The Little Husband Who Became the Ghost-Faced King

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Xiji had seen this face in the past, always in bed, when emotions were stirred. Therefore, when he saw it for the first time, he immediately remembered those blushing and heart-pounding scenes, and his face immediately turned red.

The Night King looked at Xiji, who was blushing for no apparent reason, frowned, then reached out and held his chin, making him look towards him, and asked in a low voice: What are you thinking about?

It was not until the cold hands pinched his chin that Xiji suddenly came back to his senses. Thinking about what he had just thought, he suddenly felt that he was getting more and more dirty. But soon, Xiji put the blame on the Night King. It was definitely not his fault. It must be because the Night King would take off his mask and kiss him every time he wanted to cause trouble, which made him have this inexplicable conditioned reflex.

Xiji knew that he couldn't say what he was thinking just now, otherwise the Night King would definitely transform into a beast on the spot. So he looked at the Night King and said seriously: I was thinking, you are very handsome.

To be honest, if the Night King lived in his time, with this face and figure, he would definitely be famous whether as an actor or a model.

When the Night King heard Xiji's answer, the coldness in his eyes became even more intense, but the hand that touched Xiji's face was still very light, and even had a kind of indescribable tenderness that Xiji himself might not even notice. He asked lightly: Oh, are you telling the truth?

Hearing the Night King's question, Xiji nodded quickly, and in order to prove his credibility, he assured with great force: I swear, I have never seen anyone more handsome than you, sir.

The Night King stared at Xiji and saw that his expression was very serious and did not seem fake. He raised the corner of his mouth sarcastically and said lightly: But, I hate this kind of appearance!

Xiji was stunned when he heard this. He never expected that the Night King would say this. He was unable to react for a moment and could only stare at him blankly, waiting for his next words.

In the past, I wanted to destroy this face because of those disgusted looks. Later, I thought it was too easy for them, so I destroyed them. Later, I put on this mask and felt very happy when I saw them looking at me with fear.

Xiji listened to the Night King's casual words and then looked at his calm face. For some reason, he felt a chill down his spine.

The Night King looked at Xiji, who seemed frightened, and continued to ask: Do you want to know who they are?

Xiji felt that this was a life-threatening question, and he didn't know how to answer it. However, he also knew that if he didn't answer it, the Night King would probably not let it go, since he was the one who asked the question first.

So, in such a difficult situation, Xiji looked at the Night King, his mind suddenly twitched, and he kissed the Night King, saying: My Lord, let the past be the past, we don't think about it. If you like it, we will make a few more pairs to wear, it doesn't matter, let's do something happy now.

There was an unusually familiar touch on his lips, and a nostalgic aura all around him. The Night King's eyes darkened at that moment, and the cold aura all around him disappeared. He laughed softly, and then carried the person towards the bed. Since his Jill wanted to do something happy, then they should do something that would make people happy.

That night, Xiji once again deeply felt the ferocity of the Night King. He was not allowed to sleep until dawn.

The Night King looked at Xiji, who was murmuring "no" in his sleep, and reached out to touch the corners of his mouth, which were red, swollen and broken from being kissed. There was a tenderness on his face that he himself was not aware of.