Ye Luoli's Shadow Princess

Mo Yu gently held the King's hand, raised her eyes and said affectionately, "I know you still care about me, otherwise you wouldn't come to see me secretly."

The King of France pursed his lips and turned his head to one side, revealing his ears which were so red that blood seemed to be dripping out. All the originally planned procedures were disrupted.

Mo Yu's few words instantly broke down his psychological defenses.

What if what she said was true?

Mo Yu gently hooked the Dharma King's little finger, her big eyes were as clear as spring water, yet as bright and hot as the scorching sun.

"The King of the World..."

Mo Yu hugged the Dharma King's waist and buried her head in his arms, showing obvious dependence.

Damn, she has already used such a strong medicine, if it doesn’t work, just destroy it.

The King of France paused, hesitated, and hugged Mo Yu tightly, his voice trembling so much that he himself did not even notice it.

"Ayu...is everything you said true?"

Mo Yu concealed the sharpness in his eyes and said softly, "Of course it's true."

The King of Fa tightened his grip on Mo Yu and said in a muffled voice, "I thought you were lying to me. You always liked to lie to me before, you liar."

“…That was all before.”

The Dharma King sighed and whispered, "Ayu, your heart is beating so fast."

"..."

The Dharma King chuckled, "I was just joking, why are you so nervous, Ayu?"

Mo Yu frowned, "This joke is not funny."

Mo Yu pushed the King of France away in a huff and sat on his throne with an unhappy look on his face.

Only Mo Yu was so brave that he dared to sit on the throne in front of the King of France.

The King of France looked sideways at her with a lazy smile in his eyes.

She was obedient and he was happy to coax her.

The King of Dharma squatted down, held Mo Yu's hand, pinched the soft flesh of her palm with his fingertips, and coaxed her softly, "Don't be angry, Mo Yu, I won't play this kind of joke with you again."

Mo Yu glanced at the King of France, snorted, and ignored him.

This is the Mo Yu that the King of France is familiar with, arrogant and willful because of his favor.

The smile in the King's eyes became much more genuine. "Are you still angry? Don't be angry. I was wrong."

Mo Yu glanced at the Dharma King lightly, "Really?"

"Well, really."

"……OK then."

The King of France stood up and touched Mo Yu’s head with a smile.

Mo Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief. It was a close call just now. She was always nervous in front of the King of France, and it was easy for her to be exposed when she was nervous. But luckily she got away with it this time.

After these experiences, Mo Yu's understanding of the Dharma King is no longer superficial, but deeper.

Mo Yu had previously thought that the King of Dharma was a man who would respond to soft words and not hard ones. In fact, the King of Dharma was not responding to soft words or hard ones. He did not trust anyone and only believed in his own judgment.

If Mo Yu guessed correctly, the King of France once liked him. This love accumulated over time and eventually dissipated with the passage of time.

Human beings are inherently contradictory. The King of France frantically tried to find his former self in Mo Yu, because what he really wanted was the former Mo Yu, the Mo Yu who obeyed his orders.

What is lost will never come back, and what comes back will no longer be perfect.

Unfortunately, the French king’s plan is going to fail.

He is like a mayfly in the world, expressing his implicit love to the extreme in the endless noise.

When he really looked back, he found that what he had lost would never come back, and what came back was no longer perfect.

What's the point of him doing this? It's just a way to deceive himself.