Yuan's father said that Feng Rong's consciousness originated from the source, so only You You's aura could soothe it. Originally, as long as she stayed by Feng Rong's side, there would be no problem.

Since returning from the Underworld, Feng Rong suddenly found herself pregnant. She was extremely agitated and incredulous, completely unable to accept this fact, and secluded herself on the Second Peak, becoming withdrawn. Unfortunately, You You had been busy with sect affairs these past few days and hadn't paid much attention to Feng Rong. This resulted in the Source being too far removed from her, unable to receive comfort, which caused its instability and ultimately affected Feng Rong.

You You felt a little guilty, looking at the drowsy man on the bed, even seeing a heartless scumbag in him. She didn't dare leave the room even for a moment, entrusting not only the affairs of the sect to Ling Qi, but also the matter of retrieving the Xuan Water to her father, Yuan. She focused on staying by Feng Rong's side, soothing his primordial consciousness.

Perhaps it was because of the power that had just been transmitted, but Feng Rong's complexion had improved considerably. It wasn't as deathly pale as before, and a faint blush had appeared, a rosy blush unlike his usual angry, frizzy red; it was a pinkish blush within his white skin. He was already exceptionally handsome, but now he looked even more striking.

After looking at it for a while, it's actually...quite tempting.

Youyou's heart softened for no reason. As if bewitched, he leaned closer to take a closer look, only to find that the blush was not only on the side of his face, but also spread down his neck and all the way to his slightly open chest.

He didn't know when, but his collar was ripped open, and although it was fully open, it was hanging precariously on one shoulder, revealing a large area of ​​skin, with layers of blush spreading downwards.

Youyou's hand, which had only intended to pinch the side of his cheek, inexplicably slid down, and she felt an urge to pull open his collar to take a look. But before she could act, the person on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, his misty gaze fixed on her.

"Youyou?"

"Uh..." Youyou froze for a moment, then guiltily withdrew her hand. "You...you're awake?"

"Hmm." Feng Rong's eyes were full of confusion, completely unaware of her little actions.

"Are you feeling any better?" she continued to ask.

A sliver of clarity returned to his eyes, and he frowned as if he had thought of something. "Not good."

"Ah? Then you..." She was about to sit up straight and ask more questions.

Feng Rong suddenly reached out and grabbed You You's hand, which was trying to back away, and pulled him forcefully.

"Feng Rong!" You You lost her balance and was pulled towards him, but he suddenly turned around and pinned her to the inside of the bed.

The next moment, her waist tightened, and a hot body pressed against hers. A stunningly beautiful face, flushed with rosy cheeks, instantly brushed against her forehead, rubbing tenderly. His eyes were filled with a dreamy haze, and his deep voice reached her ear, "Youyou... Youyou..."

The voice was soft and gentle, both tender and aggrieved, as if it carried something sweet, striking her heart again and again.

It's... the kind of person you just want to bully.

Youyou couldn't help but hug the person in front of her back, reaching out to pat his back. "What's wrong?"

He lowered his head, meeting her gaze. The confusion in his eyes hadn't faded, as if he wasn't fully awake yet. He murmured, "I had a dream."

"What dream?" Youyou didn't push him away, but simply reached out and brushed away the stray hairs on his forehead.

“Dream…” He tilted his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly seemed to remember something, and grinned foolishly, “Hehehe… I dreamt that we got married, and then…” He stopped halfway through his sentence, frowned, and looked troubled again.

"And then what happened?"

“Then…” He suddenly looked down at his abdomen and touched it, “You said we should have a baby, and you wanted me to lay eggs for you… One isn’t enough, you want many, many more… If I don’t have enough, you’ll yell at me!” He looked even more aggrieved after saying that.

“Uh…” Youyou’s hand froze. Silly bird, that’s not a dream, you really have one in your belly, you know.

"So...did you agree?"

"Mmm." He nodded obediently and pressed his face against hers again, saying, "I can't bear to... laying eggs is so painful, I can't bear to leave Youyou. If that's the case... I'd rather do it myself."

Youyou's heart skipped a beat. For a moment, she didn't know if he was talking about reality or a dream. She felt a bittersweet feeling in her heart, but something warm was enveloping her. Suddenly, something she had been unsure about became real. After a while, she sighed, "Silly bird."

"..." The person beside her didn't respond anymore, and had closed his eyes again, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep once more. But the hand holding her didn't loosen at all, and all she could hear was the pounding of his heartbeat, as if it were striking her heart.

After a while...

"Feng Rong".

"……Um."

"Once your primordial consciousness is born, let's get married." The rumors have spread so widely within the sect; it's time to give him a proper status.

"Hmm," he responded unconsciously.

After a while...

"What did you say?!" He suddenly opened his eyes, as if he had just understood what she said, and looked at her in disbelief.

Youyou smiled and reached out to stroke his cheek. "Are you willing?"

He stared at her for a long time, his eyes sometimes clear and sometimes hazy, perhaps due to the influence of his primal nature. After a while, he murmured, "No going back on your word, not even in a dream!"

"...Silly bird!" How many dreams like this have you had?

Suddenly, Feng Rong activated his divine power. A flash of red light appeared around him, and a large expanse of seven-colored phoenix feathers appeared instantly, like a blanket, enveloping her completely. Her palms immediately warmed up, and she saw that the only golden tail feather, which he had always hidden so well and which she had only seen once, was now forcefully squeezing into her palm.

His face flushed crimson, and as if afraid she would refuse, he said earnestly, "I've given you my Zhenyu, it's a promise! You can't give it back to me in your dreams next time."

"..." Did he think he was dreaming? Had he forgotten his identity as a demon god and really thought he was a bird, hastily offering up his true feathers?

Youyou sighed, seeing that the other party was still lost in his dream, she couldn't help but chuckle. She glanced at the real feather in her hand, but did not refuse. With a thought, she directly absorbed it into her divine sense, then cupped his face in her hands, tilted her head slightly, and kissed him. "Okay, I won't return it." Consider it a betrothal gift, she accepted it.

Feng Rong froze again, his eyes widening until they fixed on her lips, as if he hadn't expected such a treat. The next moment, his arms tightened around her, and he eagerly pulled her back onto the bed, taking the initiative and pressing himself even closer. But his gaze became hazy again, until he was completely lost in the moment.

The night is deep, and the dream is long...