As his words fell, the air grew eerily quiet.
Not only was Shen Xin shocked, even Qin Weiji himself was astonished.
After uttering those words, he lightly pressed his lips together and leaned against her motionlessly, sinking into deep contemplation.
Why had he spoken such words?
They were far too frivolous and unrestrained!
Moreover, why had he inexplicably and uncontrollably felt compelled to return after leaving?
He clearly knew she couldn’t possibly break through his barrier—how could she escape?
Yet he had returned anyway. It seemed imprisoning her was no longer enough to ease his mind; he needed to bind her, lock her securely, ensuring she wouldn’t even dare entertain thoughts of fleeing.
Could this be his inner demon?
Was he being controlled by it?
The career-focused system helplessly chimed in: 【It seems the Divine Lord cannot let the Divine Maiden leave his side even a step until he completely eradicates his inner demon.】
After all, Qin Weiji’s inner demon was exceptionally potent.
His corruption index had been fluctuating. Though it had previously dropped to zero while he was healing in the Immortal World, it had now risen to 5% in this short span.
Fortunately, as long as Qin Weiji held Shen Xin, or even just maintained physical contact with her, his corruption index would stabilize and cease rising.
Naturally, if he could kiss her, the index would decrease.
But the moment Qin Weiji released her and distanced himself, his corruption index would climb again, the speed varying with his emotional fluctuations.
This was extremely perilous. If Shen Xin weren’t by his side and he experienced a major emotional upheaval, his corruption index could skyrocket, making it all too easy for him to undergo Demonization.
Even without Demonization, if others detected the Demonic Energy within Qin Weiji, it would be highly dangerous.
Qin Weiji furrowed his brow. Not let her leave his side?
Wouldn’t that mean he’d be driven mad by her, potentially accelerating his corruption?
As Qin Weiji fell silent in thought, Shen Xin was too stunned to speak.
Was this “y-card” so powerful that it could transform the aloof Divine Lord into an overbearing CEO?
Then again, Qin Weiji was never truly an aloof Divine Lord to begin with—his demeanor was merely a facade.
Only Xiao Ai was chattering excitedly in the Divine Sense, exclaiming things like, 【Ahhh, so domineering and manly! Quick, quick, let him bind you, let him do it! Even if I die in his embrace, I’d still love it.】
“?”
Shen Xin: “Honestly, you’re not really a Love Brain system at all, are you? You’re just a lust-obsessed system.”
【Can love and action be separated? Of course, love requires action—without it, what kind of love is that? The more you do, the more you love; the more you love, the more you do.】
Xiao Ai was dedicated to brainwashing Shen Xin, but Shen Xin was curious, “Then tell me, has he fallen in love with me?”
Xiao Ai flattered: 【Of course, host, you’re so beautiful—no man could resist.】
Shen Xin chuckled, “You’re talking about the female lead, aren’t you?”
She pouted slightly, “Speaking of which, he’s quite strange. He clearly doesn’t like me, yet he always asks me to kiss him? Before, he mentioned proof, and during healing, he said something about pain? I approach him to increase favorability, but what about him? Why does he act so ambiguously intimate?”
Before Xiao Ai could respond, her slightly pouted lips suddenly felt a cool touch.
Startled, Shen Xin snapped back to reality—it was Qin Weiji gently pressing his finger against her lips.
His emotions were evidently complex, tinged with danger, as he asked, “Shen Yaoyao, is it you?”
The two remained in a position akin to a wall slam, with him circling her waist with one hand, leaning down so close their breaths mingled.
As their breaths intertwined, Shen Xin’s gaze involuntarily fell upon the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye. Puzzled, she asked, “Me what?”
His tone was heavy. “This Divine Lord’s inner demon.”
While speaking, his finger slid downward from her lips, slowly tracing from her chin to her slender neck.
His cool fingertips brushed against the vital pulse on her neck. She was fragile—with just a slight exertion, he could crush her.
Yet Shen Xin only grew more bewildered. “What inner demon?”
Her confused expression seemed genuine. Qin Weiji stared into her eyes for a moment before releasing her.
She truly appeared unaware. Even though he knew clearly that his inner demon must be connected to her—that the source of his emotional turmoil originated from her.
Ever since she plunged the god-slaying sword into her own heart, only to cause him excruciating pain in his.
That was when the inner demon entered his body.
But since she didn’t know, he wouldn’t press her. Straightening up, he resumed his usual tone. “Stay here obediently.”
Shen Xin snapped back to reality. Seeing him about to turn away, she hastily grabbed his sleeve. “Are you leaving again?”
Seriously? Just like that?
Xiao Ai coughed lightly. [After all, he is the Divine Lord. Being able to bewilder him for a moment is already quite an achievement.]
Shen Xin had no energy to retort at the moment, only gripping Qin Weiji tightly in her distress.
If he left, she would truly be trapped here.
Qin Weiji lowered his gaze to look at his sleeve clutched in her hand. “Let go.”
“Won’t let go.”
Not only did Shen Xin refuse, she decisively tightened her grip on his wrist.
Qin Weiji’s brow twitched with restraint as he snapped sharply, “Let go!”
“Won’t let go.”
Rarely stubborn, Shen Xin tightened her slender fingers, firmly entwining around his wrist.
But to him, her strength was truly insignificant—he could easily push her away with minimal effort.
Just as he was gathering divine power in his hand, she suddenly coughed twice.
Qin Weiji paused, watching as she covered her chest, her brow slightly furrowed. Even her eyes glistened with unshed tears as she spoke in a frail, pitiful tone, “The injuries from the East Sea haven’t fully healed yet. My chest hurts so much.”
She coughed twice more while speaking. With a gentle blink, teardrops rolled down her cheeks as she whimpered pitifully, “Husband, don’t lock me here alone. If my injuries worsen and I die here, no one would even know…”
Her skin was naturally pale like fresh snow and morning frost. Now with tearful, hazy eyes, she truly appeared pale and fragile in her sickly state.
Qin Weiji’s eyelid twitched as he scoffed coldly, “Don’t worry. If you die, the divine lamp will extinguish, and this lord will naturally know.”
Shen Xin, “…”
She fell silent for a moment before asking, “But husband, aren’t you injured too? Have you fully recovered?”
She was actually quite curious.
His injuries were what she had transferred over, magnified a hundredfold. Had that Medicine Immortal cured him so easily?
Qin Weiji merely sneered coldly. “Do you think this lord is as useless as you?”
His injuries could heal with his own divine power. Visiting Song Wen was only because the immortal’s healing abilities complemented his divine power, allowing him to recover faster.
Shen Xin pouted even more. “I am useless. But since I’m so useless, husband, you really shouldn’t abandon me.”
She spoke such words without any trace of shame.
But Qin Weiji laughed mockingly. “If you know you’re useless, then focus on cultivation. Don’t think about meddling in others’ affairs.”
Shen Xin, “…”
This man was truly impervious to all persuasion.
She gritted her teeth and released his wrist.
Just as Qin Weiji thought she had given up, she took half a step forward, wrapped her arms around his waist, and held him tightly.
Pressing her soft body against his chest like a clinging dodder vine, she shamelessly insisted, “I don’t care. You can’t abandon me or lock me away. I can’t live without you—I’d rather die than be apart from you…”
A throbbing pain pulsed at Qin Weiji’s temples. He truly had never encountered such a… clingy woman.
No wonder she drove men to obsession. With this kind of persistent, tormenting attachment, what man could remain a gentleman?
Yet the moment he thought of those other men—imagining Shen Xin might have clung to them just like this, pressing her soft body against theirs, allowing their frivolous caresses—his emotions began to churn again.
Fortunately, Shen Xin was right here in his arms, so his corruption index didn’t rise.
But watching her cling to him so shamelessly still made him uncontrollably restless.
Clenching his jaw, he called her name, “Shen Yaoyao!”
Shen Xin held him tightly, oblivious to the danger in his tone, and rambled on, “Besides, how is it meddling? Shouldn’t the Demon God be destroyed? As a High God, isn’t the safety of the Six Realms my responsibility too? And more importantly, the reason I want to destroy the Demon God is mostly for… mmm…”
Before she could utter the word “you,” her mouth was sealed.
Shen Xin’s eyes widened, but all she could see clearly was the teardrop mole right before her eyes…
He was kissing her again.
Her eyelashes fluttered as she felt the slight pressure on her lips, even a faintly painful suckling.
Well, not kissing—he was biting her.
As if her lips were something edible, he held them, nibbling and sucking repeatedly.
It hurt a little, yet carried a tingling numbness.
Shen Xin didn’t struggle or push him away. Instead, she tightened her arms around his lean waist, drawing closer, tilting her head up slightly to make it easier for him to bite.
She slowly closed her eyes, soft and docile, pressing herself against his chest.
She admitted that even if her feelings for him were mostly an act, this man’s intimacy didn’t disgust her in the slightest.
In fact, she felt somewhat tempted to sink into it.
It seemed the brain-dead system had a point—love really is made through action.
For strangers, intimacy is the fastest way to bridge the gap.
Besides, even without love, what woman could refuse closeness with a man like this?
Or perhaps the aura of this 18+ world had influenced her, making her more… shameless.
The only slight dissatisfaction was that this man seemed genuinely clueless about kissing, only knowing how to bite randomly.
Truly an innocent Divine Lord.
But that thought didn’t last long. Her eyelashes suddenly fluttered.
Because, after biting her for a while, he skillfully parted her lips…
So much for innocence.
Now, however, Shen Xin had no mind to complain. All her senses focused on their lips and teeth. Her heart trembled intensely, knowing what would come next—he would kiss her, a real kiss.
Yet at that very moment, he suddenly stopped, released her, and even stepped back slightly.
Shen Xin was momentarily dazed, opening her eyes in confusion to look at him, puzzled.
Perhaps because he was moved by emotion, the corners of his eyes flushed red, making the teardrop mole beneath them even more alluring. His gaze remained lowered, not looking at her eyes but fixed on her tender lips, swollen and red from his biting.
His fingers gently stroked her lips as he asked in a low voice, “Does it feel good?”
Shen Xin’s face flushed like spring blossoms, yet she nodded honestly.
Qin Weiji chuckled softly, his fingertips tracing slowly along the seam of her lips, his voice growing even softer and huskier. “Do you want to feel even better?”
Shen Xin instinctively wanted to bite her lip, but remembering his fingers were there, she stiffened and restrained herself.
Blushing, she slid her hands from his firm waist upward, encircling his neck.
Rising on her tiptoes, though utterly embarrassed, she forced herself to press closer to him again. Her voice softened, a mix of coquettishness and pride, “Husband, kiss me~”
Shen Xin wasn’t one for excessive affectation. Besides, in her view, such matters didn’t call for pretense—pleasure was pleasure, desire was desire.
Yet Qin Weiji’s eyes narrowed slightly, amber irises clouded with dark mist.
Her boldness did not improve his mood; instead, it fueled his irritation.
It was as though dark threads tightly bound his heart, gradually tightening until he could scarcely breathe.
Even though his corruption index had reset to zero, he remained uncontrollably restless, even angry.
He couldn’t help wondering, who had molded her into this shameless state?
Qin Weiji didn’t understand what had come over him in such a short time. It seemed that ever since Shen Xin declared her love for him and refused to divorce, everything had veered off course.
He was entangled by a sudden inner demon, losing control whenever he faced her.
Yet, paradoxically, she was both his inner demon and his antidote.
Now, as she actively leaned in asking for a kiss, he merely pinched her chin, halting her attempt to press her lips to his.
Under her bewildered gaze, his thumb brushed gently over her delicate skin as he drawled lazily, “If you want to feel even better, you’ll have to take the initiative yourself.”
With that, he bent his head, lightly grazing her already swollen lips with his own, his movements slow and seductive. “Open your mouth yourself, and come kiss me.”
If Shen Xin loved him, she might have been bewitched by his irresistibly provocative demeanor.
She might have been unable to resist following his command, actively kissing him.
But the present Shen Xin, jolted back to awareness by his words, sobered from the intimacy he had just offered.
That indifferent tone, those frivolous words—they hardly seemed directed at someone he liked.
He truly did not care for her.
Of course, how could there be affection when his favorability was negative, and deeply so?
Clearly, he was only drawing close to her, being intimate with her, for some ulterior motive.
Fortunately, Shen Xin didn’t care for him either, even if she occasionally lost herself in their closeness.
So, she wasn’t overly distressed.
It was merely a mutual performance.
That he had an agenda was all the better.
It meant she still held value to him now, and no matter how capriciously she acted, he could do nothing about it.
She could use this time to diligently boost his favorability, striving to provoke and anger him, to drive him toward corruption.
With this thought, Shen Xin’s lips curved into a sweet, obedient smile as she replied gently, “Alright.”
Qin Weiji watched her, leisurely waiting.
Just as he had previously imagined, he waited for her to come and kiss his lips herself.
Shen Xin was indeed very obedient, tiptoeing closer to him and slowly pressing her red lips against his.
Her movements were slow, deliberately seductive, dragging out the moment until Qin Weiji was nearly impatient before she obediently parted her lips…
Qin Weiji closed his eyes in satisfaction, waiting for her to enter his mouth, but she suddenly revealed her small white teeth and forcefully bit his lower lip.
The force was heavy, instantly spreading the metallic scent of blood.
Qin Weiji grunted in pain, his hand tightening around her waist, making her whimper softly from the pain.
He opened his eyes, his voice instantly cold as he gritted his teeth, “Shen Yaoyao!”
Shen Xin flustered and stepped back, looking at him with confusion and innocence, “What’s wrong?”
Qin Weiji’s expression darkened, “What were you doing?”
“Kissing you.”
Shen Xin’s expression remained natural as she glanced at his lower lip, which she had bitten, a drop of blood welling up, adding a touch of wicked charm to his cold demeanor.
She then hesitated slightly, “Isn’t this how you’re supposed to kiss?”
Qin Weiji narrowed his eyes. She raised her hand, gently wiping the blood from his lips, and cooed softly, “I don’t know how to kiss, and I’ve never kissed anyone else. Isn’t this how you taught me? I just couldn’t control my strength, that’s all.”
After saying this, she lifted her sparkling eyes to look at him, “But don’t worry, husband, I’m a fast learner. Next time, I promise I’ll bite… gentler~”
She wanted to infuriate him, to see if he would turn dark and twisted!
Qin Weiji looked into her sincere and bright eyes and suddenly sneered inwardly.
Hah~ What a little troublemaker!