The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Nangong Yu suddenly let go and whispered: "Xi'er, close your eyes, I want to give you a second gift."

Su Xi looked at him with a tilted head and a smile, his eyes closed with curiosity.

The ear seemed to hear the light wind, and the warm touch fluttered in the ear, as if touching the most precious baby.

Suxi shrunk her neck in anticipation of itching, and heard a soft voice from Nangong Yu's ear. "Xi'er, well, open your eyes."

As soon as he opened his eyes, Suxi was stunned, and even closed his eyes because of conditioned reflex, and then slowly opened.

The destination is a beautiful valley like a fairyland.

The green grassland spreads at your feet, and there are flowers dotted everywhere, blooming brilliantly.

The dark night sky was suddenly covered with a few stars, and a bright moon, and this side of the valley was like a daylight, but with the privacy and tranquility unique to the night.

Suxi took a slight breath and looked around.

I saw the lake that was just gloomy and cold at this time.

Colorful butterflies incited wings to fly in the air, drawing a colorful trajectory with fluorescence.

In front of the lake, there are endless waterfalls, water splashes, and crystal water droplets are scattered in the air, as if the stars in the sky have been picked off and ground into pieces.

Some people say that the person who loves you is willing to do everything for you, even if you pick the stars and month by month.

Suxi used to think that this was a hypocritical joke, but at this moment, she felt so real.

Everything in front of me was like a beautiful dream, but this dream was made by Nangong Yu who worked hard and carefully woven it for her. Every grass and every light contained Nang Yu feeling.

She looked at Nangong Yu, and her eyes slowly became hot and humid.

Wen Yajunyi with a smile on Nangong Yu's face, but the tension in her eyes betrayed him, "Xi'er, do you like it?"

For this day, he had not fallen asleep for several nights, fearing that something would be messed up.

Puxi nodded and said softly, "I like it."

No girl would dislike such a romantic and beautiful dream, especially this dream is woven by the beloved.

Nangong Yu took a deep breath, and then under the starry night and the moon, in the beautiful valley surrounded by butterflies and streamers, she bent on one knee and slowly knelt down.

The evening wind gently blew the man's blackened silky hair, revealing his flawless face.

Such a man who should have fascinated thousands of girls, kneeled stiffly in front of him at this time, his hands sweating, but he steadily raised a crystal clear ring.

"Xi Yue, are you willing to marry me? Would you like to be my wife of Nangong Yu, to live forever, not to be separated from me?"

propose!

This is a bridge that will appear in many romance dramas. Even if Suxi doesn't touch these, it is impossible to know.

She thought that she did not care about these forms; she thought that if a man proposed to her one day, she would sneer or even boring.

However, this is not the case.

Tears flooded her eyes as if uncontrolled, soaking the corners of her brows.

For the first time, Suxi knew what it means to cry for joy, and what is happiness and emotion that even the soul will tremble.

Nangong Yu saw her tears, and there was a moment of panic on her face, just not waiting for him to speak. Suxi had stepped forward, holding Nang Yu's hand holding the ring, and said dumbly: "I will!"