History at the Library

Always a Happy Ending (5)

Aiden groaned low and frowned around his eyes, then felt around his neck. The obvious teeth marks were touched and red blood was on the hands. He stared at it for a moment, then tongue-sticking red blood, embarrassing her.

It seemed a long way off to get the upper hand over him with sexual appeal.

“Anytime if you want.”

“Okay, that’s enough. I’m just going to give you a ring or a necklace or something like that.”

“I’ve already received it.”

Huh? Junger looked like she had never heard of him, woven from a bouquet of flowers.

She had a face called the Golden Beginning Gate, woven with her bouquet she had received from him.

“I’m going to cast a preservation spell on the flower ring Vivian gave me.”

“Flower?”

“Small white flowers.”

“Oh, Mist flower.”

Vivian groaned small after recalling the ring she had woven with flower stems because she had nothing to do with it. She thought he had a lot of money to cast a preservation spell on such a childish gift.

She didn’t even pick the flowers herself, but made them out of the flowers she received. She didn’t give it to him to preserve it. She could have prepared a better gift if he had let her out of the mansion!

However, seeing him happy to receive it, she was discouraged because she thought he would look like that no matter what she gave him.

Well, it wouldn’t be so much fun to offer the most expensive jewel in the world to a man who is the Archduke of the Empire. Vivian leaned his forehead on his shoulder and said, staring at the veins on the back of his neck.

“You know what?”

It was quite pleasant to watch her flinching skin every time his breath touched.

“I heard from the older sister who works at a flower shop that one of the meaning of white mist flowers is death.”

“That’s brutal.”

“We usually mix flowers with flowers that are related to love and make bouquets. Then it means I love you to death. I just woven the mist flowers for you.”

“So you gave me death?”

“Is that so?”

The flower language was just meaningful anyway. It was a thoughtless murmur, but Aiden seemed to quite like the flower language she said. Death. Eternal rest. While thinking for a moment, he began to hum, and soon bit her earlobes as if he had made a decision.

The damp, shady tongue caressed the ears as if branding them. His tongue moved in and out of his ears as if he were chewing. She felt as if his stuff below had grown bigger than before.

It was not known which part of the mist flower was his favorite, saying it was brutal. Vivian groaned to the tip of her nose and grabbed her skirt.

“……haha.”

“I’d be happy to accept Vivian’s death.”

“……”

She thought that it was something a death messenger would say. She couldn’t believe that she was about to die.

The Grand Duke of the black and the underworld had different expressions when whispering love.

“Forever and ever, we will be together to death. I don’t believe in God, but even your soul if it exists.”

It was the first time such a brutal proposal was made.

No, is this a proposal in the first place? It’s not a murder notice, is it?

Vivian smiled in vain and shook her head. It seems that her fast-beating heart is not just pounding because of his confession.

She grabbed her heart, which was seeing the shaking effect. She felt like she had mortgaged her soul to a really ridiculous man.

After finishing his ‘must do’, Aiden skillfully slipped his hand into her skirt, whether the business was over. It was as natural as a wall, so Vivian belatedly noticed it after feeling the hand that was groping her thigh.

She was pouting her lips and suddenly grabbed him by the shoulder and weighed him down. And said, throwing a provocative look.

“If you’re going to share death, I like it on the bed.”

“……..”

Aiden stared at Vivian with surprise as she climbed on top of him.

“Softly kill me like this forever.”

He reached out slowly. The hand, which was placed inside the underwear, pressed down on the raised bumps and opened the folds at the same time. The already damp honey water ran down his fingers.

“Hah, ha… ”

A small panting groan came out between Vivian’s coral lips. The eyes met with the important purple eyes that always made him feel strange. The seductive blatant glow slowly began to turn dark.

Aiden’s eyes, staring at the racy face filled with pleasure, blurred as if possessed. He clapped his lips in a low subdued voice.

“Gladly.”

Pulling Vivian’s face down and further down, he kissed her to death.

***

Thatcher’s expression became strange when he looked through Perdi’s manuscript. It was the first new book in half a year.

He sat languidly on the sofa, sipping at the coffee, alternating between Aiden and the manuscript. There was no problem with the novel. Vivian’s talent has been improving day by day to the point where he wants to kiss her. Of course it would be the last day of his life to smile.

It was Thatcher who advised her to put wings on, and now she has only to soar higher than the sky. The new manuscript he received was not short of her spreading her wings. However, because he was familiar with the content somewhere, he had no choice but to glance at Aiden the whole time he read it.