Chapter 493: I really wish that you can rely on me
Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
Little Nine stopped in a garden beautifully decorated with bright colours.
This place was somewhere which Ye Qing Luo had not visited before.
Looking afar, there were various kinds of flowers and all of them were blooming beautifully.
Light fragrance from the flowers filled the air as the wind rustled.
Ye Qing Luo turned around and realised that Little Nine was no longer there.
Ye Qing Luo took a look around the garden and still didn’t see anyone around.
What was Di Mo Xuan up to?
Ye Qing Luo pursed her lips and just as she was preparing to head forward into the pathway to look for Di Mo Xuan.
Her shoulder suddenly sunk and a warm body enveloped her entirely into his embrace.
That elegant sandalwood scent, mixed with the refreshing flower fragrance seeped into her nostrils, extremely intoxicating.
It had just been a day since they last met.
But when she felt the warmth from the man behind her, Ye Qing Luo developed a kind of feeling…. which was the void space from her empty heart being filled up.
Satisfaction.
Extremely satisfied.
Clearly… it wasn’t the first time that they hadn’t met for such a long time.
But this time round, she missed him so much.
Perhaps it was because this time, it was her who made Di Mo Xuan left in anger.
Unknowing why, the rim of Ye Qing Luo’s eyes turned slightly red, as a sore feeling filled the tip of her nose.
She bit her lips as she struggled to flip over from the man’s hug.
Lifting her head, a pair of glistering watery eyes congealed its gaze on that glamourous face of the man’s.
This look made Ye Qing Luo shocked.
His looks were as good looking as usual.
His eyes were filled with brilliant lights and his gaze seem to be able to shock one’s soul.
But….
Not knowing why, Ye Qing Luo felt that there was a trace of tiredness in his countenance.
A very light, almost unnoticeable trace of tiredness.
This him, made his entire look appeared extremely languid.
When he saw Ye Qing Luo looking at him in infatuation, his thin lips curled up as he placed his fingertip on her face, “What’s the matter, infatuated from seeing me?”
His mellow voice was sexy and magnetic.
Like a feather, ruffling up Ye Qing Luo’s heart.
“I thought you were angry with me and didn’t want to bother about me anymore.” Ye Qing Luo hugged his waist as she buried her face into his chest.
Di Mo Xuan’s large palm laid on the back of her head as his thin lips curled into an extremely seductive arc, “I also thought that I would be angry with you.”
The hand he circled around Ye Qing Luo’s waist increased in strength.
He thought that he would be angry.
Angry over the fact that before Ye Qing Luo made decision, she had never considered about his feelings.
Angry that Ye Qing Luo didn’t heed his persuasion and insisted on taking risks.
Angry that Ye Qing Luo didn’t care about her own safety, making him worry but was helpless about it.
Angry…
He was angry, but he couldn’t bear to be angry.
He had forcefully stopped Ye Qing Luo from accepting the mission but he started to regret his action the minute he turned around.
However, Di Mo Xuan knew that if he turned back, Ye Qing Luo would not hesitate in choosing to proceed with the mission.
“You’re too eager to be first.” Di Mo Xuan sighed softly as his fingers plunged into her hair, combing it gently, “I know that even if I really did stop you from heading to Death God Castle, your heart will still be unwilling to let go of this mission.”
Ye Qing Luo pursed her lips as she had nothing to rebuke him.
It was indeed so.
In order not to make Di Mo Xuan worry, she could give up on this mission.
But in her heart, she would not be able to let go of it somehow.
In her world, the two words “give up” was not in her dictionary.
Perhaps it could be put in this way, she had not met someone who could made her give up on the decision which she made.
“If you are not happy, I can…” Ye Qing Luo rubbed her face on his chest.
Just a mere mission, it was incomparable to Di Mo Xuan.
“Sometimes, I really wish that you can rely on me.” Di Mo Xuan lifted Ye Qing Luo’s lower jaw as his slender long fingers pressed against her lips.