Yin Yanxiu: ”?”
The young woman moved quickly. Before Yin Yanxiu could even process why there was a girl lying in his bed calling him “husband” the moment he woke up, she had already thrown herself into his arms, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist.
Rong Yao’s Demon King husband had a terrible temper. In order to survive at his side, Rong Yao had gone to great lengths to smooth the Great Demon King’s fur.
After spending so long by his side, Rong Yao had learned that the Great Demon King responded to softness, not force. He loved it when she acted coquettish with him—especially when she softened her voice in bed and called him ”husband.”
Gradually, over time, Rong Yao grew used to it.
Whenever she opened her eyes and saw the Great Demon King still sleeping beside her, she would habitually go over and hug him, calling him ”husband.”
Sometimes, habit really was a terrifying thing.
Take right now, for instance. After Rong Yao had softly called him “husband” and gone over to hug him, she opened her eyes, looked around at the dilapidated room, and her heart lurched violently.
Only then did she suddenly remember—she seemed to have been reborn!
She clutched the young man’s clothes, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.
Wh… what should she do?
Rong Yao’s mind tangled itself into a knot. How… how was she supposed to explain this?
Yin Yanxiu looked down at the girl clinging tightly to him, her body trembling slightly. His eyes darkened, and then, without mercy, he reached out and gripped her throat, forcing her to tilt her head back and meet his gaze.
Rong Yao’s eyes crashed straight into the young man’s icy gaze.
Under the bright light, Rong Yao finally got a clear look at his face.
The young man’s skin was extremely pale, especially those indifferent, heartless eyes, which seemed like the depths of a dark, still well.
There was a faint bruised shadow beneath his eyelids. Though he carried a hint of sickly frailty, his face was still astonishingly beautiful.
The young man’s grip on her throat tightened. In his eyes, Rong Yao saw intense killing intent.
She was the one who had come to kill him—so how had it ended up with her being strangled by him instead!
He hadn’t even given her a chance to explain before ruthlessly squeezing her throat.
Her breath was gradually stolen away. Rong Yao’s small face flushed red in an instant, her slender white hands clutching tightly at the young man’s wrist. “Mmgh… le… let go!”
Because of her struggling, the collar that had been pulled up slipped down, exposing most of her fair skin. On her snow-white neck, the purple tooth mark was glaringly obvious.
The next second, Yin Yanxiu felt as if his fingertips had been scalded, and he abruptly released his grip.
Freed from the restraint on her neck, Rong Yao collapsed onto the bed.
“Cough… cough…” She covered her throat, her small face flushed crimson as she coughed repeatedly.
“Who sent you?”
From who knows where, the young man produced a sword, its bloodthirsty, coldly gleaming blade pressed against her neck.
Rong Yao was so frightened she didn’t dare move. The icy blade pressed against her—as if the slightest movement would cause it to slice open her slender little neck.
“I… I…”
Rong Yao’s mind went completely blank with fear, leaving her no time to think.
The young man’s face was dark and gloomy. When she couldn’t produce a single word after a long while, killing intent had already taken root in his heart. Just as he was about to slice open her poor little neck with the blade—
The girl suddenly closed her eyes, gathered her courage, and with her crimson lips parting, blurted out: “I… I like you!”
I like you!
Yin Yanxiu: “?”
After Rong Yao shouted, the surroundings fell into a deathly silence.
This seemed to be the most plausible excuse for why she had appeared here.
Rong Yao opened her eyes trembling with fear, only to see the young man’s cold eyes fixed firmly on her.
The next second, he suddenly burst out laughing. “Hahahaha…”
That gloomy, eerie laughter sent chills crawling up one’s scalp.
Yin Yanxiu: “You say you—like me?”
Hearing this, Rong Yao nodded frantically. “I… I like you.”
The young man’s expression immediately turned strange. He said nothing more, but his expression seemed to tell her to keep talking.
To save her own life, Rong Yao could only steel herself and continue: “I… yesterday I saw you being bullied by Tang Zhi and the others, and your arm was injured, so I came at night to bring you medicine…”
The moment she mentioned Tang Zhi, the young man’s eyes turned cold.
To make him believe her, Rong Yao actually pulled out a bottle of wound salve from her person. “I was going to leave the wound salve by your bedside, but before I could put it down, you suddenly reached out and pulled me onto the bed, and…”
As she spoke, Rong Yao seemed to recall something too embarrassing to say, and instinctively touched the bite mark on her neck. “You… you even bit me…”
Rong Yao’s story sounded utterly convincing—the shy look of someone who had brought medicine for the person she secretly loved, only to be pulled onto the bed and bitten.
Yin Yanxiu looked at the Love Gu Mark of the Nine-Tailed Clan surfacing on the girl’s neck, his expression grim.
He never could have imagined that his Heat Cycle would suddenly arrive last night, and that this woman, of all people, would end up being marked by him.
The Love Gu of the Nine-Tailed Clan…
Thinking of the effects of being struck by the Love Gu, Yin Yanxiu pressed his thin lips tightly, watching the girl coldly as she continued explaining herself.
He knew her. Tang Zhi called her Junior Sister Yaoyao. Rong Yao, Elder Wuchen’s disciple.
Heh. She said she liked him. How interesting!
“You like me, huh?”
Yin Yanxiu slowly lowered the sword in his hand and curled his lips into a smile at Rong Yao. “Fine. Come over and kiss me, and I’ll believe everything you said.”
“K-kiss you?”
Rong Yao was stunned. It was… that simple?
Seeing the girl’s shocked expression, Yin Yanxiu instinctively assumed she was unwilling.
He sneered inwardly, thinking it would be better to just kill her.
Then the girl on the bed rose to her feet, her jade-white hands gripping his sleeve tightly. Her faint fragrance drifted into his nose. Yin Yanxiu watched her coldly, not retreating a single step.
Naturally, he didn’t believe this woman would lower herself to kiss him—a half-demon despised by everyone.
He sneered inwardly, weighing whether to reach out and snap her neck directly, or run his sword through her chest—when the girl’s face drew closer, and a slightly cool, soft object pressed against his thin lips. Her kiss was light, a fleeting touch like a dragonfly skimming the water.
Rong Yao pulled away after just one kiss.
Such a kiss was simple enough for her, but not for her Demon King husband. Her husband, Yin Yanxiu, loved kissing her, but he never cared for these fleeting, dragonfly-light kisses.
His way of kissing was rough and demanding, always leaving her breathless.
Sometimes, when she made him angry and tried to appease him with a kiss, he would always complain that she was clumsy, scoffing that she didn’t even know how to kiss someone—and every time, he had to teach her personally.
After the kiss, Rong Yao studied Yin Yanxiu’s expression, only to see the young man’s eyes dark and gloomy—he didn’t look pleased at all.
Rong Yao finally understood. Whether it was the Yin Yanxiu of his youth or the Demon King he would one day become, his perverted nature had never changed.
Seeing him motionless, Rong Yao assumed he was dissatisfied with her fleeting, butterfly-light kiss.
She hooked her arms around his neck, planning to kiss him the way he had taught her in her past life.
But before her lips could even touch his, the back of her neck was suddenly seized by the young man…