His Royal Highness the evildoer came to the door

Chapter 483 Growing Old With You

"Xiao Yan'er, I'm very tired, let me sleep for a while."

Feng Feili spoke softly, holding her body tightly and not letting go, but half-closed her eyes, drowsiness gradually hit her, and she was a little tired.

"Hey, let me go if you want to sleep."

Lan Xiyan had no choice but to push him, only to find that he was already asleep.

Stretching out her hand and breaking his hand off his waist, Lan Xiyan bent down to take off his shoes, then supported his body on the bed, and gently covered him with the quilt.

There was some numbness in the hands and feet, and although the pain was gone, Lan Xiyan still felt a little sleepy.

After pulling the quilt, she also lay on the bed, ready to go to sleep.

As soon as she lay down under the quilt, Feng Feili suddenly rolled over and reached out to hug Lan Xiyan in her arms.

Her body froze, Lan Xiyan didn't expect that he would hug her suddenly, her face flushed quickly, her body tensed, a little embarrassed.

Looking at the face close at hand, and opening her eyes to look at him, Lan Xiyan observed Feng Feili carefully, but her heart was a little excited.

She has seen him smiling, angry, and evil, but she seems to have never seen him sleeping.

He is the demon king, aloof, worshiped by thousands of demons, standing above everyone, unattainable, he can only stand and watch from a distance forever.

In fact, when he fell asleep, he was just like an ordinary person.

Smile when you are happy, and frown when you are unhappy.

With his eyes closed, he was in a deep sleep, and his long eyelashes covered him, casting a faint silhouette on his face.

His thin lips were slightly pursed, his skin was like jade, and a golden lightning mark on his forehead made his face more and more beautiful. His hair flowed like a waterfall. Although it was silvery white, it had a special beauty and was charming and seductive.

Leaning gently in his arms, Lan Xiyan stretched out her hand to hold his palm, feeling the warmth from his palm.

"Xiao Yan'er, don't go, don't leave me."

At this moment, Feng Feili, who was sleeping, suddenly began to rave in a low voice, feeling a little agitated, and thin beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"I'm here, I'm not going anywhere."

Holding his hand tightly to let him feel her presence, Lan Xiyan spoke softly, stretched out her arms to hug his waist, and let herself get closer to him.

Fool, how could I leave easily, unless you don't want me anymore.

With a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, Lan Xiyan hugged him tightly, then closed her eyes, and began to prepare for a rest.

She thought of a song, "The Most Romantic Thing"

The most romantic thing I can think of is growing old with you.

The happiest thing is that two people hold hands and grow old together.Grow old together, sit in a rocking chair and recall the past, counting those happy times.

She doesn't know how much life she has left, whether she will grow old and her face will fade.

But as long as she can be by his side for a day, she will accompany him well, try to live every day well, and cherish every moment.

Sleepiness gradually struck, Lan Xiyan curled up in Feng Feili's arms, and gradually fell asleep.

When they fell asleep, the two of them were still leaning on each other, with a faint smile on the corner of their mouths, happy and satisfied.

Will you not want me?

No, I will always be with you.

If you don't want me anymore, then I will choose to leave and leave you forever.From then on, we are so close to each other, we will never miss each other.

Remember those vows?No one knows the future, and no one can predict the future.

It can only be said that everything came too fast!
(End of this chapter)