The sky gradually brightened. After a night of dreams, the rain that had poured for seven consecutive days finally stopped, but the sky remained gloomy and oppressive, without a trace of sunlight.
After seven days and nights of being ravaged by violent winds and torrential rain, the land was left in complete disarray. Murky, filthy water covered everything, and at first glance, it looked like a vast ocean.
Reports of landslides came one after another, while more and more areas were swallowed by floodwaters.
Early that morning, a horrifying scream rang out from an urban village.
The heartrending cry echoed through the sky, piercing the damp air and reaching countless households, stirring deep fear in the hearts of everyone who heard it.
When curious people waded through the floodwaters to investigate, creatures with blue faces and sharp fangs suddenly rushed out of the stairwell and sank their teeth into their necks.
Blood sprayed out like a fountain, splattering the gray-black walls and leaving behind gruesome stains that made anyone who witnessed the scene feel their scalp go numb.
Someone saw the horrifying scene through the peephole, their face turning deathly pale as they hurriedly covered their mouth with both hands, their terrified eyes nearly bulging from their sockets.
Scenes like this began unfolding across the world, but because the floods had disrupted the internet in many places, news of what was happening did not reach the public immediately.
Qiao Anran had just been awakened by a kiss. Although she knew that today would mark the bloody beginning of the apocalypse, she was powerless and could neither rely on the supernatural abilities of gods and immortals nor awaken any special powers of her own.
In this chaotic apocalypse, simply being able to protect herself would already be something to be grateful for.
Fortunately, this time, Li Cangchen was by her side. Even if they encountered danger, she could hide inside his spiritual space and change the tragic fate of being devoured by zombies.
She slowly opened her beautiful eyelashes, which resembled butterfly wings, and met his eyes filled with a faint smile. Almost instinctively, she raised her little hand and gently touched his thick, well-shaped eyebrows.
That face was truly capable of captivating all living beings. Not only had it completely bewitched her in reality, but even in her dreams, it had nearly caused her to lose herself.
She still remembered the ending of last night’s dream. In that familiar dilapidated temple, after she had thrown herself into his arms, he had held her the entire time, chatting gently with her without putting her down again.
After the rain stopped, she had only spent half an hour with him before abandoning the restraint expected of a young lady. With both arms around his shoulders and neck, she had rubbed her little head against the crook of his neck and spoken in a soft, coquettish voice.
“Brother Prince, I only have you now. Will you wait for me to grow up and become my husband?”
Remembering what she had said in the dream, Qiao Anran’s cheeks involuntarily flushed. With a face like his, he truly could captivate men and women of all ages.
Even at only seven years old in the dream, she had already been unable to resist the thought of making him hers.
In the end, she had even boldly kissed the side of his face, which he never allowed anyone to approach, and left him with one final declaration.
“You must wait for me to grow up and become my husband.”
At the time, the entire scene had been so silent that it seemed frozen in place. The guards had looked terrified, as though they had seen a ghost, after watching her recklessly kiss him.
The sensation had been so real, as though she had truly experienced those events in the past.
Slowly pulling herself away from the dream, she slipped her little hand out from beneath the covers and willingly wrapped it around his neck. Tilting her head up, she kissed his sensual lips.
Their lips touched and parted almost immediately, while a seductive, delicate smile danced across her sparkling eyes.
At that moment, Qiao Anran was so beautiful that Li Cangchen, who was half leaning over her, lost control of his thoughts and breathing.
Desire flickered in his eyes. Unable to resist, he lowered his upper body, wanting to deepen the addictive kiss.
But the next second, a slender, delicate index finger rose and pressed against his lips, preventing him from getting his way.
Qiao Anran tilted her little head and blinked her radiant eyes as she smiled at him. “Tell me honestly, are you some kind of demon in disguise?”
“Hmm?” With his lips blocked, Li Cangchen raised an eyebrow and uttered a questioning sound.
A strange, unreadable gleam flashed through his deep eyes so quickly that it was almost impossible to notice.
He supported himself with one hand beside her pillow and looked down at her. The two flames burning in his eyes were especially obvious and heated.
With his other slender hand, he gently caressed her soft, rosy cheek. He did not seem to care whether she discovered his “secret.”
He parted his lips, extended the tip of his tongue, and curled it around her slender fingertip.
He drew it into his mouth and slowly licked it.
A sudden tingling sensation shot from her fingertip straight to her heart, making her body tremble slightly as though she had been struck by electricity.
She instinctively tried to withdraw her finger, but he held onto it with his teeth and refused to let go.
Seeing that he had no intention of releasing her, Qiao Anran could only force herself to ignore the strange tingling sensation, steady her mind, and continue what she had been saying.
“You entered my dream last night, and you took advantage of me!”
When she said the words “took advantage,” her voice noticeably lacked confidence, and her eyes shifted evasively.
As for who had actually taken advantage of whom, the two of them clearly had their own opinions.
Only after reaching the second joint of her index finger did Li Cangchen finally part his lips and release the fingertip, which glistened with moisture. A curve appeared at the corner of his lips as he lowered himself and leaned close to her ear.
“You are my legitimate little wife. Being intimate with one another and sharing the union of yin and yang is only natural.”
Whether a thousand years ago or a thousand years from now, she could only ever be his little princess consort.
As soon as he finished speaking, he kissed her small, rounded earlobe, sometimes taking it between his lips and sometimes gently caressing it with his lips and teeth, indulging in the utmost tenderness.
The sensation sent waves through her mind as though electricity were coursing through it. Her eyes became misty with moisture, making her look especially alluring.
Her eyelashes trembled, while her ears and neck flushed crimson. “You…”
Before she could finish her refusal, his heated lips had already moved from her earlobe along her cheek and captured her sweet, rosy lips.
Her eyes were filled with moisture and her cheeks were flushed, making her look like a breathtaking flower just waiting to bloom, so beautiful that it awakened an irresistible desire to claim her completely.
The sandalwood fragrance lingering around her nose grew increasingly intense. Under its influence, her consciousness gradually dissolved into confusion, leaving her able only to follow his rhythm.
Her taste was simply too intoxicating, and her soft, jelly-like lips made him want to keep them between his own forever.
Her face flushed from his kisses, her chest rising and falling as soft moans escaped her repeatedly.
On this passionate morning, Li Cangchen no longer restrained his awakened desire and repeatedly indulged in their intimacy.
By the time he finally carried her into his spiritual space to bathe, it was already noon.
She leaned sleepily against his bare chest. Her slender neck, which had not yet been covered by the spiritual liquid, was dotted with vivid red marks like blooming roses.
Her legs were weak and sore, leaving her with no strength even to complain about how many times he had taken her that morning.