Domineering: The President is not a human being

Chapter 777 Extra Story 2 Leng Xianchen's Beloved Wife's Cultivation

"I brought you a gift." Leng Xianchen put her down gently, and changed the subject without making a sound.

"Huh? What did you bring me this time?" As soon as she heard that there was a gift, she got out of his arms and stuffed the peach wrapped in a gauze into his hand, leaving her hands free. Grab the exquisite gift box in his other hand.

Before, every time he came back, he would bring her all kinds of fresh items from the human world. These things naturally had an indescribable attraction to her who hadn't been out of the realm all year round.

"This time it's...clothes?" She stroked the clean white dress in the gift box, tilted her head and looked at him, "Can I wear it now?" She winked playfully at him.

From childhood to adulthood, she only wore pink clothes of the same color as the peach blossoms in front of the door, and the clothes Xianchen prepared for her were also pink, and she liked them too, so she never changed them.

It was the first time she had seen this snowflake-like holy dress, and she couldn't help but think of the first time she saw the sky full of snow.

That was the first time Xian Chen took her to the human world, when her height was only around his waist, and he was holding her hand and hovering above the human world.

Under their feet were snowflakes fluttering in the breeze. Having never seen flying snow, she thought it was a peach blossom in the human world, so she looked around for the source of the falling petals.

"Why didn't you see the peach blossom tree?" She tugged at his hand, looking up with a puzzled expression.

"This is a snowflake." Xianchen took her hand to catch a piece of flying snow, and she could clearly feel the snowflake melting in her palm.

"Disappeared?!" The moment the snowflakes melted, she felt flustered for some reason, as if a beautiful thing had disappeared within her reach.

"I won't see you again this time." Xianchen touched her head, but said something she couldn't understand. At that time, she took it for granted that she was young, and she would understand when she grew up, but now She found that she still didn't know the meaning of what he said back then...

"This is 'Flying Snow'." The touch from the back of her hand brought her back to her thoughts, and Leng Xianchen reached out to hold her hand that was still on the dress, "Flying Snow that will never disappear again."

"Feixue?" She murmured in a low voice, not aware of the sadness in his tone when he said this.

"Xiaohu, are you willing to marry me?" He turned her around so that she met his eyes.

His eyes were hot and determined, and it seemed that there was still a trace of tension and anticipation hidden.

It's not an illusion, he, who has always been indifferent, is trembling at the moment holding her hand.

"Well, of course I would." She smiled coquettishly and threw herself into his arms without any hesitation.

To marry him, to be his wife, as if in her subconscious it was a matter of course, as if she was born for this.

"Thank you!" Leng Xianchen hugged the person in his arms tightly, his mouth curled up slightly, never thinking that there would be a chance to hold her in his arms again.

Once another she was like a snowflake that could melt anytime to him.

Every time when he thought he had caught her, she disappeared at the place closest to him, leaving him with a emptiness and coldness.

Now he finally keeps this piece of holiness, and keeps it forever, he can feel the warmth coming from his arms, enough to melt the warmth of everything in the world.

There is no full house, no third person's blessing, in this world where there are only the two of them, she wears the snowy dress he personally designed for her, and walks into the rest of his life with a smile like a flower.

From then on, there was no more flying snow in the sky in his world, but only the peach blossoms flying in front of the house...

(End of this chapter)