Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

In the center of the town, the windows and balconies of the houses on both sides were crowded with onlookers, and the main street was cleared and covered with a brand new red carpet.

At the end of the red carpet is a small church with a pointed roof. Its doors are now open and melodious singing can be heard floating out from inside.

"It's a wedding," Lord quickly concluded from the excited chatter around them. "It's a human union ceremony."

Celie looked at the small church, then at the excited crowds on both sides of the street who were throwing flower petals, with a hint of pure confusion in her eyes.

"I can't understand it. So many people and so much resources were spent just to announce the union of two people? Human preferences are really strange."

Throughout her long life, elves' unions usually took place in the quiet and private forests, never attracting so many onlookers.

"Um, I feel like you seem to have misunderstood something. It's just a simple ceremony to tell everyone that the two of them are going to be together."

“I still don’t understand.”

Lord smiled, his eyes sweeping across the faces. "Perhaps, for them, this isn't just a ceremony, but also a way to share joy, accept everyone's blessings, and spread this happiness." He pointed to the church entrance. "Look, there should be their relatives and friends there."

Just then, the church bells rang loudly.

The crowd cheered even louder.

The church door was wide open, and a newlywed couple in their best attire walked out slowly, surrounded by their relatives and friends.

The groom was wearing a black suit. Although Celie had never seen such a tight-fitting black suit before, she had seen similar ones, so she didn't find it too strange.

And the bride...

Celia's attention was instantly attracted.

The bride wore a pure white wedding dress.

It was a kind of clothing that Celie had never seen before, but it was extremely complicated and gorgeous.

Layers of lace outline the slender waist; the wide skirt gleams like pearls in the sunlight.

The veil covered the bride's bunted hair, and the edges were decorated with crystals, reflecting tiny rays of light as the bride walked.

She had a shy but bright smile on her face. Celie had never seen such a smile before. It was very beautiful, as beautiful as a blooming flower of life.

Lord's gaze involuntarily fell on the bride, simply admiring the most beautiful moment belonging to a human girl.

Looking at the pure white wedding dress that symbolizes the vow, an idea suddenly popped up without warning.

He turned his head and looked at the elf lady beside him. He subconsciously said, "Celiai," with a hint of amusement in his voice, "I'm suddenly curious, what would you look like if you put on this dress?"

Celie was concentrating on gazing at the bride's wide dress, which she thought was beautiful but totally inconvenient for movement. Upon hearing this, she turned her head and looked at Lord.

There was a flash of surprise in his eyes, and then it turned into a look as if he was looking at an idiot.

"Me?" She pointed at herself, then at the bride who was moving so cautiously that she even needed the bridesmaid's help to hold up her skirt, her tone full of disgust.

"Impossible! This dress, aside from looking pretty, is useless for anything else. Furthermore, it looks like it's made of just ordinary cloth. A simple fire spell would turn it to ashes." She paused, then concluded, "It's completely impractical."

Lord was amused by Celie's series of comments based on the battle mage's perspective.

He imagined Celie wearing a gorgeous wedding dress, but she was talking seriously about how the wide skirt made it inconvenient for her to dodge, and even how the wedding dress on her head would block her vision.

That picture is so contrasting.

"Ahem," Lord suppressed his laughter, his eyes filled with unquestionable anticipation, "but I want to see it."

These five simple words seem to carry some kind of magic.

Celie was about to continue commenting on the uselessness of the wedding dress when the words got stuck in her throat.

She looked at the undisguised expectation in Lord's deep eyes, and her heart seemed to be gently bumped by something and skipped a beat.

She was silent.

Time seemed to pause for a few seconds amidst the noisy background music of the wedding.

Celie lowered her eyes, and the strands of hair on her head cast a small shadow on her fair cheek.

She seemed to be thinking very seriously.

Weighing the inconvenience of wearing this suit in combat with

The proportion of satisfying Lord's boring wish.

Finally, she seemed to have made up her mind and raised her head again. Although the disgust in her eyes had not completely disappeared, there was a hint of indescribable compromise?

She avoided Lord's sight, looked elsewhere, and said in a calm tone:

"...If you really want to see it," she paused, as if making a difficult decision, "it's not impossible."

The smile on Lord's face deepened instantly, almost overflowing.

Chapter 210 Just like the wedding between you and me

He was about to say something, but Celie quickly turned her gaze to the groom who was waving to the crowd with his bride.

There is no word "suffering a loss" in Miss Elf's dictionary!

She raised her finger, pointed precisely at the figure in the black dress, and looked at Lord with the principle of fair trade:

"Then you should wear that too."

Lord followed her finger and saw the groom's well-tailored black suit.

Looking at Celie's serious expression, he was stunned at first, and then a more ambiguous idea came to his mind.

He leaned forward slightly, leaning close to Celie's ear, his breath brushing against her ear, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"Then, I'll wear that, and you wear this." He pointed at the groom and then pointed meaningfully in the bride's direction. "That way, wouldn't it be like we're having a wedding?"

boom--!

As soon as Lord finished speaking, Celie's brain seemed to crash!

All her thoughts, all her rational analysis, and all her principles of not wanting to suffer any loss, disappeared without a trace.

Have a wedding! ?

Myself and Lord! ?

This thought was like the most advanced magic, instantly breaking through all her defenses.

She was just thinking about not being the only one who suffered the loss, and she didn't realize the deeper meaning represented by the combination of these two sets of clothes.

Lord's light-hearted teasing accurately hit the hidden corner of her heart that she had never realized.

An indescribable feeling of panic began to spread, mixed with great shyness and a deeper heat wave.

They rushed from the soles of the feet to the top of the head in an instant.

Celia felt her cheeks were very hot, for no reason, and even her ears and neck became extremely hot in an instant.

She suddenly lowered her head, trying to cover her instantly red cheeks with her falling blonde hair, but her disordered breathing exposed her current mood.

Lord observed Celie's reaction.

Although her face could not be seen clearly because she lowered her head, the rosy neck and ears alone explained everything.

It seems that I am one step closer to my goal.

The little master who didn't understand love has begun to gradually understand this feeling.

On the other side, Celie tried hard to control the turbulent emotions in her heart, not letting them overflow at all, and wanted to maintain her usual calmness.

But it's totally useless.

She could even feel Lord looking at her with a playful look.

That gaze made her feel more at a loss than any high-level magic lock.

The noisy wedding scene seemed to fade away in an instant, everything around her seemed to gradually disappear, and the whole world was left with only her and the man beside her.

After a long time, so long that the newlyweds had already boarded the carriage and began to tour the city.

It took so long that the scattered petals fell on her shoulders before Celie finally managed to suppress the wave of shame that was almost drowning her.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to look up.

The blush on her cheeks had not yet completely faded, but she tried to make her eyes look calm.

She looked at Lord and found that he was still looking at her with such a gentle gaze.

Celia's heartbeat began to accelerate uncontrollably again.

She looked at Lord, at his eyes that reflected her current embarrassment, and a thought emerged very clearly:

This man, what he just said...was it really just a joke?

Her voice was much lower than usual, and she asked cautiously:

"Are you serious?"

The voice was so quiet that it was almost drowned out by the surrounding noise.

But Lord heard it clearly.

The smile on his face began to fade, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness.

He didn't answer immediately, but just stared at her quietly.

All they could see was the other person.

In Lord's world, the only one left is the elf lady in front of him who has been with him for thousands of years. She is emotionally indifferent but has made all exceptions for him. Now she begins to understand love.

Time seemed to freeze again.

But this time it didn't last too long, but in Celie's eyes, it seemed like a long time.

She felt her heart beating so fast that it almost stopped, and she waited silently for Lord's answer.

Finally, Lord responded.

He did not answer with words, but reached out and picked up the white petal from Celia's long golden hair.

His fingertips accidentally brushed against her still hot earlobe.

Then he leaned over slightly and whispered in her ear:

"As long as you want, Celie."

"anytime."