Chapter 821: He Was Smiling At Her Mischief


    No idea why, but Elvis just liked Gu Mengmeng’s mischievous behavior. His heart was at its lightest when she wasughing guilelessly.


    He kissed Gu Mengmeng on the mouth and bit her lips as if punishing her. Elvis’ heart turned into mush as he gazed into her teary eyes, which were staring right back at him in a piteous and pleading manner.


    He had surrendered, but with only one demand. “You cannot put yourself in harm’s way next time, do you hear me?”


    Gu Mengmeng fluttered her eyelids. She knew Elvis was referring to her suddenly releasing her grip and “pretending to fall”. Sheughed and smacked her lips against his neck. “Is there anywhere else on earth that is safer than me being in your arms? I don’t believe that you would just let me fall and not catch me.”


    She was obviously being mischievous but Elvis couldn’t help smiling.


    The feeling of beingpletely subdued by her was really quite wonderful. Her smug and confident expression made Elvis feel as if a drop of moisture had dripped onto the dry ashes of his heart, nourishing his entire body and making him feel soothed all over.


    Without a word, Elvis starting walking with Gu Mengmeng in his arms.


    “Where are we going?” Gu Mengmeng asked.


    “To wash my hand.” Elvis was still smiling. His earlier depression had already beenpletely chased away by this girl’s mischievous behavior.


    Was there really no hope for him? He was clearly a powerful fifth-level beast and should possess an absolute confidence in himself as a result of his abilities. He was a perfect partner and any female with an ounce ofmon sense would never abandon him.


    But faced with this girl, he still suffered from the fear of losing her...


    He suddenly understood what she had said to him earlier, during the time they had fallen out at the beginning of their rtionship: I want to be your partner because I love you, not because you are powerful.


    He understood better now that as powerful as a male was; he was helpless in the face of love.


    He knew he loved her. It was something he always knew.


    But he still felt very happy at having concretely proved to himself just how much he loved her.


    Elvis carried Gu Mengmeng to the side of theke. He ced her down before starting to wash his hands vigorously.


    That level of vigor made Gu Mengmeng feel that he was not just washing his hands, but was trying to scrub off ayer of skin.


    This method of washing... by the time he was satisfied with the state of its cleanliness, probably only his bones would be left.


    Gu Mengmeng squatted beside Elvis and wet her fair hands. She then pulled Elvis’ hand over and gently and thoroughly helped him wash it.


    After ensuring that every groove had been washed clean, Gu Mengmeng kissed his hand before cing it on her own face. She smiled sweetly at him. “Alright, it’s clean now. This hand only has my scent. Smell it.”


    Elvis flipped Gu Mengmeng’s grip around so that he was now holding her hand instead. He then smelled the back of his own hand, to ensure there was only her scent. Only then did he smile with satisfaction. “Yeah, very fragrant, very sweet.”


    Before he had evenpleted his sentence, Elvis reached out and drew Gu Mengmeng into his arms. He kissed her corbone. “Next time, don’t push me towards anyone else, okay?”


    Gu Mengmeng smiled, wanting to say that she was your mother and not just anyone.


    But Elvis didn’t give her a chance to speak. He ced her hand over the left side of his chest. “When you pushed me over, it hurt right here... like a piece was being dug out.”