Chapter 429 The Story of the Guardian God (24)
Jira:! !
"Asmodeus, I take back what I just said—"
She struggled, pushing him, "I was wrong I was wrong I was—"
"You also have a gift, I have prepared a gift for you—"
The man paused, raised his eyes, and stared at her quietly.
Ji La heaved a sigh of relief seeing him stop,
She hesitated for a moment, pointed to the place where she hid the cabinet, and said,
"Your present. There."
She prepared presents 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 is completely pressed on her body,
Jira could feel a change somewhere in his body.
She blushed slightly, whispered,
"Dear Asmodeus, I'm sorry, I've only finished half of your gift now."
"If you want to watch it now, I can get 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 calm down a bit.
"Really, prepared 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."
"Look, this is yours."
She handed the soft handkerchief in front of him,
She was right, there were many long threads attached to the handkerchief, and the pattern on it only showed a very rough dragon shape,
The name is still Jira's name, except for the different pattern, it is exactly the same as the one given to Crossel.
The man watched silently for two seconds, and then his eyes were on Ji La again.
Poor little princess, her dress is torn,
The shoulder straps fell off and only hung 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,
She is really a strong beauty.
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 okay, dear Asmodeus, as long as you don't get angry."
She looked down at her tattered skirt, stood up helplessly, and planned to change into another one.
His mark was 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 crystal narcissus skirt. 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, incredibly 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, his eyes dim,
Adam's apple rolled slightly, as if suppressing something.
(end of this chapter)