'Warrior, do you remember your promise to us? You promised to rescue the princess and break the evil witch's curse, but now you've forgotten everything. Liars must swallow a thousand silver needles.'
'Warrior, you must guard your unique and unparalleled sincerity, and wait patiently for midnight. The wicked witch will be defeated, and in the dawn's sunlight, the princess will awaken in her crystal coffin. You will be the greatest hero.'
Yan Li didn't know how long she had slept, but her mind was extremely clear and she wasn't sleepy at all.
Because she was woken up by fright.
Who can understand how those colorful, cute, and amiable furry balls have all turned evil?
They were like lumps of coal, their fur all over their bodies looked like it was knotted up, and they were filthy, as if they had rolled around in the mud.
He kept repeating those two sentences while chasing her all over the house.
Later it even became:
'Warrior, is this your heart?'
'Warrior, how can your heart be black?'
'Warrior, a black heart can't save the princess. Why don't we help you cleanse your heart?'
"Wash it; it'll still be usable after washing."
Then they pressed down on her all at once, and she was like a monkey trapped under the Five Elements Mountain, unable to move.
What a heartless bastard! If she broke any heavenly laws, she should at least die knowing the truth!
However, no matter how much she struggled, those black lumps pressed down on her, making it hard for her to breathe. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself lying in that crystal coffin once more.
She was even held tightly in Wen Ze's arms like a giant doll, with most of his body draped over her.
This time, she was no longer flustered like before. She calmly removed the hand that was wrapped around her waist and then turned to her side.
She huddled up, staring intently at Wen Ze, who lay motionless.
How can someone lie there like a corpse?
So peaceful.
This will be the greatest masterpiece in the world; he will have the most unique appearance and the most robust physique.
His hair was as fluffy as seaweed, his eyes as deep as the ocean, his nose was high and straight, his thin lips were bright red and luscious, like a red rose with morning dew, and his jawline was as sharp as if it were carved with a knife, his features were distinct, and no one could find a single flaw in him.
Everyone who has seen him is irresistibly moved and offers their most devout souls to him.
Are there really people in the world who are so similar?
Apart from their eyes and hair color, their facial features are clearly cut from the same mold.
Yan Li looked at those closed fox eyes and reached out his hand somewhat uncontrollably, trembling slightly. But he came to his senses just before touching the fox's eyebrows and eyes and immediately withdrew his hand.
Why did she act like she'd lost her mind just now?
I even had the strange feeling of wanting to touch it and then kiss it hard.
She shook her head quickly.
This is her beginner's mission, she absolutely cannot fail!
Yan Li had already decided in her heart that Wen Ze was the 'witch' who had bewitched the warrior.
She always felt that gender shouldn't be so rigidly defined.
Wen Ze, who had already woken up but was pretending to be asleep, hadn't received Yan Li's good morning kiss:
Another failure? Has his charm diminished so much that even Ah Yan couldn't bewitch him?
Wen Ze had almost lost count of how many times he had failed; he only remembered that he had failed miserably.
Yan Li had some questions for Wen Ze, so she decided to wait for him to wake up.
But it seemed as if this person was deliberately going against her. After waiting for a long time, if it weren't for the rise and fall of his chest, Yan Li would have thought that this person was not sleeping, but dead.
She couldn't resist and reached out to shove Wen Ze a few times:
"Lord?"
What sleep? How old are you? Every day you live is one day less. How can you sleep?
But Wen Ze still didn't make a move.
When Yan Li couldn't hold back any longer and prepared to climb out of the crystal coffin, Wen Ze could no longer pretend.
"Don't move, Ayan, stay with me and sleep a little longer."
He hugged Yan Li's waist again, pulling her into his arms. His voice was a little hoarse, carrying the weariness of someone who hadn't closed their eyes in a long time.
"But I can't sleep." Yan Li thought for a moment, then asked to herself, "Do you have any brothers?"
"A watch or a hall will do."
"It's okay if it's not."
"Basically, they're the kind of brothers who look exactly alike, except for their hair and eyes?"
Wen Ze: "No."
Wen Ze couldn't sleep anymore; he was wide awake and his voice turned cold. He grabbed Yan Li, scooped her up, and carried her out of the crystal coffin.
That's not brotherhood, that's his cuckoldry. If there really was one, he wouldn't give the other person the chance to stand in front of Yan Li.
The moment her feet touched the ground, Yan Li was even more stunned, staring blankly at Wen Ze.
Is he angry?
Why?
Yan Li still didn't give up: "Does the lord really not have any brothers like this?"
"Since A-Yan can't sleep, why don't you go downstairs and have a chat with your good princess?" Wen Ze gritted his teeth, spitting out each word:
"You were so noisy last night, I didn't get any sleep."
Yan Li's expression changed slightly, and her heart skipped a beat: What are you saying! What could she possibly be making a fuss about?
"Have I offended the lord?"
Yan Li was still hoping that Wen Ze would help her out while she was unconscious in the princess's room, so she tentatively spoke, paused for a moment, and then continued:
"If all else fails, perhaps the lord should lock the door tightly at night?"
However, Wen Ze, who was sulking, clearly didn't want to say anything more to Yan Li, and lay back down in the coffin in front of her.
Wen Ze appeared extremely calm, but the moment he lay down and closed his eyes, he felt as if the sky had fallen.
Do you want him to close the door properly again?
He went to great lengths to sleep in the same coffin as her, and now she wants him to close the door tightly? Dream on!
Not receiving a reply, Yan Li didn't wait any longer. Seeing that Wen Ze had indeed closed his eyes and gone back to sleep, he turned around and opened the door.
Downstairs, the butler stood at the top of the stairs, still holding a menu in his hand, smiling as he looked at Yan Li who came out of Wen Ze's room: "Miss Yan, what would you like to eat today?"
"I won't eat."
After saying that, Yan Li went straight downstairs to her room without looking back.
She thought the princesses downstairs were much easier to get along with than the one upstairs, and if they could speak, they would probably be more pleasant to talk to than him.
The butler, who was waiting for Yan Li to announce the menu and take advantage of any leftovers, froze with a smile again.
God knows how excited he was after having steak by chance last time; he even planned to fry several steaks for every meal.
"Go to the kitchen and make her some pastries."
Just as the butler was still secretly grieving, a turning point arrived.
"Yes, lord. With me here, Miss Yan will definitely not go hungry." Upon hearing the order, the butler rushed to the kitchen without stopping and began to show off his skills.
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