Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 67 He’s Her Prince

After her bath, Aurora dashed out of the bathroom at once.

"Rory, I haven't even dried your hair yet."

The woman felt helpless. Aurora seemed completely unaffected by the recent mishap.

If it had been any other child, such an event might have caused severe trauma, yet Aurora acted as if nothing had happened.

"Mom, I'm going to see Julian," Aurora said, hopping and skipping her way to the next

room.

"Alright..."

"Julian, open the door!" Aurora knocked on the tightly shut door.

A few seconds later, the door opened. He was dressed in a sailor's son's white T-shirt and jeans, his fine hair damp and falling across his forehead.

He was much taller than Aurora, looking down from above at the girl in her pink dress, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, dripping water drops from the ends.

"Little bunny, what's wrong?"

Earlier, Aurora had been frantic and frightened in the water and had not really seen the boy's face clearly. Now, she saw him standing before her.

"Julian, you're really handsome!" Aurora blinked.

The boy seemed older than his actual age and bore no trace of youthful boyishness as his peers, his black eyes cold yet deep.

Taking advantage of the door opening, Aurora, petite and agile, slipped into his room. Only then did Julian realize this uninvited little girl was barefoot.

"Aren't you scared?" He thought about the magnitude of the incident, which would normally make any child seek comfort in their parents' arms.

no sign

light footsteps making him wonder

nothing would happen

tried to calm her, knowing that flailing about

were far greater than one could

it to heart. He slowly crouched down before asking, "Why did you want to

things, yet she risked

the time. No one knew if the weather

sea harbored many unknown dangers, and lingering too

ship, he likely would have made the

from the rational perspective of an ordinary person, but how could such a young girl

written that way in

Julian

many stories, like Snow White eating the poisoned apple and the prince waking her, the mermaid who saved the prince who fell

uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away,

of fairy tales,

this time, he was thankful that a fairy tale

bunny, have you

always call

you look just like a bunny when you cry

such an adoring girl

turned her head away as she pouted. "I'm not a bunny. I have

gently poked her cheek

like it!" She beamed with satisfaction. "Julian, what did you want to

were fairy tales of princesses and princes. Did you save us

she understood these things at

thing, and saving people is something entirely different. Besides, how would I know if there was a prince on the ship?

probably all dreamt this way, imagining themselves as

who would come toward