C12 I Am Not Daji(11)

Outside the window, the night sky was filled with black stars and fireflies. It was dazzling but short-lived. Ou Ruoli stretched out his hand, and a Firefly fluttered its wings and landed quietly on Ou Ruoli's palm. The sparkling light reflected on Ou Ruoli's peach blossom fairy-like face, making him look exceptionally tranquil and beautiful.

King Zhou blinked open his eyes, as if guided by light. The first thing he saw was the person leaning against the window, staring blankly at the fireflies.

King Zhou did not dare to blink, breathe, or even make a sound. He did not know who this person was, and he was not sure if it was his Ruoli. If it was his Ruoli, what would he do now? What would he do if his body got dirty? Would the pure land in his heart be considered clean?

At this moment, King Zhou was like a child who had done something wrong. He was at a loss and helpless. He had used the method of destroying himself to attract love, and now that the person he wanted to attract had finally come, his heart was in a state of panic. Had he done something wrong? If he continued to be diligent and love his people, would his Ruoli also come at this time? Had he not waited long enough, had he not been sincere enough?

Could it be that this was just a test, and he had failed?

King Zhou's breathing was weak as he quietly looked at the beautiful young man in front of him.

She had a straight, straight nose, rosy lips, and watery eyes, bright and gentle. There was a mole at the corner of her left eye.

Ruoli, who wanted to look at him quietly, would never wake up from his dream. In his dream, his Ruoli would always be with him. Thinking about this, the corner of King Zhou's mouth curled up slightly. Wasn't happiness that simple? The person you like happens to like you, and the person you like happens to be by your side.

He didn't want to miss it anymore. A glance of longing for ten thousand years, a day of longing for three years, they were all demons that devoured people's souls. He had had enough of waiting. He didn't want to become a demon, but he was also a demon.

Contradictory, fearful, heart-wrenching. He felt a lump in his chest that made him cough.

Fearing that he would disturb Ruoli, King Zhou quickly covered his mouth with his hands, but he still could not stop the sound from spreading.

King Zhou carefully raised his head and looked nervously at the person who had turned around to look at him.

His hands and feet were so tense that he did not know what to do with them, and then he thought of his own pale face, and suddenly he lost all confidence in himself.

There was a kind of beauty called the quiet moon. It was so beautiful that it could calm one's soul and make one's body and mind happy. His Ruoli had said that he was a noble fox and could not be compared to the foxes of the mortal world.

Thus, his Ruoli was special, just like his little fox.

"What's wrong? Why are you coughing so much?"

Ou Ruoli was originally staring at the fireflies in a daze, recalling the short but happy days and nights between him and King Zhou. Suddenly, he heard the sound of King Zhou's coughing on the bed. He turned his head and saw King Zhou's crying and smiling expression. He probably felt uncomfortable coughing, so he picked up the teacup on the table and walked over.

"Why aren't you talking? Where are you feeling uncomfortable?" Ou Ruoli asked softly as he placed his teacup on the small table by the bed. He then helped King Zhou catch his breath, thinking that it would be more comfortable this way.

"Are you Ruoli?" King Zhou did not answer Ou Ruoli's question, but waited expectantly for the answer he had been waiting for.

"Yes, I'm Ruoli."

"Why did you only come to see me now?" King Zhou's voice was choked with sobs and trembling slightly, filled with nervousness and excitement.

"I just found the time. I've been cultivating in the mountains all this time. I was injured a while ago and couldn't make it in time, so I came late."

Ou Ruoli did not lie. He had always been injured this year. If he wasn't going through a tribulation, he would be killed. It was as if the heavens were willful and wanted to hinder them.

When King Zhou heard this answer, his heart skipped a beat. It turned out that it really wasn't that he didn't want him anymore, but that he couldn't come because he was injured due to the circumstances. It wasn't that he had forgotten about him.

Then what should he do now? He had misunderstood him. What should he do? What about the women in the harem? He could not hide it at all. If the outside world knew that he doted on Daji, then did Ruoli know as well? Was it because he knew that he leaned against the window frame in grief? Was it because he knew that she looked at him with such a sad gaze?

In fact, the way Ou Ruoli looked at him was very gentle, not sad at all. All of this was because of the pressure in King Zhou's heart. If he was too afraid, his subconscious would choose to avoid him.

Ou Ruoli looked at King Zhou's panicked expression and did not feel good either. After all, he was the one who broke the contract and came late. Although he did not know why King Zhou was so nervous, he could tell that King Zhou still missed him.

King Zhou smiled bitterly and leaned weakly on Ou Ruoli's thin shoulder. "I thought you forgot."

"No."

"I've waited for you for ten years." However, he still made a mistake in the end. Ten years ago, when I met you, I thought that God had blessed me. I was a prince, but no one loved me, and no one was lonely, so I sent a beautiful fairy to save me. You gave me ten years, but you didn't come, and I thought I was going to be alone again.

"Well, I'm late, but is it my fault?"

"No." I don't blame you. I am lucky that you came, and lucky that you came to see me. If you didn't even look back at me, I don't know what I would have become. I don't know if you would have come to see me after I killed everyone in the world.

"Good. I was afraid you'd blame me for being late." Perhaps it was because he had put down some sort of burden, but Ou Ruoli's eyes were filled with a smile. King Zhou could see himself in those smiling eyes and felt that this might not be a dream.

"I want to touch you."

King Zhou wanted to confirm whether this was a dream or not. He wanted to touch him and hug him to sleep. Even if this was a dream, he wanted to hug him again.

"Hmm?"

"I just miss my childhood. I want to hug you to sleep."

King Zhou's eyes were just like those of his childhood, pure and bright. The desire in his eyes was just like hugging each other to sleep.

Ou Ruoli took off his outer robe, lifted the blanket, and burrowed into King Zhou's arms like he did when he was young.

"Stop touching me. Since you want to hug me to sleep, then sleep well."

King Zhou's eyes were filled with joy. After all, he was too tired from his illness. He slowly closed his eyes and the two of them hugged each other to sleep.