HBWnovel Chapter 89 I only like it a little bit
Chapter 89 I only like it a little bit
"I will love you, protect you, and treat the child in your womb as if it were my own...The devil is born and grows, are you willing to spend it with me?"
One sound, one sentence, like the Nanping evening bell, crashed into my ears, deafening and directly hitting my heart.
His thoughts were messed up, his heart was beating crazily in the depths of his chest, and his eardrums were full of noisy noises from the impact of blood, as fierce as a drum beating.
I never thought that anyone could promise me this.
will... love me...
Will... protect me...
Will...accept everything I have, and even treat my children as my own...
I haven't had such a strong emotion for a long time. This strange feeling grows like weeds, almost burning my whole body.
As if bewitched, I couldn't help but look into Sang Luo's eyes, his eyes were full of me...
Facing Shang Sangluo's affectionate eyes, my heart suddenly stopped beating for a moment.
I opened my mouth, turned my eyes away in a hurry, my voice was cramped, my heart was in a mess, and my mind was even more chaotic, I couldn't say anything, "I..."
"Wanwan?" Sang Luo slowly hooked my fingertips, her peach-like eyes seemed to be filled with light, soft and warm.
And his tone of voice was warmer and softer than the spring breeze, making people feel as if they had been drunk before.
"Do you want to?"
It's not that I haven't had closer contact with Sang Luo. When he performs exercises for me, we sit palm to palm, feet up.
But at this moment, after Sang Luo made such a phone call, I couldn't help but tremble slightly just by the touch of my fingertips.
Obviously... the temperature of Sang Luo's fingertips is not high, but the skin touched by him is like being licked by a prairie fire, it is astonishingly hot.
My palms clenched unconsciously, and I was still slightly sweating.
"I...you..."
Sang Luo, the Demon Venerable, is much, much better than many great powers I have seen in the cultivation world.
Sang Luogui is also the master of the Demon Realm, but he has never used his power for personal gain or bullied others.
What I see the most in the cultivation world is that the strong bully the weak, and the strong respect.
As a weak person, he deserves to be bullied by the strong, and he deserves to be controlled by the strong...
No one will lower their heads to see the desperate struggle of the weak, and no one will stop to listen to the weeping blood of the weak.
Because I am weak, all the injustices I have suffered are my own fault, and I deserve it...
Just like when I was raised as a sword master in Zetianzong for more than ten years, just like the Taoist couple contract I formed with Luo Wuchen without knowing anything about it...
No one ever asked me if I wanted to.
Although I am weak, I am as flesh and blood as all the people in the world. I will be sad when I am wronged, and I will bleed and hurt when I am injured.
so i hate!
I hate all the fueling, hate all the high hanging, and hate all the bastards who bully me and bully me.
Su Lianyi, who betrayed me and made me disfigured, crippled and unable to improve.
Su Lianyi's fanatical suitor, like a mad dog, targets my muli everywhere.
Gu Lin who was easily confused by Su Lianyi and ignored me who was in the abyss.
Also, Luo Wuchen...
At that time, I really hated them.
I wish I could drink their blood, devour their flesh, and turn them into ashes, but I have no skills, I can't kill anyone.
I can only endure, suffer, and be dragged into a deeper abyss.
Some hatreds are worn away, while some hatreds become deeper and stronger in the polishing of time.
Mu Li has bullied me, but he has also helped me. I hate him and I am grateful to him.
As for Su Lianyi, I not only hate him, but also think that he is so scheming and terrifying.
As for Gu Lin, I don't hate him anymore.
I hated him in the past because he was my senior brother but always favored Su Lianyi, and even chose Su Lianyi when I was on the verge of life and death.
But later I found out that I was never Luo Wuchen's disciple, and Gu Lin would naturally not be my senior brother.
That being the case, Gu Lin never took care of my reasons for favoritism.
I naturally have no reason to hate him anymore.
I don't hate him, but I won't forgive him either.
……
But Sang Luo is different.
And Sang Luo has always been so gentle in front of me, always respecting my wishes.
Whether it is to teach me the way of cultivating the demons, or to invite me to live in the demon palace... just like now, when he said he likes me and wants to be with me, he also asked me if I would like to, and never forced me .
No one can refuse such a gentle Sangluo, right? …
My face was flushed, I was at a loss, my lips turned white, "I...I naturally..."
Suddenly, I felt something in my belly suddenly push. The movement was neither light nor heavy, but it was enough to wake me up from the ecstasy.
"What's the matter? The little guy is messing with you again?" Sang Luo's voice was the most gentle and affectionate, and he would naturally feel close and pampered when talking to anyone.
I gently stroked the increasingly round abdomen with my hand, and just mentioning it in words, my heart could be filled with infinite tenderness, "No, the baby is very good."
I'm used to the fetal movement, and before I can react, my hands are subconsciously caressing the swollen abdomen.
Unknowingly, the baby in my womb is already seven months old. It’s not particularly small, but it’s really not big. It’s round and round, like hiding a small watermelon. Sometimes, it will have its small hands to hold me Say hello across the belly.
"The little guy is quite energetic. I...would worry about not being able to take care of him before." Sang Luo's eyes were gentle, and the moonlight would be a little softer when reflected in his eyes. "Fortunately, you didn't feel wronged with me."
I stared blankly at Sang Luo, at this moment, I suddenly realized that I am still pregnant with a child, and the father of this child is not Sang Luo.
If I agreed to Sang Luo, wouldn't I have wronged him?
As good as he is, he deserves better.
The wavering thoughts in my heart slowly turned in a certain direction.
"I'm sorry..." I bit my lip, "I, I'm not ready...to prepare..."
"It doesn't matter. I didn't mean to repay you by saying this to you. I am naturally happy if I am willing to accept me in the evening. It doesn't matter if I refuse."
Sang Luo spoke softly, stroked my hair lightly, looked at me with a smile on his face, "What we were in the past, will be what we will be in the future."
Hearing what Sang Luo said, my body and mind involuntarily relaxed a bit, and my heart was full of emotions, most of which were moved.
"I like you. It's my own initiative. How can I ask you to like me too? That's too overbearing."
Sang Luo's eyes were soft, "I won't ask you like this, it's not fair."
"But... but in this way, haven't I failed you?"
"How can this be your fault?"
"I like you, it's my own business, if you also happen to like me, it's my luck, if you don't like me, it's just one of thousands of possibilities."
"Since I like you, I will naturally accept that you don't like me."
"...It's my fault, I'm embarrassing you." The smile on Sang Luo's face faded, "It's just Wan Wan... I really like you."
"Wanwan, my eyes say I like you, so when I look at you, I will show love."
"My tongue loves you, that's why I speak love words to you."
"Like...you can't hide it."
"I like you, there is no need to hide it."
My face suddenly turned red, my tongue was completely knotted, my heart was running around in my chest, and I was bumping everywhere, "Why are you so good at talking about love...have you told others many times? "
"I'm telling the truth." Sang Luo was stunned for a moment, then his handsome face wrinkled slightly, his expression aggrieved, "Wan Wan thinks I'm one of those sweet talkers?"
"I have lived for so long, this is the first time I like someone, what to say, what to do, I have no experience at all, and I am guided by instinct."
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew low, blowing the flowers and branches of a tree in the courtyard trembling.
But at this moment, only Sang Luo's voice and... the sound of my heart beating wildly in my chest remained in my ears.
"Wanwan," Sang Luo's eyes were full of concern for gain and loss, "You are only 19 years old, so young...will you..."
"Do you think I'm too old?"
I was surprised, how could he be worried about this, then I reacted, shook my head and said: "No."
The demons have an extremely long lifespan. If things go well, it is not uncommon for them to live for thousands of years, not to mention that Sang Luo has the cultivation base of crossing the catastrophe.
That is to say, when a human monk builds a foundation, he can enjoy [-] lifespans. After forming an alchemy, his lifespan will increase by another [-] yuan. If he conceives a baby, his lifespan will increase by another [-] yuans.
"That night..." Sang Luo lowered her voice, and there was a gentle light in her eyes.
I had a weird feeling, as if my name was held between his teeth... My ears couldn't help but feel hot.
He also said that it was the first time he was tempted, obviously so skilled...
I bit my lip, looked at him in embarrassment, and whispered softly like a mosquito: "What?"
"You to me," Sang Luo picked up the petals that fell on the table, carefully gathered them together, and folded them into a small pile that wasn't too thick, and asked softly, "Do you... like a little?"
My face was completely red, and under his earnest gaze, I was like a mortal who was bewitched by the spirit, and I nodded slowly.
Seeing me nodding, the smile on Sang Luo's face became brighter and clearer.
"Then I'm not being let down."
"Thank you Wanwan, I am willing..." Sang Luo's eyes were shining, she smiled at me, and whispered tenderly: "I like me."
My face was steaming, "You, what are you, I didn't, I, I..."
I faltered, babbled, hesitated, and finally chose to give up on myself.
"Okay, I like you a little bit."
"You're so nice, who wouldn't like you." I insisted.
"But," I tried to regain some sobriety for myself, so that I wouldn't be so messed up like a kid, "I just like a little bit, nothing more."
And from the beginning to the end, Sang Luo only looked at me with a smile, like silent connivance.
I didn't have any dissatisfaction with Sang Luo at first, but when my mind calmed down a bit, I became awkward again, only feeling that I was just making trouble for no reason.
So, I calmly put the petals that were scattered by the wind together again, and secretly added a little to it.
Sang Luo put the pile of petals into his palm one by one, as carefully as if putting away some precious treasure.
As if aware of my confusion, he raised his head and smiled at me, "I will continue to work hard, work hard...to make you like me more."
At this time, whether it is true or not, I did think about trying to accept it...
Unfortunately, things always backfire.