I am in Douluo, and the female pope uses me as her first love substitute.

night.

After going to Notting City and watching the "intrusive protagonist" Xiao Huohuo preparing to report to Shitlake College in Soto City under the guidance of Yu Xiaogang, Wang Zhao returned to the Dragon King Palace with great interest.

At this time, the meeting hall of the Dragon King Palace was brightly lit. Wang Zhao was walking in the air, and from afar he could see a graceful figure sitting at a desk, conscientiously working.

He couldn't help but sigh, "I haven't been in charge of things these years, all thanks to my sister. If she hadn't been so suitable to take my place, I really don't know if I could still practice well while hiding behind the scenes and making donations like I am now..."

Wang Zhao shook his head, his figure flashed, and the next moment he appeared in the hall.

Sensing his arrival, Die concealed the weariness in her eyes, then raised her head, smiling and ready to greet him.

Unexpectedly, Wang Zhao's figure disappeared from her sight. She was startled, and then she felt someone gently holding her waist from the side.

Well, the chairs in the main hall were modeled after the Pope's throne in the Spirit Hall, and they are quite spacious.

Die tilted her head slightly and cast a loving look at the little man who was sitting next to her with his arms around her.

"Sister Die, you have worked hard these years. Let me take care of the rest. From now on, leave it to Senior Qianjun or Dugu Bo. How about that? You are tired, go to sleep first..."

She was stunned again, and after quietly leaning in his warm arms for a moment, she smiled and said softly:

"Although you have made rapid progress, your cultivation is still far behind mine now. How could I be so exhausted by dealing with these trivial matters?"

Wang Zhao didn't say anything, but just held her arm a little harder, as if he wanted to rub her whole body into his.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The two of them enjoyed the tranquility of the moment in tacit understanding, and the warmth that came from nowhere gradually grew stronger.

Suddenly, Die gently pushed Wang Zhao, indicating that she wanted to continue working.

Wang Zhao nodded and let her go. He did not leave, but just sat beside her, silently watching her slowly put her mind back to work...

The night is getting darker.

The main hall fell into darkness, the door closed, and the two stood at the door, about to return to their respective bedrooms.

Die looked at Wang Zhao with eyes full of tenderness, as gentle as water, as if she wanted to see him off first.

Who would have thought that after she waited for a while, not only did Wang Zhao not turn around, but she saw him hesitate for a while and then suddenly take a step forward.

"Uh... that..."

Wang Zhao opened his mouth, wanting to say something but stopping himself. He usually looked like a mastermind, but at this moment he seemed like a young boy.

Die's eyes flickered, revealing a hint of surprise. Feeling the strange atmosphere between the two of them, she seemed to realize something.

Seeing the somewhat nervous Wang Zhao, she smiled with a hint of indulgence. Just as she was about to speak herself, she heard Wang Zhao finally say:

"The moon is exceptionally bright today. Can you accompany me to see it?"

He put his hands in his pockets.

"how?"

Butterfly has curved eyebrows.

"Okay."

In this way, the two of them walked on the road in the moonlight. In the end, Wang Zhao took Die to his house, and Die walked in naturally, smiling and showing no resistance.

The two were drinking under the moon. The scenery was beautiful and the moon was bright. As they were chatting and laughing, Die suddenly suggested dancing with them.

Then, Wang Zhao saw a lively black butterfly appear in the center of the various flower pots in the yard, singing and dancing gracefully, and its every frown and smile exuded the most beautiful scenery in the world, a priceless treasure that belonged to him alone.

The night wind blows by, causing the flowers to sway, and it seems that they are unwilling to be left behind and want to compete with the beautiful figure and fragrance for a moment of beauty.

However, at this moment, Wang Zhao's eyes could no longer accommodate any other scenery.

All I see is beauty, and my heart is like a double silk net.

It turns out that the beautiful woman is dancing lightly, making all the girls jealous.

The young man stood up unconsciously, and couldn't stop striding forward, and finally said:

"Die, I..."

……

When love is deep, it becomes like a pool of water, happening naturally.