Chapter 45: Eternal Love
"So, the problem you think is not a problem at all? Why don't you consider me? Or, don't you like me? But you don't hate me, do you?"

Ling Xi was overwhelmed by the questions that came one after another.

Donghua took his hand away from Ling Xi's chin, and his palm moved down along her graceful back to her slender waist. He grasped her slender waist and pressed it into his arms, stroking her waist gently. His fingers caressed her skin through the red brocade clothes, causing her to shudder.

Ling Xi's body trembled slightly, and her red ears had already betrayed her mood.

She looked up and met Donghua's eyes.

The two looked at each other. Donghua could see the barely visible pores on her face, which was as pink and soft as a peeled lychee.

His eyes were so presumptuous that Ling Xi trembled slightly, her eyelashes quivering unnaturally. She put her hands on his chest, weakly resisting his approach.

Ling Xi: "So what, Emperor, just because I don't hate you doesn't mean I have to like you, umm"

Ling Xi was forced to stop talking before she could finish her words, as she felt the warmth of another person on her lips.

The soft lips poured over her, drowning her like a raging wave, and the hot breath enveloped her completely, swallowing up all the sounds.

Domineering, fierce, and hard to resist.

This is how Ling Xi feels. Just like an emperor, his kiss is hard to refuse.

The Emperor's body was cold, but his lips were soft and warm, and the kiss was hot and intense.

The hand that Donghua had placed on Ling Xi's back also slid down and rested on her waist. His two hands were like iron barrels, firmly grasping Ling Xi's waist and pressing her hard against the door panel, trapping her petite body in his arms, making her unable to move and only able to accept everything he gave her.

The man held the woman in his arms. His tall body completely blocked her figure. Only her fair, slender arms around his neck revealed her presence.

The room was very quiet, with only the sound of rapid breathing and the woman's soft moans.

When Donghua let go of Ling Xi, Ling Xi was almost out of breath.

As soon as she felt the freedom to breathe, she was like a fish in water, breathing in the air eagerly.

Donghua found it interesting and asked with a smile in a good mood, "Why can't you breathe?"

Ling Xi glared at Donghua fiercely, her eyes were watery, the corners of her eyes were stained with a hint of red, her eyes were moving and shining, making the restlessness in Donghua's chest, which had not yet dissipated, become hot again.

He suppressed the rolling of his throat, held her waist with one hand, placed the other hand behind Ling Xi's head, and held her in his arms.

Ling Xi leaned her face against Donghua's chest, calming her rapid breathing and the heart that was about to beat out of her chest.

Ling Xi could clearly smell the faint scent of bellflower on Donghua's body. It was his unique scent, pure and holy.

The ambiguous and heart-pounding atmosphere gradually dissipated, and the room became quiet and peaceful.

After a long time, Ling Xi stretched out his hands slightly, trying to get out of Donghua's confinement.

Donghua let her go, lowered his head, and looked at Ling Xi, his eyes bright and gentle, his voice mellow and deep: "You still say you don't like me? Huh? Then why did you respond to me just now?"

Ling Xi was too shy to speak.

"Don't say anything." Donghua looked at her with amusement and said teasingly, "Then I'm going to kiss you again."

Ling Xi looked at him and said, "Emperor, you are so shameless
Ling Xi didn't finish her words, but Donghua could tell from her face what she wanted to express.

Shameless? This word is quite good. If being shameless can get you a wife, then you don’t have to care about your face any more.

"For you, I can lose my face."

Ling Xi: “.”

This is the first time I've heard someone use the word shameless in such a high-sounding way.

Donghua had an ambiguous smile on his face and continued, "Or maybe you want me to make it a done deal. If you think so, I don't feel wronged, but I'm afraid of you..."

Ling Xi covered Donghua's mouth to stop him from speaking any further.

"Don't you dare say that again."

Ling Xi looked at him angrily with red ears.

Donghua asked: "Do you like me or not?"

After living for so many years, this was the first time Donghua expressed his feelings to a woman, but he was like a young boy, eager to know her answer.

Ling Xi didn't say anything, but took the initiative to wrap her arms around Donghua's strong waist, buried her head in his chest, and hugged him.

"Ah."

The "hmm" was not clear, but Donghua heard it clearly. Donghua felt that his whole heart was soaked in honey water, and it was sweet.

It turns out that getting a response from the one you love is such a pleasant thing.

Donghua said in a domineering voice, with a firmness that would not tolerate rejection: "Then you are not allowed to regret it."

Ling Xi shook his head: "No regrets."

Ling Xi hugged Donghua, feeling relieved.

She didn't want to run away any more. She had been avoiding him for 50,000 years and had met many outstanding men, but none of them made her want to rely on them.

Donghua is the first and only person in the world who gives her this feeling.

Being close to him and staying with him, no matter what she did, fishing or reading, she always had a sense of dependence on him in her heart.

She admitted that she liked him.

She had never experienced what the relationship between men and women was like, but at this moment, she was very happy.

Once you fall in love, it's hard to avoid it.

After tens of thousands of years of living together, Donghua had already woven a web around her that she could not escape or avoid.

Donghua picked up Ling Xi easily, then walked to the table, sat down, and held Ling Xi on his lap.

The two of them were pressed against each other through their clothes, their hearts beating rapidly as they got closer and closer.

Ling Xi grabbed Donghua nervously, with surprise on her face: "Emperor, what are you doing?"

Donghua pinched Ling Xi's waist and lowered his head to find her lips. He kissed her continuously. His breathing was heavy and he was filled with an inexplicable desire: "Kiss you. You have been hiding from me for so long. It's not too much for me to ask for some interest."

Ling Xi: "You um."

This kiss was more intense than the previous one. The hands behind her restrained her and did not let her escape. They were so intimate and supportive, as if they wanted to rub each other into each other's bodies.

Ling Xi tried hard to stretch out her hand, but Donghua grabbed it. He then pressed her hand on the back of his neck and held her tightly in his arms.

Tears appeared in Ling Xi's eyes, and he breathed rapidly to try to regain his senses, but in the next moment, he was swept away by the wave of intense emotions and finally drowned in it.

The consequence of indulging Donghua was that Ling Xi looked at her swollen lips in the mirror and looked at Donghua beside her with resentment.

Donghua touched his nose guiltily. It wasn't his fault. It was just that she was too beautiful and he couldn't stop.

What was even more outrageous happened at night. Ling Xi looked at the man who appeared on her bed uninvited and gritted her teeth.

Donghua was lying lazily on the bed, holding a book in his hands.

He was wearing pure white pajamas with the belt tied loosely and crookedly, revealing his fair and delicate collarbone and smooth and well-defined chest. He looked like a seductive male vixen.

This relaxed and comfortable look, as if he were the owner of the house, made Ling Xi feel that this room was Donghua's, not hers.

Looking at Ling Xi's eyes that were about to burst into anger, Donghua promised: "I promise not to do anything and just sleep."

Ling Xi gritted her teeth and said, "Then Emperor, can't you go back to your room and sleep?"

Donghua acted like a scoundrel: "If you don't go, I will sleep with you."

Ling Xi was helpless, she couldn't kick him out, and besides, she couldn't drive him away even if she tried.

Ling Xi tied her belt tightly and looked at Donghua and said, "Remember, you can only sleep."

Donghua looked at the red mark on Ling Xi's neck left by his loss of control in the afternoon, and nodded hesitantly.

Ling Xi slowly got on the bed and tucked herself in at the outermost position, occupying only one-fifth of the bed.

She closed her eyes. Her mood was too volatile today, and Ling Xi fell asleep in a short while.

Seeing that Ling Xi fell asleep, Donghua put down the book in his hand and moved to her side.

He stood up and carried her from the edge of the bed to the middle of the bed.

Under the soft light of the night pearls, Ling Xi's face, as white as jade, appeared even more delicate. Even without makeup, she was already beautiful enough.

Donghua looked at her for a while, finally kissed her gently on the forehead, and then fell asleep contentedly holding her in his arms.

Donghua: Since I have a wife around, of course I have to hug her soft body to sleep.

(End of this chapter)