Xia Ji mumbled to herself, and finally fell asleep at the table.
Ling Yue looked at the sleeping Xia Ji, somewhat lost in thought.
They had been together for many, many years. In the beginning, he indeed pursued her zealously because of her beauty, not caring about her past, nor caring that she had a son who happened to be their mortal enemy. He just wanted to cherish such a beauty in his arms.
As the Hall Master of Lingyou Hall, he could have any beauty he wanted, but a beauty as stunning as Xia Ji was unique in the world.
He liked her to the point where he couldn't extricate himself, expending all his efforts until he finally won her as his wife.
He didn't mind her malice one bit; he even liked her petty whims. His woman could be as unruly as she wanted. As long as she was happy, he was willing to do anything for her.
