Daemon looked at Derila tenderly, thinking of her usual arrogant and domineering
and unbeatable appearance, which was really different from now.
He couldn't help but smile, kissed her forehead, picked her up, wrapped her body in a
bath towel and put her on the bed.
Derila rolled over and subconsciously got under the covers, curled up into a ball
and went back to sleep.
Daemon took a hair dryer and blew her hair next to him.
Derila rubbed herself into his arms, her little head resting on his leg, and continued
to sleep soundly.
Daemon's slender fingers fiddled with her hair, gentle and considerate.
Soon, her hair was blown out and Daemon simply cleaned it up, then propped his head
up and lay beside her, quietly watching her.
At the moment, her well-behaved look was so cute that Daemon couldn't help but want
to kiss her. He moved over and kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, and then her
cheek.
Finally, he gently nibbled on her lips to wake her up.
Derila gave a confused "mmm~" and subconsciously burrowed into his arms,
groping his body with her small hands.
"Little ra_cal!"
Daemon was satisfied with her cooperation, cupping her face and kissing her deeply.
The two burned again, their beastly, low voices leaking out of the room.
Outside, the maid who had come for the second time to deliver the meal retreated with
a red face.
Norah, standing at the stairway, watched this with delight, "Still mmmm?"
The maids nodded shyly.
"Hahahaha, good, good, great!" Norah couldn't help but clap her hands, "Next year we'll
be able to have little princes and princesses. Hehehe…"
"Heehee!" The maids followed suit and giggled.
Downstairs, Harrison and Charles exchanged glances, both feeling happy for their master.
Only Sloan had a sad face and was sullen.
"Sloan, what are you doing?" Mylo pulled him aside and advised in a low voice, "Could it
be that you still have thoughts about Ms.Feroma? Give up your thoughts quickly, you'll get
yourself killed like this."
"No." Sloan said accusingly, "Ms.Feroma is my saviour and even more so Master's
woman, I worship her and admire her, but I don't dare to have any half-hearted
blasphemy. I am only…"
"Just what?" Mylo pursued.
"Just worried." Sloan looked worriedly in the direction of the master bedroom, "Master is
so big and Ms.Feroma is so small, will she be tossed to death?"
"Shut up." Mylo slapped him hard on the back of the head, "No more of that silly talk."
"Oh." Sloan bowed his head, not daring to speak, but then asked, "Ms.Feroma will be
happy, won't she?"
"Of course." Mylo was very sure, "Our gentleman is a dragon among men, all the
women in the world want to marry him, but he has a crush on Ms.Feroma, this is her good
fortune, you should be happy for her."
"Ms.Feroma is also very good." Sloan was a bit unconvinced, "Ms.Feroma is the best girl in
the world, many men want to marry her, but she only loves Master, this is also Master's
blessing."
"Stop it." Mylo grabbed his ears, "Whose man are you anyway? He's our Master, you
must remember that!"
Sloan lowered his head in aggression and didn't say anything, he only hoped that,
Ms.Feroma would be happy.
Upstairs, the two tossed and turned until late afternoon.
Derila was sleeping soundly on top of Daemon.
It was a beautiful image, a huge body with a tiny girl lying on top of it.
Her petite body would rise and fall slightly with Daemon's breathing, and his heartbeat
could be clearly heard.
Daemon's one hand wrapped around her waist and his other hand cupped her tiny
head, full of love and doting.
It was a beautiful and happy moment for them.
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