The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Nangong 煜 suddenly let go of his hand and whispered: "Xi, you close your eyes, I want to give you a second gift."

Tunxi Shantou smiled at him, with curiosity in his eyes, but he still closed his eyes.

The ear seemed to hear the soft wind, and the warm touch felt in the ear, as if touching the most precious baby.

When Tunxi was ticklish and narrowed his neck, he heard the soft voice of Nangong in his ear. "Xi, well, open your eyes."

As soon as he opened his eyes, Tunxi was shocked, even closed his eyes because of conditioned reflexes, and then slowly opened.

The purpose is to create a beautiful valley like a fairyland.

The green grassland spreads under the feet, and there are dotted flowers everywhere, splendid blooms.

The original dark night sky, suddenly a little bit of stars, and a bright moon, the square, like a white, but with the unique privacy and tranquility of the night.

Tunxi took a sip of coolness and looked around.

I saw the lake that was just too cold and cold, and it has already become very different.

The colorful butterflies fluttered in the air, drawing a beautiful track with fluorescence.

There is a stream of waterfalls in front of the lake. The water splashes and the crystal drops of water scatter in the air, as if the stars in the sky have been picked up and ground into pieces.

Some people say that people who love you deeply are willing to do everything for you, even if they are star-studded.

In the past, Tunxi felt that this was a joke, but at this moment, she felt that it was true.

Everything in front of me is like a beautiful dream. But this dream is the result of Nangong’s hard work and careful woven for her. Every grass and every light contains Nangong’s to her. feeling.

She looked at the Nangong Temple and her eyes slowly became hot and humid.

The gentleness of Nangong’s face was gentle and handsome, but the tension in the eyes was betrayed him. “Xier, do you like it?”

For this day, he has not slept for several nights, and he is afraid that it will be messed up.

Tunxi nodded and whispered: "Like."

No girl would like this romantic and beautiful dream, especially this dream, or the one who loves it.

Nangong Temple took a deep breath, and then, under the stars and nights, in the beautiful valley surrounded by butterflies and waterfalls, one knee bent and slowly collapsed.

The evening wind gently blew the man's black silky silky hair, revealing the flawless face.

Such a man who should have lost a thousand girls, at this time, kneeling in front of him, his hands were sweaty, but he steadily raised a crystal clear ring.

"Hey, are you willing to marry me? You are willing to be the wife of my Nangong, eternal life, not separated from me?"

propose!

This is the bridge that will appear in many romance dramas. Even if Tunxi does not touch these, it is impossible to not know.

She thought that she did not care about these forms; she thought that if one day a man asked her to marry her, she would sneer and even boring.

However, the original fact is not the case.

The tears seemed to be invisible to her eyes, soaking her eyebrows.

For the first time, Tunxi knew what it was like to cry and how to cry. What is the happiness and touch that even the soul will tremble.

Nan Gongyi saw her tears, and there was a moment of confusion on her face. Just waiting for him to talk, Tunxi had stepped forward and took the hand of Nangong’s ring holding the ring. He said: "I am willing!"