a twinkle, the sky turned pale.

Maybe he was drunk.

Ella thought about it and unconsciously sank into the night.

She selectively ignored her true thoughts and attributed everything to the effects of alcohol.

Ella was very well-behaved, gentle and submissive that night, and her main characteristic was the tolerance of an older person.

In the room, the boy's satisfied sigh faded away.

Compared to a certain foul-mouthed but weak iceberg maid, she is much stronger.

Strength is only relative, and so is weakness.

Even though Ella had performed well, she still failed miserably.

The taming value continued to rise, and when a glow appeared on the horizon, it stopped at 50%.

Go to big points!

Now, it has reached a level that can be fully trusted.

By the time Xia left, it was already dawn.

Although the light is dim, it illuminates the whole world.

The campus was still very quiet at this time, with only Xia Ya walking by.

Behind him, a certain lady had fallen into a long-lost deep sleep.

When you are extremely tired, your body will naturally fall into sleep, slowly recovering your body and mind.

Ella lay slightly sideways on the bed, looking exhausted.

Despite this, she had a smile on her face, which was very warm.

After their hearts were untied, the relationship between the two took a step forward.

As Xia walked on his way home, he felt more relaxed and happy looking at the beautiful scenery on both sides.

It was fun, but the housekeeper Long had something to say about the fact that he didn't come home all night.

As soon as Char returned home, he felt a death gaze.

For some reason, Char felt a little guilty.

Following his gaze, he saw a socially anxious person sitting on the sofa, his hands resting on his sides, staring at him without blinking.

Stare~!

Even though Xia was thick-skinned, he couldn't hold it together under Long's gaze.

"Ahem, you got up so early?"

Char tried to interrupt and change the subject.

But it failed.

Long still stared at Char without saying a word.

Char changed his shoes, sat down opposite Oboro, and made his face serious.

"If you have anything to say, you can say it."

Don't look at him like that. I feel guilty for some reason.

It's as if I've done something very sorry for her.

"I do have something to say."

The voice was heavy.

An invisible pressure spread.

Then in the next second, the serious and quiet housekeeper became humble.

"Although I am just a humble little maid, and a poor creature temporarily living in your house, I have no right to manage you."

"But Master, you didn't come back all night, and I was worried too, okay?"