The ball was just over when he found the little witch.
People came out of the ballroom and carriages drove away one after another.
The God of Light stood in mid-air, waiting patiently. After the crowd dispersed, the little witch, who had accidentally drunk the wine, staggered out.
She drank some wine by mistake and somehow ended up sleeping under the table. People around her couldn't find her and thought she had left.
When she woke up, everyone was leaving. She took a small piece of cake and walked out dizzy.
It seemed that the princesses and princes all had someone to pick them up, or at least a carriage, but when his little witch came out, the door was empty.
Yu Huan walked out holding the cake and fell into a broad embrace in a daze. Her forehead rested on the other person's snow-white and clean clothes, and a faint fragrance filled her nose.
She felt someone holding her, a slender and strong hand gently protecting her from behind.
But the light outside was dim, and the world in her eyes was bizarre. She blinked hard but couldn't see what the person looked like.
Instead, he rubbed some cream onto the other person.
The man spread the cream with his fingertips and then dotted it on the tip of her nose, making her look like a little snowman.
She opened her eyes, dazedly handed the cake out, and said slowly, "Eat it, please."
"You eat it yourself, I don't like this." said God.
She staggered as she walked, so he held her hand and led her down the stairs. The white cuffs rested against her fingertips, bringing a very gentle and clean feeling.
The walk back to the forest was too long.
Yu Huan didn't know when he stopped and didn't want to leave.
The man then picked her up, and his white robe brushed against the grass in the forest, taking on the natural fragrance.
He really had never done this before, and the posture was learned from his father who held a few-year-old child while praying in the Temple of Light. However, his movements were particularly gentle, so she lay on his shoulder with peace of mind and fell asleep.
The cake in his hand was still held by him.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back in familiar territory.
The strong feeling of drunkenness seemed to have worn off a little. She sat on the small bed in the tree hole, opened her eyes and looked at the man. She felt familiar with him, but could not describe his appearance.
The God of Light bent down slightly and looked at her with a smile: "Do you remember me?"
The little witch frowned and thought about it.
The God of Light thought she had forgotten.
But she suddenly pulled his sleeve and pulled him forward a little.
Her slender fingers touched the edge of his temples and she whispered, "Violet."
Here, there should be a violet.
This was the appearance of the statue she had seen before.
It turns out she knew.
The god smiled faintly, held out his hand, and the violet appeared in his palm.
"It's still there," he told her.
The drunken little witch, like a child with poor concentration, quickly forgot about this and went back to look for her cake.
But the cake was put aside by the God of Light.
She didn't say anything, and he didn't know what she wanted.
She sniffed the God of Light like a little mouse, rubbing against him here and there, searching in his sleeves, pulling at his fingers, and then climbing up his sleeves.
He didn't know what she was going to do, he just sat down patiently, watching the moonlight outside shining on the two of them, feeling relaxed and at ease in a way that was hard to find in ordinary days.
Until the corners of my lips suddenly felt warm.
In order to verify whether he had eaten it secretly, she licked it and tasted it.
The god was a little slow to react to this, staring at her while covering his lips with his fingers.
This kind of thing was really unfamiliar to him, but looking at the little witch who curled up into a ball with pride and satisfaction and rolled to the corner, he felt that she did it on purpose.
His fingertips touched his lips, as if he wanted to recall the feeling just now.
After a long while, he finally figured out how to curse. He opened his lips slightly and said to Yu Huan:
"Little rascal."
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Yu Huan had a good sleep. When he opened his eyes full of energy, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have slept with someone last night.
In her hand, she tightly grasped a piece of white clothing. Looking up, she saw a broad chest and a pair of eyes that had been waiting for this gaze for a long time.
"ah?"
She panicked and quickly let go and sat up.
"Did you sleep well?" the God of Light asked slowly.
"You are?" She opened her eyes wide.
"You could recognize it last night, but you forgot it today?" he asked calmly.
She looked at his face. Every line seemed to be carefully carved by the Creator. He was so handsome, yet people dared not desecrate him. There was a hint of divinity between his eyebrows.
She seemed to know who he was.
"God?" she asked tentatively.
"Yeah." He responded, gathered his robes, got off the bed, and observed the furnishings in the tree hole naturally.
The little witch, however, became curious again. She followed his footsteps and asked curiously, "You don't have to stand guard in the temple... It doesn't seem right to not be on duty, right?"
"My clone is over there. If there are any important matters, I will know." The God of Light said.
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There is a swing in the tree hole.
Yu Huan took a lot of effort to tie it up. She loved to play on it whether she had something to do or not.
Now this swing is occupied by the God of Light.
He sat there, his back straight, his posture graceful and elegant, the corner of his snow-white clothes draped over the wooden board, and the swing rope swayed gently.
She didn't dare to ask, and huddled aside, flipping through an ancient magic book, preparing for the curse plot that would follow.
Although I don't know why he suddenly appeared here, I feel embarrassed to chase him away.
Yu Huan suddenly remembered something, closed the book, and asked, "Did you ask me to cook the mushroom soup?"
"Yes." The God of Light glanced at her sideways and admitted it easily.
The little witch said shamelessly: "I have cooked enough, please agree to my wish..."
The god still remembered how she cooked the mushroom soup, and pressed his eyebrows helplessly.
The little witch was worried that he would not keep his word, so she couldn't help but urge him.
"Are you sure you are willing to fulfill the price of this deal?" God's voice suddenly became serious.
cost?
Isn’t it just making mushroom soup?
Yu Huan didn't think much about it: "I've already done it."
But for God, cooking mushroom soup is just a tool to measure time.
The real price was what she had said before.
"What you want is already prepared," God said. "I can take you there now."
"Well, let's wait a moment." Yu Huan quickly stopped them. The main reason was that the plot of cursing Princess Aurora was about to begin, and she had to memorize the spell carefully.
By the way, the spell of the dark magic curse is really long.
Yu Huan muttered and reopened the magic book.
She was in a good mood and didn't want to leave, so the God of Light stayed with her, helping her clean the dust in the tree hole and tidying up the messy bookshelf.
She ran to the food shelf to find something to eat.
His eyes inadvertently fell on the book she was reading and suddenly stopped.
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