"Even the Demon King has decided not to condone him anymore," Hu Lanyi said indifferently. "Lock him in the dungeon. As long as Haoran doesn't wake up, let him suffer a punishment every day!"
She looked coldly at Hu Jiuling, "So you'd better pray that Haoran wakes up in time. Otherwise, I'll personally take your life."
Hu Jiuling lowered his head.
No one could see his expression clearly.
The scene slowly began to blur, beyond the mist of memory, Ye Wu could only see his stubbornly upright back.
This memory... has ended.
Ye Wu was expelled from Hu Jiuling's labyrinth of memories.
She came to her senses to find Hu Jiuling quietly asleep in her arms.
This soul of his is defiant, bristling all over.
But this... seems more like a form of self-protection.
Now he's let down all his defenses, lying there quietly, surprisingly adorable.
He should rarely sleep this well, even if the reason is due to alcohol, Ye Wu didn't want to wake him.
She leaned against the bedhead, bored.
