Spoiling his wife too much: This villain is too gentle

Chapter 233 Memory Flash
"..."

Della suddenly remembered the knight with warm pale green eyes. Didn't the other party come here under the order of Ives?

It seems to be called Muir, and Della doesn't want to name him, even if the purpose of the other party's sneaking here is unknown, after all, the other party saved her, and the person with such eyes should not be a bad person.

"The breath of the blood race does not belong to Rose..."

"Uh... Elvis."

Della's wrist was tightly grasped, and it was so painful that Elvis let go of her hand as if he suddenly woke up.

The red mark on the white wrist was very obvious. The lack of blood circulation made Della feel a little numb. She stretched out her hand and rubbed her wrist. She was quite still and looked up into a pair of eyes with complicated emotions.

"Don't be afraid of me, I love you so much..."

From the low whisper, Della could hear the deep pain and helplessness, as well as... a touch of madness.

"However, I always hurt you when I take it for granted."

Della felt that he was staring at her, but vaguely seemed to travel through time and space, looking at another person.

"It won't happen this time, I won't let others hurt you, including myself..."

She wouldn't let her experience such a desperate fate. Even if she betrayed the fairy clan, she wanted to take that thing against the sky to save her, but the first generation of the Sikong family, her elders... actually wanted to give up on her...

Now I understand that the first generation didn't abandon her, but just believed in the person in charge of time.

"My... capacity."

The cold lips moved on her cheeks, and Della, who was dodging, suddenly froze. The familiar word was like a spell, and something was about to come out of her mind. Her real name...what is it.

Why, she feels unfamiliar with everything now, not only the people around her, and the layout of the residence, but also because of some subtle things in the air here, which makes her extremely uncomfortable, like darkness.

"Head hurts!"

She hugged her head and curled up into a ball, the fierce memory collided, but was blocked by something, the cold embrace seemed to relieve her pain, Duke Dracula softened at this moment, and touched her head with his big hand.

"Don't force yourself to think about it, just close your eyes and get some sleep..."

His voice was filled with hypnotic energy, and Della's frowning brows gradually relaxed, and just as she was about to close her eyes, her wine-colored eyes suddenly opened again, with a gleam of coldness and sharpness.

It was as fast as an illusion, the girl in her arms was quiet and beautiful, and the sleeping flower elf couldn't compare to the fairy spirit exuding from her body. The beautiful face was still exactly the same as before, but it seemed that the edges and corners had been removed, pure white and clear. ...

Ives laughed at himself, every time he had to pile up so many adjectives on her, even he felt a little exaggerated.

However, he can be very sure that these adjectives can't describe half of her demeanor.

"Ye Shurong...wake up..."

Whose voice is this...?Della opened her eyes, and found that she was in a vast expanse of whiteness, without any color, scenery, or breath of life.

"Remember! Save us... Otherwise this world..."

With a somewhat hoarse childish voice, the voice slowly dissipated before she finished a sentence, and when she opened her eyes again, she found that it was still coming from that dark room.

The bed quilt with exquisite dark patterns, the black velvet carpet is spread gorgeously on the floor, and on the European-style carved cabinet beside the bed is a vase with a dark green background and golden patterns, inside... are a few pure white roses, the petals have As pure as ice and snow.

Della subconsciously stretched out her hand to touch it, and some memory fragments that were broken like stars flashed in her mind.

She vaguely remembered that there was a person she liked so much that she felt distressed, that person was as cold and pure as a knife...

(End of this chapter)