Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 429 The Story of the Guardian God (24)

Jira:! ! !
"Asmodeus, I take back what I just said—"

She struggled and pushed him, "I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong—"

"You also have a gift, I have prepared a gift for you—"

The man paused, raised his eyes, and stared at her quietly.

Seeing him stop, Ji La breathed a sigh of relief.
She hesitated for a moment, pointed to the place where she hid the cabinet, and said,
"Your gift. There."

She prepared gifts for both him and Crossel, but she finished Crossel's first, and his was only half finished.

So she thought, give it to Crossel first, and then give it to him.

The man stared at her without saying a word.

The body as heavy as a stone was completely pressed on her body,
Jira could feel a change somewhere in his body.

She blushed slightly, whispered,

"Dear Asmodeus, I'm sorry, I'm only halfway through your gift now."

"If you want to watch it now, I can bring it to you."

She paused and added,

"Because it is still a semi-finished product, it may be a bit ugly, I hope you don't mind."

The anger in the man's eyes seemed to subside a little.

"Really, ready for me?"

Jira nodded.

Both he and Crossel are her lovers, so she naturally won't favor one over the other.

"Dear Asmodeus, the handkerchief that belongs to you has a dragon pattern on it, but my hands are a little clumsy and the embroidery is not good-looking, so I have been redoing it."

"If time permits, you may receive my gift in two days."

Ji La thought for a while, afraid that he would not believe it, she pushed him away, then crawled to the side of the bed, and found her small cabinet.

"Look, it's yours."

She handed the soft handkerchief in front of him,
She was right, there were still many long threads attached to the handkerchief, and the pattern on it only showed a very rough dragon shape,
The name is still Ji La's name, except for the different pattern, it is exactly the same as the one given to Crossel.
The man looked at it quietly for two seconds, and then his eyes were on Ji La again.

Poor little princess, her dress is all torn,
The shoulder straps fell off, only hanging on the waist,
She has been clutching the remaining fabric on her chest, explaining to him,

Even though she was almost insulted, she still didn't cry,

A strong beauty indeed.

Asmodeus took the handkerchief, looked at it, and said slowly,

"Sorry, I misunderstood you."

"Damn me, I just disregarded your wishes and offended you."

Jira sighed.

"It's all right, Asmodeus dear, as long as you don't get angry."

She looked down at her tattered skirt, stood up helplessly, and planned to change another one.

His mark was also inevitably left on the neck, which was red and a little too obvious.

"Dear Asmodeus,"

She changed her dress again, then looked in the mirror, and called him,

"My hair is messed up, can you help me rearrange it?"

She changed into a light blue sparkling narcissus dress. The flowing gauze skirt looked like a dancing butterfly, and it was extraordinarily light under the fine sunlight.

The slender ankles stood slightly on the carpet, like white jade, unbelievably delicate.

Standing side by side with the man walking slowly, she is more like a beautiful elf in a fairy tale, beautiful and clean.

Asmodeus looked at her, eyes darkened,

The Adam's apple rolled slightly, as if suppressing something.

(End of this chapter)