Bewitching prince my husband

Slowly raising my powerless hand, I caressed this bewitching and peerless face, I opened my mouth, and it took me a long time before I said, "It's true. No matter if it's you who are under one person or above ten thousand people, you are so high and noble; When you are still cold but sometimes gentle and smile at me, always with helpless and uncertain you──I am sincere."

So please tell me, how about you?You want a drop of sincere blood from my heart, are you also sincere?Are you the only one among thousands of people in this world?

I couldn't ask this question, so I could only stare at him with blurred eyes, afraid that he would disappear in front of me forever in the blink of an eye, so hesitant and helpless.

After hearing my words, his desperate eyes lit up instantly, and he stared at me in disbelief, as if he wanted to stare me out a few holes before he could give up.

"You know? You know everything?"

His voice trembled slightly, with disbelief as cold as thick snow.

The hand is on Yaomei's face, wandering back and forth, there is no trace of disguise, and it is not disguise, I have known this for a long time.

"I know, I really know. I knew it from... the first time I saw it." Knowing that you have no disguise, you are not him, you...it is him.

So, I'm waiting, waiting for you to confess, confess to me yourself, let me know that I didn't admit the wrong person, tell me that I didn't... love the wrong person.

But you, why are you reluctant to tell me?Even just now I was in such pain, you still refused to tell me?

I... don't deserve your trust?

The man hugged me fiercely and rubbed me vigorously, as if he wanted to rub my whole body into his body.I was in pain, and it hurt to be hugged, as if I was about to suffocate... But, I was willing to let him hug and rub me, even if I died in his arms like this, I was still willing.

But, can you, don't make me... wishful thinking?

"...w-why...didn't tell me..." Before I was suffocated, I murmured, a sentence I had been holding back from asking.

Letting go of me in panic, he anxiously asked if I was okay, scolding himself with guilt, but I just laughed.

Laughing all the time, smiling at him.

Smiling happily, this kind of smiling face, I only smile at him in the world.

"Fool." I heard the man say with helplessness, doting, and a smile, "How can there be such a fool as you in the world?"

He said it so helplessly, but so happy.

Burying her face into this broad and firm embrace, she greedily inhaled his scent.

He said: "If I don't get your sincerity, I will disappear in this world. I always thought that I am not sure whether you are sincere to me."

He said: "Even now, I still can't tell you why, I won't admit anything, and I won't promise anything until I take that drop of true blood from your heart."

He said: "If I make a mistake, the drop of blood from your heart is given to 'him' instead of to 'me', then I will really become non-existent, and there will be no me in this world."

He said: "Actually, I'm very scared. I'm afraid that what you love is 'him', not 'me'; but I'm also afraid that what you love is 'me', not 'him'."

He said: "It's really embarrassing for me to be tortured into such a cowardly and incompetent man by a little man like you."

He said: "But, who told me that I just can't control it?"

I said, "So, do you have me in your heart?"

So, he didn't say anything, just sealed it with a kiss.

I put my arms around his strong neck and responded to him without any shyness. Both of them were in a storm, no matter how much they bite, how much they hugged, how much they entangled, they couldn't get enough... It seemed that they were immersed in this kiss, hoping to grow old forever.

Just when I was in a daze, there was a stabbing pain in my chest, my mouth was released, the other party stared at my eyes, followed my sight to my chest, a small knife pierced deeply into my chest at the heart.

He stared wide-eyed in disbelief, watching the shining knife slowly ooze blood, forgetting even the pain, slowly raised his head, and met a pair of equally restless eyes.

However, these eyes no longer had the despair they had before. Instead, they were a kind of firmness, a firmness that could not be destroyed by any force.

I'm inside and find what I want.

My eyes were blurred, "...I, I love you..."

So, I believe in you too.

what about you?

As soon as my eyes were black, I couldn't hear anything, only one piece of darkness, like a whirlpool, sucked me tightly; I groped and shouted in the darkness, but no one responded to me.

I don't know how long it took, and the eyes gradually got used to the darkness, and gradually became bright. Although it was very blurry, there was light.

I started yelling again and again, and then, one after another of those memories suddenly flashed in my mind.In my memory, there is a beautiful face, sometimes as cold as ice, sometimes as tender as water... That mouth opened, and a sentence that was not very clear came into my ears:

Don't ever leave me in this lifetime──

Not leaving... I opened my eyes suddenly, and I couldn't tell which was a dream and which was real.

Looking around, I was still in my room, the bed was still a mess, and even the traces of love at night were still there, which hurt me deeply.

Clutching his head, he got out of bed, he was too indulgent last night, he couldn't even stand still, he almost fell down.Holding on to the edge of the bed, he cursed some nasty swear words in his heart.

Only after looking up did he realize that there was a naked man lying on the couch.

The pupils dilated suddenly, and regardless of whether the body could bear it or not, he crawled to the side of the couch. Only the important part of the person on the couch was covered with a white cloth, and the rest was naked; In memory, the traces I caused.

After the face became hot, it turned white again.

The small knife was inserted straight into this strong chest, deeply.

Clutching my chest, still feeling some faint pain, I suddenly pulled off the clothes, there was indeed a small opening, there was no blood, but I could see that it was a small incision mark.

Then he looked up at the motionless man on the couch, not even breathing, his chest was so calm that there was no ups and downs...

"No, no..." He shook his head in disbelief, denying that this was reality, "This, this is not true, it is not true..."

He backed away while shaking, even when he rolled to the ground, he didn't feel the pain, and kept shaking his head, desperately telling himself to deny it.