After the passionate tête-à -tête, Daemon fell asleep with Derila in his arms.
Derila curled up in his arms like a kitten, glaring at him with anger.
What did he take her for?
What a nuisance!
Derila rolled over, uncomfortable with his pressure, and tried to move to the side,
but Daemon dragged her into his arms again, his arms plus a long leg coming together
to imprison her.
Derila could no longer move. She lay helplessly on the bed, staring out of the
window at the beautiful snowy landscape.
But his purring seemed to have a hypnotic effect and soon, she followed suit.
This night, the two of them slept very deeply.
The next morning, when Derila woke up, she heard the sound of water in the
bathroom, she knew Daemon was taking a shower, so she ignored him, rolled over,
hugged her pillow and went back to sleep.
Soon after, Daemon finished his shower and came over wrapped in a bath towel,
wiping his hair as he said, "Get up when you wake up and have breakfast with me."
Derila stretched out, hugging her pillow, pouting and looking at him with
displeasure, "Apologize!"
"Hmm?" Daemon was stunned for a moment, "What the h-e-l-l?"
"You said that kind of thing yesterday to piss me off, apologize." Derila rubbed
those beautiful legs against Daemon's legs.
"What kind of words?" Daemon didn't seem to remember it at all.
Derila flipped up all of a sudden and said angrily, "You said that I married you for
William and had s-e-x with you for him. that's so insulting."
Daemon then remembered, "So are you?"
"Of course not." Derila stood on the bed, arms crossed, and said angrily, "I,
Derila, cannot be bent by might, cannot be lusted after by wealth, and what's that?
In short, I won't do anything I don't want to do for any purpose, let alone something as
momentous as marriage and so-and-so!!!"
"Oh!" Daemon responded indifferently, not seeming to care about her answer, and went
straight to the cloakroom.
Only when he turned around, his lips curled up in a shallow curve. This answer, he was
happy and satisfied.
"Hey, son of a bItch, did you hear that?" Derila shouted angrily after him.
Daemon simply ignored her, changing his clothes on his own.
Furious to the point of flying, Derila rushed to the cloakroom, crossed her arms and
continued to yell, "Lierger ba_tard, speak!"
"I heard you." Daemon responded indifferently, "Still not going to wash up? I'm waiting
for you to have breakfast."
"Hmph." Derila was angry, as if her fist had hit cotton, she was emotional and
argued her case, but he was lazy, cold and unresponsive.
There was a fire in her heart, and the feeling was terrible!
"Alright." Daemon wanted to laugh at her exasperated look, screwing her straight up
and sitting her on a shelf so she could look him flat in the eyes.
"From now on, in your heart, in your head, in your body, there can only be one of me for
everyone, got it?"
"What?" Derila blushed as she listened to these words, "Why does it feel like these
words are horny?"
"Say you know." Daemon cupped her chin and made her look at him.
"Got it." Derila blurted out, and immediately added afterwards, "Not right either
yeah, there are also the children in the orphanage, and Anthony, auntie Layla, uncle
Lincoln, and…"
"Okay, okay." Daemon immediately interrupted her, "Those don't need to be said."
"Oh." Derila beamed, "What about you, in your heart, in your head, in your body, is
there only me too?"
"Of course, all the time!" Daemon nibbled on her lips, "What if I want to eat you again?"
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