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Miller gave Louis a cold look, and the hinted butler remained unfazed, wiping his face with a handkerchief and then instructing a nearby servant to bring the horse.
Soon, everyone's attention shifted to the position of the Wedding couple.
Because of the public eye, Vanzhou Family Master for some reason took the tall black steed brought by the servant and mounted it in the saddle.
Miller smirked, surveyed the scene, then reached out to Daphne, pulling her onto the horse and sitting in front of her.
"Grab onto my clothes," he said in a low voice, then with his left hand around her slender waist, he lifted the reins and created a gust of wind, riding the horse out of the crowd.
"Lord Vanthro!?"
The guests were caught off guard and could only move aside as the rampaging black horse even overturned several tables.
Daphne's carefully pinned headscarf was blown off by the gust of wind, scattering her hair. The sensation of her scalp being pulled made her cry out in pain.
"Where are we going, big brother?" She rubbed the back of her head and held onto Miller in his black suit, shouting in his arms.
"I don't know either. Let's just let it run like this for now."
Miller He held her shoulders tightly, lowered his head, and took a bite of her tender, rosy, and crystal-clear lips.
"So sweet," he sighed.
Daphne was giggling uncontrollably on the horse, hugging Miller around the waist and asking loudly, "Is it okay if we go to the city? I want to go take a look."
"No!" He wouldn't let anyone see Daphne like this again.
With an idea in mind, Miller controlled the reins and urged the horse towards the desolate mountaintop. After about half an hour of bouncing, the horse couldn't run on the narrow mountain path anymore. Miller tightened the reins and dismounted with Daphne.
Daphne tidied up her dress, raised her hand to touch her wind-blown hair, and angrily pinched Miller's waist: "It's all your fault, I feel like a madwoman now."
Miller put his arm around her shoulder, raised his right hand to mess up his own hair even more, and with a messy light brown bird's nest on his head, looked at Daphne and laughed: "How about it, Flora, are you feeling any happier?"
Daphne wanted to muster up the courage, but failed again, smiling and pounding his chest: "No!"
Miller held her hand, placed it on his heart, and looked at her with deep meaning in his eyes.
He said, "Flora, will you marry me? Shouldn't we change the way we address each other?"
Daphne tilted her head in confusion, her golden hair obediently falling over her face. "Change the way we address each other?"
"Yes." Miller stared at her intently and coaxed, "Now that we are husband and wife, what should you call me?"
"Miller?"
Upon seeing her brother shake his head, Daphne pondered for a moment and her eyes lit up: "Darling? My sweetheart?"
Ahem.
Miller blushed and gently touched her soft hair, saying deeply, "This kind of address... you can't call me that in front of others. If we have guests, you have to call me 'master of the house,' you know?"
"But..." he continued, "if it's just the two of us... or when Louis is not around, you can call me that, no need to be shy about it."
Daphne saw his flushed ears and chuckled, covering her mouth with her hand.
"Flora?"
Daphne smiled and nodded, "Yes, okay."
Miller looked at her helplessly, took her hand, and slowly walked up the path, unknowingly reaching the edge of a cliff. The cliff was covered with twisted and sturdy trees, one of which even extended out from the cliff horizontally.
"Do we really have to go up there..." Daphne hesitated, holding onto her brother's waist.
Miller patted her head and comforted her: "It's okay, don't be afraid, this tree is very sturdy."
Anyway, even if you fall, you won't die. There's a way up from below, and you can also walk back by yourself.
So Miller pulled her to the tree trunk and they sat down slowly.
"Wow..." Daphne swung her legs, looked down at the empty and dark valley below, and sighed, "So high."
"But my dresses are all dirty," she looked at Miller with a unhappy expression on her face.
"It's okay, I'll make you some new ones later."
Miller hugged her and kissed her on the forehead.
"Darling...?" Daphne felt his further movement, the uneasy feeling of being suspended in mid-air made her push away from Miller's chest. "Don't... it's too high here."
"It has to be this high," Miller said hoarsely, pressing her against the tree trunk and tearing off her wedding dress.
"?!"
Daphne shrank her shoulders, and he happened to trap her underneath him. Miller buried his head, his eyes turning deep red, and he bit her neck, then his right hand moved down to start undoing his clothes.
"Miller..." Daphne stared at the high-hanging moon, her voice trembling, "There's a cliff below, it's too, too high, I might fall."
"I won't let it happen, I will protect you."
Miller swallowed her blood, slowly entering her, and their bodies tensed together.
Daphne She tugged at his collar, gripping her brother's huge shaft tightly due to nervousness, but she was getting wetter and wetter down there.
Miller A low growl of a wild beast escaped his throat as he pressed down on her shoulders, starting to thrust at a frantic speed. His sister's grip down there was just too tight, and his coarse, heavy moans were filled with pain and pleasure.
"Flora, I love you..."
Daphne clung tightly to his waist, feeling both anxious and excited. "You have to hold me tight..."
"Okay, my darling... my darling."
He kept calling out, each time hitting the deepest point.
At the last moment, the Fire Tree Silver Flower ignited in both of their minds together.
"Flora, Flora..." Miller found her lips and kissed them gently.
Daphne relaxed all over and closed her eyes, hugging Miller around the neck, responding to him intermittently.
"How long will we be together like this?"
Miller held her, his arms gradually tightening around her. He leaned in to Daphne's ear and whispered, "Until you grow tired of living in this world."
Daphne blinked, wiped away the tears from the corner of her eye, and asked with some curiosity, "How will we die?"
Miller chuckled and pulled her into his embrace, sitting up from the rough tree trunk. "Just like my father, if you don't want to live on after, then give birth to an heir for me. He can find a way to let us sleep forever."
Daphne lay against his chest, closing her eyes again. "I love you, Miller."
"I love you too."
Miller held her quietly, without changing his posture, until the ink color on the horizon turned into deep blue.
Before the sun rose, he held Daphne and jumped back from the tree trunk to the cliff, walking back to the castle, heading towards their new life.
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