I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 745

Slender jade fingers, feeling with a trace of dread his firmness and fiery heat, Verafia’s golden but slightly hazy, trembling and rippling luster spread through the gorgeous brilliant gold.
A gift to a girl, also entrusting herself to her lover… likewise, a symbol of receiving him.
As a perfect bride, becoming his wife… but, in the end, still wanting to have him?
Indeed, whether as a man or a girl… towards a lover, likewise, just wanting to possess selfishly?
Suddenly, a trace of crystal tear flowed from her eyes.
“Veer?” the boy’s voice was filled with fear.
She shook her head, a radiant smile blooming on her flawless face, but let herself be wet by a line of tears, “I was just thinking… I, indeed, have always been a selfish girl…”
“No. I, too, want to have Veer by myself… If Veer isn’t by my side, and there’s someone else, I’ll go mad.”
Anderdun embraced her. They both cast aside their clothes, embracing in the most intimate way, her delicate skin able to fully enjoy the boy’s warm body temperature, the powerful beating of his heart, and his firm and strong chest.
“Actually, I’ve always wanted to have Ig, to completely give myself to Ig.”
The girl lowered her butterfly head onto his shoulder, her exquisite eyelashes, wet with flower dew, trembling slightly. She parted her tender, delicate lips, revealing a smile:
“I was thinking, I don’t want to be a burden to Ig, I don’t want Ig to always miss me in the future, I can’t escape such sadness, that’s why I refused… But now, suddenly, I regret it, I want to become your wife, I want to have you…”
Her delicate lips were sealed, her slender little tongue gently stirred.
“Veer, you really are a silly girl…”
His palm stroked her silky golden hair, the starlight and moonlight scattering, making it even more radiant.
This is his girl. Having seen her sweetness, how could his heart accommodate anyone else?
Even if they hadn’t taken that most intimate step, hadn’t truly made her his girl, how could he forget his girl? Whether Misella, or Little Fei… even this foolish girl, who by herself created the young girl for the End, how could he accept that.
Anderdun carefully wiped away a crystal tear from the girl’s snowy cheeks, “Moreover, now, Veer is my wife.”
“Ig’s little wife…”
The girl’s slender eyelashes fluttered, and she murmured. These were words repeated many times in the nightfall and dreams.
She just wanted to be a complete girl, to have her happiness and sweetness, even if only for a fleeting moment.
But, why, does it still hurt so much…
Is it because of endless greed?
Despite having a whole night of joy and sweetness, why, at the end, could she not bear it?
Her slender jade hands tightly held Ander. Her tender chest pressed close, as if wanting to merge her heartbeat with the boy’s.
“I’m very unwilling. I don’t want to be separated from Ig…”
Like the willful words of a young girl. But, in an instant, it moistened Ander’s eyes, the suppressed grief in his heart like a surging tide.
He had once thought of parting from the girl. At that time, she was the noble Goddess Princess, and he, only a mere mortal… He had once thought that perhaps the girl would shed tears for him sadly.
But, when he truly bore it himself, he found it truly unbearable.
He held his girl tighter.
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“Anderdun…”
The girl softly called his name, her emotions lingering, her voice filled with a heart-wrenching tremor, like fragile glass.
“I’m sorry… I should be strong, I always asked you to be happy, but in the end, I was the one who became sad.”
Verafia shifted her delicate body, her pink jade lotus legs parting, and sat on his body with her tender moon petal-like buttocks. She revealed everything that belonged to her in his gaze, her pure white hills and valleys, a trace of moistness like sweet honey.
“Anderdun, in the end, possess me…”
Verafia said softly, her beautiful pupils, obscured by exquisite eyelashes, were wet, it was unclear whether it was tears of sorrow or the tenderness of a young girl.
As if struck through the heart by grief. Ander froze in place, like a solidified doll, unmoving.
Smiling sweetly, Verafia actively guided his hand. Her slender waist trembled lightly, her delicate skin rubbing as if seeking.
She had memories of men, and should have known how to please the physiology and instincts of another man.
But, now, she was just a girl…
Another trace of sadness welled up in her heart. She pouted a little aggrievedly.
Even if… even if you’re leaving… but, right now, I’m still your little wife, how can you be so proactive as a girl?
A girl’s emotions are truly strange. She was so sad just now, how could she suddenly feel wronged by such a small emotion?
Suddenly, a familiar palm climbed up her slender waist, her delicate body trembled, and her golden eyes were smudged with shyness.
“Veer…”
He called her name again. This time, it was not just gentle, but a hard-to-imagine weight, like a heavy mountain pressing down on him.
His palm slowly slid down, touching her round and elegantly curved pink legs, his movements paused, then he gently pushed her apart.
“Mmm.”
A trace of slight coolness touched the slender white, like shimmering, delicate moonlight.
Verafia felt a hint of shyness, and in the corner of her eyes, she saw that Ander could no longer bear it, and her heart immediately spawned a trace of fear.
The boy’s movements paused.
“Veer, is it, your first time? Will it hurt?”
Seeing his hesitant gaze.
This idiot, why is he asking what he already knows! Otherwise, why would this young lady be afraid…
But, she can’t lose face in front of this guy.
Like a proud swan, Verafia raised her small face, “How, is it possible, this young lady, is the Goddess Princess. How could she fear you, this guy?”
“Mm… Veer, I’ve always been here.”
The boy said. He raised his long sword, its blade emitting a blazing heat, as if embracing the girl.
Although she had just spoken with an arrogant voice, at this moment, Verafia nervously nestled in the boy’s arms, her beautiful eyes, covered by eyelashes, closed in fear.
“Waa!”
The girl let out a soft cry. Her small, delicate teeth unconsciously bit into the boy’s shoulder, biting into flesh and blood, and blood flowed out.
Anderdun did not move, did not heal with demonic power, as if he just wanted to feel the girl’s pain as much as possible, even if it was insignificant.
The moving crimson, droplet by droplet, fell onto the snow-white skin, blooming like a delicate flower.
This is his girl. His goddess, his Princess Highness.
That is his lover.
…
The moonlight and the night sky flowed away silently, until the thin dawn light scattered upon them.
After the pain and the sweetness, the beautiful and delicate girl slept soundly in his arms, connected as if there wasn’t a single gap.
The thin sunlight fell on her face, and on her snow-clean skin, a strand of gold reflected a brilliant luster.
The young girl was tranquil and peaceful, her tender lips curled softly, as if immersed in a sweet dream.
Anderdun gently stroked the girl’s beautiful golden hair, his movements soft, as if afraid of disturbing her sweet dream.
The sun replaced the night… then, his moon has also fallen asleep, right?
Anderdun touched her silently, still feeling the familiar temperature, the familiar softness of the girl. But…
He raised his face and suddenly uttered a somewhat cold voice.
“Anderdun, what you said, I will do.”