Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 281

Chapter 281: His answer (3)

Translator: Misty Cloud Translations  Editor: Misty Cloud Translations

“You didn't sleep an entire night and this morning, your training was doubled so you should be feeling tired.” Di Mo Xuan flipped himself down from the bed and his purple robe flew, flas.h.i.+ng the residue of a gorgeous image.

That magnificent face didn't reveal any signs of unnaturalness.

As though helping Ye Qing Luo to wash her clothing was a natural thing to do.

Taking a few steps, Di Mo Xuan had already stopped right in front of Ye Qing Luo.

That sandalwood scent which a.s.sailed the nostrils almost bewitched Ye Qing Luo.

“You…..” Ye Qing Luo's pupils were radiating with light as her heart papillated severely.

He was worried about her being too tired so he helped her to wash her clothes?

Had he done…. such things in the past too?

For him to wash her clothes, did that represent that he already had an answer in his heart?

Her words, could not be completed.

Ye Qing Luo's body suddenly leaned forward and she fell totally into Di Mo Xuan's embrace.

Next second, the man's arm held tightly around her waist.

“Little Luo'er, the question you asked me this morning, I've thought about it for a long time….” Di Mo Xuan's deep and hoa.r.s.e voice rang by the side of her ear.

Long?

This was also considered as long?

This concerned both of their futures, and even a once in a lifetime event so even if he took a few days or even months was considered normal.

Di Mo Xuan's arms tightened slightly and his scorching breathe was almost plastered onto Ye Qing Luo's neck.

“Considering past causes and future effects, I think I should just abide by the first thinking that I had in my heart.” In terms of love, he didn't know how to take corners, neither did he needed to do so.

If this sort of question were to drag on for too long, then it would only make the other party's imagination run wild.

“Little Luo'er, I don't know what is called like or how it is to love a person.” Di Mo Xuan squinted his peach blossom watery eyes as his voice was filled with enchantment, so deep that it was enough to make one bewitched.

His five fingers caught Ye Qing Luo's little hand and forcefully found its way in between her fingers, their ten fingers holding tightly together.

Ye Qing Luo's heart was pulsating furiously as her breathing became hasty.

Di Mo Xuan's words, she faintly understood the meaning behind it.

Her pink lips trembled, and her voice turned dry with some senses of anxiousness, “I… also don't know this kind of feeling.”

Exactly because she didn't know, so when she faced Di Mo Xuan, that heart beating wildly had increased the speed in reflex.

Exactly because she didn't know, when she became accustomed to Di Mo Xuan's hugging, caressing and kissing, even falling into deep sleep beside him, that kind of ambiguous feeling started to acc.u.mulate bit by bit.

Ye Qing Luo was not a draggy person.

Even towards feelings, it was the same.

She had lived for two lifetimes and had never experienced this sort of ***** it was all spent in countless nights of foul winds and b.l.o.o.d.y rain, with endless killing.

But after all, she was a lady.

Towards this mysterious and unfathomable man, so powerful to the point of being able to destroy the heavens and earth with a flick of his fingers, it was without any doubt that Ye Qing Luo's heart was aroused.

“So, your answer?” Ye Qing Luo raised her head up.

The man's s.h.i.+ny lower jaw came into her view.

That peerlessly glamourous face appeared a hesitant look.

His brows were slightly creased showing his apprehensiveness.

It was obvious that Di mo Xuan was anxious.

Discovering this, Ye Qing Luo's brows flowed a slight tinge of gentleness.

Her eyes were filled with smiles as her flawless beauty became even more alluring and soft.

“Di mo Xuan, tell me your answer.” She opened her mouth once again, in between her enchanting eyes, it was filled with glints of ridicule and teasing.

She stretched out her hand and wrapped it around Di Mo Xuan's neck while the other hands fingers followed the contours of his brows.

Di Mo Xuan's lips arced slightly and his black like ink pupils reflected Ye Qing Luo's face.

She was sweet and charming and totally unique.

Everything fell into his eyes to display a most beautiful painting scroll.

As though being reeled in, Di Mo Xuan stooped over and placed his lips on those slightly curled alluring pink lips.