“I’ll take this!”
Before the armored man could finish speaking, Qin Qing reached through the air and pulled the red lacquered wooden box into her grasp.
Her red lips curved into a pleased arc. “This gift, I like it very much.”
Qin Qing raised her arm, her delicate wrist turning lightly as she drew talismans in the air with her bare hand.
Her movements flowed like water, completed in one smooth stroke!
A “Satiety Talisman” imprinted with the Golden Light of Merit was completed in the blink of an eye.
“Go!”
Qin Qing pushed her palm forward.
The talisman, radiating brilliant golden light, enveloped the armored man and the other lost souls.
In the next instant, the talisman released an enticing aroma of Incense Essence that made the ghosts drool and swallow their saliva.
The lost souls’ Ghost Eyes lit up with eerie green light. They craned their long necks, greedily inhaling the food’s Incense Essence.
Soon, their hollow, empty stomachs were no longer sunken, and their pale, ghastly faces regained a semblance of how they looked in life.
Qin Qing leaned against a tree trunk, waiting for the lost souls to devour the Incense Essence clean.
She tossed the red lacquered wooden box in her palm, a playful look on her face as amusement spread through her eyes.
Who would have thought.
The female lead’s Golden Finger had actually fallen into her hands.
It wasn’t that she particularly coveted the thing—it was just that intercepting the female lead’s Golden Finger brought her great satisfaction.
“Thank you, Master, for the incense meal!”
The armored man, now glowing with vitality, led the lost souls in offering Qin Qing their sincere gratitude.
Qin Qing lifted her eyelids, her voice indifferent: “Since you’ve eaten your fill, it’s time to be on your way.”
She glanced at the bodyguard nearby, who looked like he was questioning his entire existence, and tossed the red lacquered wooden box into his arms.
“Keep this safe!”
Qin Qing stepped forward, her fingertips quickly forming hand seals as her lips parted, each word crisp and clear.
“The underworld has its path, the Gate of the Underworld opens, lost souls return swiftly, tarry not in the mortal realm!”
A golden light materialized in the void, rapidly extending outward as a massive entrance revealed itself.
The lost souls floating below were wrapped in golden light one after another, lifted by an invisible force, and sent through the Gate of the Underworld.
When only the armored man remained, he first bowed deeply to Qin Qing, then returned the most solemn military salute, expressing his most sincere gratitude.
Fine beads of sweat formed on Qin Qing’s forehead. She gritted her teeth and said in a low voice: “The living and the dead have their boundaries—I can’t hold this for long. Your ties to this world are severed; there’s no need to remain in the mortal realm!”
The armored man nodded seriously, then leaped in a single bound, charging straight through the shimmering golden Gate of the Underworld.
“Whoosh—”
Qin Qing withdrew her hands, her Mystic Power completely depleted. Her body swayed, and she began to fall straight toward the ground.
Her inner voice let out a silent scream.
Damn it!
This was a huge loss!
Her Life-Sustaining Malevolent Aura was completely spent too!
As Qin Qing’s body pitched downward, a pair of large hands reached out and firmly caught her around her soft, slender waist.
“Enjoying the moonlight all alone out here, my lady? Isn’t that a bit lonely?”
Hot breath brushed past Qin Qing’s ear, and a familiar teasing male voice followed into her ears.
Qin Qing whipped her head around, staring at Fu Shuheng with delighted surprise, her gaze burning with intense longing.
“Lord Fu, let me kiss you a couple more times!”
She grabbed the collar of the man’s silk pajamas and pulled him down, wanting to steal a kiss to sustain her life.
But the pull didn’t budge him!
Fu Shuheng looked down at Qin Qing calmly, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly, his dark, ink-black eyes swirling with danger.
Qin Qing finally understood.
It was only because Fu Shuheng had cooperated before that she’d been able to kiss him.
Now that the man wasn’t cooperating, she grew frantic and annoyed: “Give me a couple of kisses now! Without Malevolent Aura to sustain my life, I’ll die!”
Fu Shuheng’s fingertip brushed lightly over Qin Qing’s lips, his voice low and seductive.
“You want it? Come take it yourself.”
Qin Qing hooked her leg around the man’s long leg, climbing up him like a beautiful serpent, locking her long legs around his powerful waist. She lowered her head, aiming for Fu Shuheng’s slightly pursed lips.
Just as she was about to reach him, her grip gave out—the silk fabric of his pajamas was too slippery.
Fu Shuheng’s hands caught her hips, seemingly quite satisfied with the feel, and gave a light smack.
“Smack—!”
Qin Qing’s expression froze, staring at Fu Shuheng in disbelief.
“What… what did you just do?”
This had to be a hallucination, right? No one had ever dared to do that to her!
Fu Shuheng’s eyes held a smile, his tone rising at the end: “Didn’t my lady want Malevolent Aura? This way, you can suck your fill.”
Qin Qing’s consciousness was already on the verge of collapse. She forced herself to ignore the warm palm on her rear and said in exasperation: “You’d better keep your word!”
If she didn’t drain this man dry, she’d never rest!
Fu Shuheng teased with an air of casual ease, while Qin Qing’s ears burned red with embarrassment. The ambiguous atmosphere spread silently between them.
Qin Qing stared at the man’s impossibly handsome face, wrapped her arms around his neck, and lowered her head to kiss him.
Perhaps it was true that practice makes perfect.
This time, Qin Qing didn’t dive in for a bite. Instead, she used clever force to part his thin lips and draw out the Malevolent Aura she craved.
Fu Shuheng hoisted her up by the hips and kissed her back without a care for who might see.
An unending stream of Malevolent Aura surged into Qin Qing’s body, and a faint, satisfied sound escaped between her lips and teeth.
Their breaths intertwined as they kissed fiercely.
The air around them grew hot and thick with tension.
The bodyguards, as if struck by a Body-Freezing Technique, all lowered their heads in unison, not daring to make a single sound.
Fu Shuheng’s kiss deepened, and Qin Qing’s breathing grew erratic.
“Enough… enough! No more!”
Qin Qing pressed her hand against the man’s shoulder, pushing at him with barely any strength.
Fu Shuheng’s breathing remained steady, his predatory dark eyes fixed on the young woman. His fingertips traced her water-stained lips, his voice low and husky.
“The sky hasn’t even brightened yet. The wedding night you owe me, my wife, should be made up for now.”
“Mmm—”
Qin Qing lazily sprawled against the man’s chest, letting out a soft nasal hum.
Fu Shuheng scooped her up in his arms and bent to step into the car behind them.
The moment she was in the car, Qin Qing’s body went limp as she fell into a deep sleep. The transcendence ritual for the lost souls had drained her strength, and her body, now satiated with Malevolent Aura, automatically entered a state of rest.
Fu Shuheng, stirred to a burning heat by her teasing, stared at her serene sleeping face, his Adam’s apple bobbing several times.
He let out a breath of exasperated laughter and reached out to pinch Qin Qing’s cheek.
When Qin Qing opened her eyes, the daylight outside was already bright and full.
She had slept wonderfully—the Malevolent Aura filling her body left her brimming with energy.
Qin Qing stretched and got out of bed, catching sight of the marriage certificate on the bedside table. She picked it up and flipped through it—it was her and Fu Shuheng’s marriage certificate.
The two people in the photo wore stern, unsmiling expressions. They didn’t look like a married couple; they looked like strangers who had just met.
Qin Qing smiled faintly, wondering where the photo had been photoshopped from and whether the certificate was even real.
She tossed it back to its original spot and headed toward the bathroom.
When Qin Qing came downstairs, she saw Yao Jin, his face deathly pale and sporting a pair of panda eyes, standing beside Fu Shuheng reporting something.
When Yao Jin spotted Qin Qing, his eyes brightened slightly, and he put on an obsequious, fawning expression.
“Little sister-in-law is up? Your food is kept warm for you in the kitchen.”
Qin Qing looked at Yao Jin limping as he walked, then glanced at Fu Shuheng, who remained silent, radiating a low-pressure aura.
She spoke with a bright smile. “Morning!”
Seeing that her cousin had no intention of speaking, Yao Jin said dryly, “Little sister-in-law, it’s already noon.”
Smack!
Qin Qing slapped Yao Jin on the back.
“Ow—”
Yao Jin let out a miserable howl.
“I know it’s noon.” Qin Qing’s tone was teasing. “Did your Bloody Calamity from last night come true or not?”