Time flowed unimpeded even in the Eorenti Kingdom, where everything seemed to have fallen into a slumber.
Before they knew it, the sun had inclined and made its way through the thick curtains.
A pure beam of light, resembling Delia’s hair, infiltrated every corner of the room.
Aaron stroked the hair sprawled across his chest.
The hair, basking in the light, slipped through Aaron’s long fingers.
Coming from the dreadfully dark cave, her presence seemed even brighter.
To the point he couldn’t even open his eyes.
The owner of the light was apparently tired, deep asleep atop Aaron’s chest.
Carefully, Aaron stroked Delia’s back, rising and falling with her slender breaths.
His heart, in contact with Delia’s, resonated with hers.
At last, he had reclaimed what was his.
Like a satiated beast, Aaron lazily looked around with drowsy eyes.
The bedroom fit for an Eorenti princess was filled with a soft and gentle atmosphere.
The soft quilt embroidered with gold flowers on the purple fabric.
The light and airy canopy curtain draped over the bed.
The patterned wallpaper and the furniture carved with lilies.
Everything suited Delia well.
Indeed…
Even if there were guns and knives here, they would have suited Delia well.
There was nothing in this world that didn’t suit her.
Having reached this thought, Aaron let out a soft, solitary chuckle.
The deep satisfaction of Aaron startled the sleeping Delia in his arms.
Oh, he didn’t mean to wake her up.
Aaron held his breath and watched Delia fidget atop his chest.
She seemed to gather strength in her arms to rise.
Her figure trying to support her body with a hand on Aaron’s chest made him tremble slightly.
Like a newborn fawn trying to take its first steps.
Everything about Delia seemed fragile.
“If you’re tired, you can sleep more.”
Aaron carefully applied a subtle pressure while stroking Delia’s smooth back.
At his minimal strength, she collapsed back down.
Once again trapped on Aaron’s chest.
“I have to get up.”
Delia’s voice was still deep due to the moans she had been letting out till dawn.
Her blinking blue eyes were hazy, seemingly dreaming, tainted with tiredness.
Even her disheveled appearance satisfied Aaron, who let out a light laugh.
“How can you rise when you don’t even have the strength?”
“Whose fault do you think that is?”
Delia grumbled and nestled in Aaron’s broad chest.
As if the strong force that had been shaking her all night was still shaking her, she was hazy.
Her body was so tired that she couldn’t even muster the strength in her legs, but she didn’t dislike it.
Delia enjoyed the lingering sensation while listening to his heartbeat.
As always, a regular rhythm.
Drunk on the sense of security he offered, Delia closed her eyes again.
“I did cut you some slack. You seemed to have weakened quite a bit.”
Even with her eyes closed, Delia furrowed her brows slightly.
What exactly was he being lenient about?
Doing whatever he wanted.
With her hand stroking Aaron’s chest, Delia grumbled in a teasing manner.
“Tsk. Thank you so much for your ‘consideration’.”
“You should take care of your body in the kingdom. And think about going to Boswell.”
“You knew about that too?”
“There’s a way to know everything.”
The hand softly swimming atop Aaron’s chest paused.
It was due to her recollection of Mei, whom she had missed in the kingdom.
This kid. He escaped like a mudfish and spilled everything.
When Delia’s hand paused, Aaron’s moved.
“You’re still quite lacking.”
“My goodness. Still lacking?”
“I did want to make you unable to move, to be honest.”
From Aaron’s fingertips flowing down her spine, a desire that had not been fulfilled leaked.
As if marking his territory, the sharp aura of a beast made Delia shrug her shoulders and shiver.
“Should I thank you for sparing me?”
“Let’s prepare the meal quickly.”
At Aaron’s low voice, Delia’s eyes, which she had closed, snapped open.
As if cold water had been poured on her, she sobered up instantly.
“Meal?”
“The wedding. It’ll be problematic if you abandon me for Boswell again. I have to make sure you can’t think about that again.”
Delia blinked her eyes for a moment, watching the dust floating in the light, then declared decisively.
“No!”
“Why?”
“My parents haven’t given their consent yet.”
“Parents?”
“When getting married, I should tell my parents first and get their permission.”
At Delia’s firm words, Aaron’s face hardened.
The king’s face, who had aimed his gun at her yesterday, flickered in her dazed mind.
The king of Iorenti had merely used her as bait to draw her out, to catch her.
Yet, the princess asked Aaron to get permission from the bait.
Aaron, who had been staring into the void in silence for a moment, clenched the hair slipping from his hand.
“Do I… absolutely have to get it?”
“Absolutely.”
“I’m the regent. I can give permission because the regent is the king’s representative.”
“Even if the regent gives permission, you still have to get the parents’ approval.”
“I see. The princess distinguishes clearly between official and informal.”
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
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Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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