He lowered his head and leaned into my ear: "Little Ayan, I'm sorry, I lied to you. You can stand in front of me like this, I am already very happy and satisfied."
My heart is full of doubts. I can't believe that the gentle and handsome man in front of me is the same person as the cruel demon king mentioned by the immortal. At this time, should I continue to regard him as my disciple Lingyuan or recognize his true identity...
Purpose: I want to write a fairy tale without female rivalry and less love-minded.