Chapter 821: He Was Smiling At Her Mischief
No idea why, but Elvis just liked Gu ngng’s mischievous behavior. His heart was at its lightest when she was laughing guilelessly.
He kissed Gu ngng on the mouth and bit her lips as if punishing her. Elvis’ heart turned into mush as he gazed into her teary eyes, which were staring right back at him in a piteous and pleading manner.
He had surrendered, but with only one demand. “You cannot put yourself in harm’s way next ti, do you hear ?”
Gu ngng fluttered her eyelids. She knew Elvis was referring to her suddenly releasing her grip and “pretending to fall”. She laughed and smacked her lips against his neck. “Is there anywhere else on earth that is safer than being in your arms? I don’t believe that you would just let fall and not catch .”
She was obviously being mischievous but Elvis couldn’t help smiling.
The feeling of being completely subdued by her was really quite wonderful. Her smug and confident expression made Elvis feel as if a drop of moisture had dripped onto the dry ashes of his heart, nourishing his entire body and making him feel soothed all over.
Without a word, Elvis starting walking with Gu ngng in his arms.
“Where are we going?” Gu ngng asked.
“To wash my hand.” Elvis was still smiling. His earlier depression had already been completely chased away by this girl’s mischievous behavior.
Was there really no hope for him? He was clearly a powerful fifth-level beast and should possess an absolute confidence in himself as a result of his abilities. He was a perfect partner and any female with an ounce of common sense would never abandon him.
But faced with this girl, he still suffered from the fear of losing her...
He suddenly understood what she had said to him earlier, during the ti they had fallen out at the beginning of their relationship: I want to beco your partner because I love you, not because you are powerful.
He understood better now that as powerful as a male was; he was helpless in the face of love.
He knew he loved her. It was sothing he always knew.
But he still felt very happy at having concretely proved to himself just how much he loved her.
Elvis carried Gu ngng to the side of the lake. He placed her down before starting to wash his hands vigorously.
That level of vigor made Gu ngng feel that he was not just washing his hands, but was trying to scrub off a layer of skin.
This thod of washing... by the ti he was satisfied with the state of its cleanliness, probably only his bones would be left.
Gu ngng squatted beside Elvis and wet her fair hands. She then pulled Elvis’ hand over and gently and thoroughly helped him wash it.
After ensuring that every groove had been washed clean, Gu ngng kissed his hand before placing it on her own face. She smiled sweetly at him. “Alright, it’s clean now. This hand only has my scent. Sll it.”
Elvis flipped Gu ngng’s grip around so that he was now holding her hand instead. He then slled the back of his own hand, to ensure there was only her scent. Only then did he smile with satisfaction. “Yeah, very fragrant, very sweet.”
Before he had even completed his sentence, Elvis reached out and drew Gu ngng into his arms. He kissed her collarbone. “Next ti, don’t push towards anyone else, okay?”
Gu ngng smiled, wanting to say that she was your mother and not just anyone.
But Elvis didn’t give her a chance to speak. He placed her hand over the left side of his chest. “When you pushed over, it hurt right here... like a piece was being dug out.”
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