Chapter 474: Just like this king, I only recognize you in this life

Xiyan's few words were as light as a feather, but they were so hot that they shook Xiao Nanyue all over.

He looked down at her, his eyes filled with a deeper burning heat.

He tightened his grip on her shoulders and arms slightly: "Yan Yan, this time, is there no reluctance at all?"

Xiyan did not answer, but raised her moist eyes and looked into his eyes, in which her figure was clearly reflected, with an unprecedented honesty and desire.

She took the initiative to move forward and kissed him gently on the lips.

Xiao Nanyan felt his heart pounding, as if it was about to jump out of his chest:

"Yan Yan... leave the rest to me."

The light and shadow outside the gauze curtain gradually dimmed. The wind blew through the window lattice, rolling up a few fallen leaves, but it could not blow away the increasingly strong ambiguity in the tent.

He carefully avoided the wound, his movements were filled with hidden restraint, but also concealed a desire that had been suppressed for too long. Every touch was like describing a treasure that had been lost and found again.

Xiyan was tense at first, but later she felt weak all over after being kissed by him. She could only cling to his shoulders, letting the familiar feeling of desire spread through her limbs, drowning all her worries and embarrassment in his low breathing.

The candlelight in the tent flickered, reflecting the intertwined figures, and even the air became sticky.

He whispered "Yan Yan" in her ear, his voice hoarse with passion, and she could only bite her lips, swallowing all the sounds in her throat, leaving only the wetness on her eyelashes and the watery light overflowing from the corners of her eyes, which she couldn't tell whether it was shame or something else.

It was unknown how long it took before the noise in the tent gradually subsided.

Xiao Nanyue lay on his side, holding Xiyan tightly in his arms, his chest heaving slightly, and a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead.

Xi Yan leaned against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, her fingertips gently brushing across his taut waistline, her voice as thin as a mosquito:

"Your injury hasn't healed yet..."

Xiao Nanyan chuckled and kissed the top of her head, his voice filled with a lazy satisfaction:

"With a wife like Yanyan, I would be willing to die."

"Don't talk nonsense..." Xiyan hurriedly covered his lips.

Xiao Nanyan tightened his arms and pulled her into his embrace:

"My injury needs Yanyan's daily feeding to heal faster."

Xiyan's cheeks turned red from what he said. She reached out to pinch his waist, but he caught her hand and kissed it gently on his lips.

Xiao Nanyue suddenly turned sideways, took out something from under the pillow, and handed it to Xiyan.

By the flickering candlelight inside the tent, Xiyan saw clearly that it was actually a Xiyan flower jade pendant. However, the white petals became smoother and softer as they were rubbed. She was shocked and asked in a lost voice:

"How did it get into your hands?"

She clearly remembered that when she jumped into the culvert that day, the pendant's chain suddenly broke and sank into the cold culvert water.

At that time, she was disheartened and hopeless. She didn't even have the strength to reach out and grab it. She just thought that it was buried deep in the ditch along with the time she had wasted.

But at this moment, it was lying safely in Xiao Nanyue's palm. In a trance, it seemed to be saying that even if the fate between her and him was cut off by the world, it would eventually be re-entangled in another way.

Xiao Nanyan's fingertips gently stroked the lines on the petals, his voice as low as if soaked in moonlight:

"That day in the dark canal, I searched the bottom like a madman, and finally found it in the mud. The chain broke, so I reattached it and carried it with me day and night, as if... you were still by my side."

He paused, then held the pendant before her eyes, the candlelight dancing on the silver surface.

"Actually, I wanted to give you this pendant five years ago. But back then, I was in a state of disarray, consumed by revenge. I didn't see through my own heart, and I didn't know how to approach you. It wasn't until later that you were struck by the Qimeng Xihun Pill and became my woman..."

Xiyan was stunned when she heard this, and her eyes suddenly became wet.

Xiao Nanyue took her hand and gently put the pendant back around her neck. The translucent jade slid down along her skin, and the small evening primrose flower fell right on her heart, as if it instantly merged with her heartbeat.

He lowered his head and placed a light kiss on the pendant, his voice filled with unquestionable certainty:

"Yanyan, look, it recognizes its master. Just like me, I only recognize you in this life."

(Note: I will post six chapters tomorrow. The main story should be finished on the 27th or 28th. In addition, there are nine chapters of the extra story, which will also be posted before the 31st.)