The Little Husband Who Became the Ghost-Faced King

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Chapter 169 Confession

Xiji stared at the Night King blankly, and couldn't react for a long time after listening to his words.

It was not until the Night King took off his clothes, walked towards him step by step, and stood in front of him that he seemed to suddenly react and stammered: My lord.

Yeah. The Night King leaned against the pool wall next to Xiji, half-closed his eyes and looked at him, like a lazy cat.

Xiji watched the water droplets roll down his handsome face, finally sinking into his collarbone and disappearing into the pool.

Sir, shouldn't you be sitting outside at this time? Xiji swallowed carefully, looked at him and asked in a low voice.

What, you don't want me to come back? The Night King looked at Xiji's nervous expression, stretched out his hand to lift his chin, and asked jokingly.

Xiji looked at the handsome face so close to him. In the mist, the face without the mask looked very vivid, like a seductive fairy. He could only stare blankly, and finally stammered: No, no.

Perhaps it was Xiji's dazed look that pleased the Night King. He slightly raised the corners of his lips, moved closer to him, and gently pecked his lips, which seemed more moist due to the hot water fumigation. Then, in front of Xiji's silly expression, he said lightly: I agreed to take in those people, so naturally I need to draw up a new charter.

Xiji was a little surprised when he heard this, but he soon figured out the key. Originally, the Night King wanted to expel those refugees, so he needed to suppress them by force. Now that he has changed his mind and wants to take those people in, he naturally needs to make a new plan.

After figuring out the truth, Xiji lowered his head, looking a little entangled. He knew that the Night King had been very indulgent towards him, and later on, he doted on him even more.

Now, even his willful request was agreed to, but he still had so many things hidden from him. However, even now, he was still somewhat reluctant to tell his secret, because that was his greatest reliance.

Xiji bit his lip and lowered his head, looking somewhat pitiful.

After a moment, Xiji suddenly heard a sigh. The sound was very light, but it was in his ears so he could hear it clearly.

Xiji was startled, and when he looked up, he saw the Night King staring at him with a complicated expression. That expression seemed like a sigh, more like helplessness, and more like helpless doting.

He saw the Night King's lips slightly opened, and he said to him: If you don't want to say it, then don't say it. You will say it one day, and I will wait for you.

The Night King's words were like a heavy blow to Xiji. He could not make any expression. He could only stare at the Night King blankly. Seeing his serious expression, he knew that what he said was true. The Night King's eyes flashed with a determined light, which made him dare not look directly at him.

Xiji lowered his head, bit his lips, clenched his fists, and struggled internally.

Before he could think of anything to do next, the Night King who was sitting next to him reached out his hand, put his arm around his shoulders, let him lean on his shoulders, helped him wash, and said nonchalantly: I have waited for so many days, it doesn't matter if you wait a little longer.

Xiji felt that the Night King's words were like constant soul-torturing, tormenting his heart. He twirled his fingers, tangled in anxiety.

After a long time, Xiji seemed to muster up the courage, raised his head, looked at the Night King steadily, and asked seriously: My lord, will you believe whatever I say?