Chapter 72: Was it a ghost?
At first, she thought she could sleep in until morning. Unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, a rumbling thunder struck and shattered Le Yao Yao's dream.
Le Yao Yao was caught by surprise and swiftly sat up from her bed as she turned her head towards the opened carved wooden window.
The clear sky was now covered by black looming clouds. There wasn't a gleam of light.
In addition, the thunder sounded like it was going to split the sky in half. It was terrifying.
Based on the scenery, a violent rainstorm was unavoidable.
Le Yao Yao hopped off the bed and decided to shut her windows. Strangely, the moment she got off her bed, she heard a low sobbing.
At first, Le Yao Yao thought she had mistaken.
After all, this was where Prince Rui lived. There were only a man that was scarier than a devil, and two secret agents. Why would any of them be crying?
So, she must be wrong!
Thinking of this, Le Yao Yao shook her head and went to close her window. Once again, she decided to go back to sleep. But just as she was about to fall asleep, the low sobbing struck again! This time, it sounded very clear in this quiet night.
Oh God! Someone was crying!
And the sobbing was nearby!
But the King of Hell was living next to her. Even if you beat her up, she wouldn't believe the King of Hell would cry…
But if it wasn't the King of Hell, then it was…
The moment she thought of this, Le Yao Yao felt her blood run cold.
Especially since the low sobbing sounded so closeby….what if it comes to her? Oh God! Please no! She was scared! Daddy, save me!!!
Le Yao Yao wrapped herself tightly in her blanket in this hot night as she continuously prayed to Jesus, Guanyin and the Goddess of Mercy. But it was no use.
Most likely, it was in the middle of the night and all the Gods were asleep and were too busy to care about her. There was no indicator that the low sobbing was going to stop.
By now, Le Yao Yao had cold sweat running down her back.
Oh God! It was really hot hiding in this blanket!
After all, it was nearly summer and she had closed her window. There was thunder rumbling outside, but the violent rainstorm hadn't started yet. In this windless and moonless night, the air was extra hot and dry.
Originally, Le Yao Yao thought as long as she hid herself inside the blanket, the ghost wouldn't find her. But she was just lying to herself.
After the ghost wept for awhile, Le Yao Yao's initial fear began to gradually turn into doubt.
After all, the proximity of the sobbing was so close. The King of Hell should also be able to hear it. Then, why wasn't he doing anything about it?!
Strange. Very strange indeed!
Unless, it wasn't from a ghost, but….
Le Yao Yao was shocked and unconvinced. But in the end, she couldn't hold back her curiosity. So, she slowly crawled out of bed with her blanket around her and headed towards the source of the sobbing.
After she lightly pushed opened her door, she was faced with the King of Hell's bedroom door.
The King of Hell's door was shut, so Le Yao Yao decided to lean against it for some clues first.
Surprisingly, the moment her face touched the door, the carved wooden door was pushed open by her.
"Huh? He didn't lock his door?"
But she didn't have time to over analyze, because the sobbing was even more evident now.
Oh God! The King of Hell…h-h- he he he was crying?!?
Le Yao Yao felt like she was bombed by this realization. Her stunned pupils expanded and her small mouth was open. But she was no longer as scared.
After all, it wasn't a ghost!
But after Le Yao Yao sighed a breath of relief, her nosy mind began to stir.
Being nosy was a woman's innate trait. Le Yao Yao was no exception!
But, you can't blame her.
After all, normally, the King of Hell was always so cold and heartless; proud and distant. He had an iceberg face that looked like it will never melt. In addition, when he swept his cold eyes, the icy air that it emitted could freeze a person to death!
Such a man….cries??
Currently, Le Yao Yao was debating whether she should go back to bed or go take a look at the King of Hell.
But since the King of Hell was so unstable, she didn't really dare to go towards him.
She was afraid if the King of Hell realized she had seen him in this disgraceful state, he would be so ashamed that he would "ka cha" her brain.
Thinking of this, Le Yao Yao subconsciously backed up a step. Ai ya, her life was more important! She shouldn't be nosy!
Le Yao Yao quickly turned around and decided to mind her own business and return to her room.
But at this moment, the sky suddenly made a *hong long* sound that sounded like the sky had split in half. Immediately following was a fearful cry from the King of Hell that couldn't be concealed.
Le Yao Yao paused in mid-step and crinkled her black brows. She appeared to be hesitating.
Ultimately, she lightly bit her lower lip and decided to press her luck.
"Aaaii. I'll go see if he's ok!"
After all, during her crucial moments, the King of Hell had rescued her. Now that he was afraid, she obviously can't let him die and not save him?
*Cough cough* she was exaggerating a bit. But she was the type to be grateful and sought to repay kindness. So, after thinking this through, Le Yao Yao turned around and pushed opened the carved wooden doors and entered at a slow pace.
The King of Hell's room was extremely big. There was an embroidered carpet of flowers over the limestone floor. So when people walked on it, no footsteps could be heard.
Although the room was pitch dark, Le Yao Yao was already used to the line of sight. Furthermore, there was faint lighting coming from outside the window, so Le Yao Yao was able to clearly see her surroundings and wouldn't trip over that sort of thing.
In no time, Le Yao Yao had arrived on the side of a huge lavish black sandalwood bed.
There was a light muslin hanging from the outside of the bed that hid the interior*.*Imagine something like this but Ancient China style. I couldn’t find one on google
But the low sobbing was definitely coming from within.
Hearing this, Le Yao Yao first licked her dry lower lips and then decided to probe.
"Prince Rui, are you ok?!"
After calling a few times, the King of Hell made no response aside from the sad sobbing sounds.
Seeing this, Le Yao Yao frowned and reached her small hand inside to gently push the muslin aside.
But before she could react, a strong body flew into her arms. Following was the low sexy voice –
"Wuwu…please don't kick me out…."
Le Yao Yao was totally caught off guard by this. She did not expect such a heavy weight to land on her, and she couldn't help but staggered a few steps. Fortunately, there was a pair of muscular arms holding her tightly. Or else, she would definitely have fell over with four limbs in the air.
But what the heck was going on?
Le Yao Yao lowered her head and her face turned stiff.
The person that was embracing her was the King of Hell! In addition, she could clearly see his face. He wasn't awake and his eyes were tightly shut. Furthermore, his brows were all crinkled and his cheeks were hot with tears running down his face….
"Eh…*cough cough* Damn it… so painful…"
Le Yao Yao kept trying to put herself out of his grasp, but she couldn't escape. If he continued to wrap his arms so forcefully around her, she was going to die!
Perhaps, the King of Hell could sense Le Yao Yao's sufferings and subconsciously lessened his grip. Yet, he had no intentions of letting her go.
Through her struggles, Le Yao Yao suddenly tripped over her own legs and accidentally "ah" and fell over.
Wow, this bed is really big and comfy! It is literally softer than her spring mattress from the future! Plus, it is more elastic!
But after she twisted and turned, her entire body froze.
Because, she was on top of the King of Hell!
The King of Hell was very tall. He was no less than 180cm. In addition, he was very fit and muscular. He had just the right amount of meat to make him like a comfortable bed.
The moment Le Yao Yao realized she was on top of the King of Hell, she quickly struggled to escape. She must leave before he wakes up!
But although the King of Hell was in sleep mode, he had no intentions of letting her go. In fact, he had his arms around her waist like a pair of iron pincers. She was unable to make a single move.