Chapter 83 I love you

"......"

Fu Jiao had just opened the fingerprint lock, and the intelligent artificial system in the living room was activated, and warm light shone through the door.

Hearing this, she turned back in surprise, wondering if she had heard it wrong.

"You said you loved me." Deng Baoying repeated it again, his voice softer.

Fu Jiao stood under the warm light at the door, and he stood in the shadows where the lights could not reach at night. Even though he was dressed in white, the shadow cast by his hair still covered his eyes, revealing an indescribable, gloomy meaning, and even a strong sense of grievance and unwillingness.

He stepped onto the steps, and the Supreme God stepped back consciously. The two retreated into the living room, and Deng Baoying closed the door.

This is not good.

Fu Jiao thought so instinctively.

No matter how you look at it, it seems that Deng Baoying is the one who occupies the dominant position now. In recent days, Deng Baoying has been nourished by the blood of the gods and has become more and more integrated with the godhood. He has also revealed an indescribable and oppressive aura. His eyes stared at her and he unbuttoned his collar.

The formal tie was pulled out little by little by the bony fingers, and the griffon lowered its long, snow-white eyelashes.

The poor tie was just thrown casually on the leather sofa.

"When you told him you loved me, was it your true feelings or something you said to him out of anger?" Deng Baoying refused to give in and spoke in a light tone, tugging at his collar, his voice even sounding a little aggrieved, "Since you know... you know that, why do you want to make me angry?" "

You know that I have loved you for a long time, don't you?"

... Damn it.

How could this be.

The Supreme God slowly backed away, smiled dryly, not knowing what to say, and finally sat down on the sofa.

Almost instantly, Fu Jiao seemed to finally understand what Deng Baoying meant.

He felt that he told Guan Jiu that she loved him in order to use his love to deliberately anger Guan Jiu.

——"You clearly know it. You clearly know it."

Deng Baoying stood in front of her, his pupils still slightly contracted, and his breath was as hot as magma, mixed with surging and mixed negative emotions. The entire Supreme God was shrouded in shadow.

"You know very well that I'm so afraid that you're going to leave that I'm willing to blaspheme to monitor your every move. I'll do my best to keep all the connections you can have in this civilization under my sight, whether it's money, travel, or social contacts. I'm right in front of you. As long as you want, I'll pluck the stars and the moon from the sky and give them to you without any scruples."

"I've waited for you for ten thousand years, I've waited for you for a full ten thousand years."

"So, I have to do something else."

Deng Baoying slowly leaned over, and his hands, which were clasped on the back of the sofa behind Fu Jiao, slowly tightened until the veins bulged, and he buried his face in the hollow of her neck with trembling hands, his whole body shaking, as if even his muscles were tensed to the limit, his forearms stiffly exerting force.

"What else should I do to make you stay?"

"Didn't you say you loved me? If you love me... why do you leave me here alone? Why do you abandon me to the world? Why don't you take me away? Why don't you even tell me what's going on in your mind?"

The cold, bony hands held her face, exerting a little force.

Deng Baoying had a calm expression, his eyebrows drooped, but there was a faint mist and crimson color spreading from the end of his eyes, like red ink dripping into the water, melting into a bright piece.

"Just because the jellyfish hates you, will you spend this night with him? What about me?"

"Is it because I hate you too that you look at me?"

The living room was silent. Because it was night, the temperature was a little lower. The smart home system thoughtfully raised the room temperature a lot, and even simulated a simulated phantom of a fireplace behind the wall.

The flames in the simulated fireplace crackled, and only the breathing of the two people was left in the dead silence. Fu Jiao was speechless, and only felt wet tears falling into his neck.

"You cry when he cries. Are you a child? Do you have to compete with others for this?"

The Supreme God sighed helplessly, his heart softened into a pool, and he frowned and rubbed his soft, platinum hair: "Or in your eyes, only crying children get candy? Huh?"

"In the eyes of the gods, people who cry do seem to have more say." Deng Baoying raised his head, his voice hoarse, exposing the softest part of his neck to her, and took a breath softly, "I'm very sad. Lord God... I'm really, very sad. Tonight."

"Then what should I do?" Fu Jiao said softly, "I'll coax you? Okay?"

"Okay." The muffled sound of the griffon came from the neck.

"......I love you."

The Supreme God's light and calm voice came over, as if it was without any waves as before. Even when she said such frank and straightforward words, it was still like her, like a gentle wind, blowing past without any scruples and into the eardrum.

"It's not an angry remark. I'm not lying to you. Did you hear it clearly through the listening device just now? If not, I'm telling you here. I'm only talking to you."

"I love you, and I'm by your side. I love the world, I love Lynx, I love Fuyi, and I love Jiu."

"But I love you the most. It's not a love of pity, nor a love of kinship. I love you."

Deng Baoying's Adam's apple rolled, as if he was extremely thirsty. He trembled and supported himself on the sofa before he could barely lift half of his body to look at her. His eyes were already red, and he didn't know whether he wanted to cry or was too excited. Fu Jiao even had to move slightly to the side, fearing that he would faint and fall on him soon.

"Do you like listening?" Fu Jiao's tone was very soft.

"Don't look at me like you're about to cry, dear child... Do you like what I'm saying? I can keep telling you. I love you."

Deng Baoying half-knelt down, lowered her head, put her forehead against his, and gently rubbed his cheek with the tip of her nose. It was an obvious soothing gesture: "I love you. So, even if you become a monster like a hypocrite, even if you mess up a big deal and do something bad, I will cover for you."

"Don't be afraid, dear child. I love you... I only love you. Okay."

"I love you, too."

In silence, Deng Baoying pressed closer to her, her thin lips trembling, and responded almost unclearly: "I love you, too. I... I love you, too."

"I miss you so much... I'm so scared. Lord God... at least stay with me now, please."

The sighing voice of the Supreme God fell into his ears. Fu Jiao raised her head slightly and moved closer, so close that Deng Baoying could even smell her scent. The Supreme God likes to eat desserts, and the smell of fireworks and cream ice cream left over from the Fire Crane Festival lingered on her body for a long time.

Those slightly cool, elusive lips, lighter than the night breeze, fell on his lips with the smell of cream.

"..." Deng Baoying closed his eyes slightly, and suddenly remembered that Fu Jiao and Guan Jiu had eaten the ice cream together, and his eyes suddenly darkened a lot because of displeasure.

He walked forward, and took the initiative in the tenderness and gentleness without hesitation, just like the beauty and admiration that he had repeatedly replayed in countless dreams over countless years, mixed with wild and angry and aggrieved meanings, mercilessly plundering the oxygen of the person he loved, as if to completely remove the sticky butter smell.

The coat had been thrown on the sofa without knowing when.

During the brief separation, Fu Jiao was strangely bitten by herself, coughing and leaning back on the sofa back, reaching out to wipe the corner of her mouth.

But the energetic griffon hugged her again in an instant, like a large dog-skin plaster, sticking to her stubbornly and refusing to let go, and the meaning was self-evident.

"......Ah."

Fu Jiao's right eyelid twitched slightly, and for a moment he had a bad feeling again.

"Wait a minute...wait a minute! Baoying...isn't our progress a little too fast? Isn't this just a token of my affection...is this how you humans progress? Is this really the case?" It was

obviously too late for the Supreme God to call for a stop at this moment, and his panic was drowned in the sound of water.

The feeling of suffocation came from this, as if it was going to sweep the two of them away and drown them together.

"Normal."

Deng Baoying panted and laughed, with the scarlet at the end of his eyes still lingering, like a greedy, hungry ghost that finally got what he wanted and climbed out of hell.

He probably wouldn't stop until he got back all the hunger and intolerance he had endured.

"Of course it's normal."

"..."

The crackling sound of firewood in the simulated fireplace was still ringing, and Fu Jiao finally didn't dare to continue talking.

The night of this Fire Crane Festival is too long, and we need to save our energy.

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Outside the window, the messy fruit tree seedlings planted by the two people trembled and grew green, as if they were watered with some vitality.

In the unstable breathing, Fu Jiao had basically softened into a pool of mud that couldn't be kneaded. She

didn't even have the energy to stop.

When she seemed to be floating in the hot and scorching sea, she seemed to hear Deng Hug Ying pinching her and crying again.

Sometimes she really didn't understand the young people nowadays. She was the one who was sore, painful and tired to death, so why was he crying so hard. Fu Jiao closed her eyes and thought like this. She was too lazy to coax him. She just emptied her mind and just lay on the bed - yes, she didn't know when they had moved from the sofa to the bed.

When she was dazed, Deng Baoying kissed her hoarsely, as if he wanted to chew her up and swallow her whole.

"......I love you."

He said hoarsely: "I love you...No matter what the ending is, even if you must leave, I still love you."

"I will wait for you...I will wait for you. As long as you don't forget me, I will be here for another ten thousand years, two ten thousand years."

"I love you."