Chapter 573

Perhaps when that scoundrel first scared her, Wen Xin could nod in affirmation.

Hate!

Because He was domineering and unreasonable, and he treated her in various lewd ways, showing her no respect whatsoever.

But after hearing the tragic tales of the ghost and the god, and learning how that out-of-control being was born, she could no longer hate it.

Because she understood that without His existence, perhaps the ghosts and gods would have long since succumbed to the torment of thousands of years of sealing and dissipated.

Hate and madness are terrifying, but they also sustained Him through endless years.

My brother was such a good man; he shouldn't have ended up like that.

So, is He really that bad when He's out of control?

After tonight, Wen Xin no longer felt that way.

Even if he was crazy, didn't he ultimately consider her feelings, control himself, and never really hurt her?

Despite being a terrifying entity bred from darkness, she was able to control herself because of her. How could Wen Xin not be moved?

But it seems He wants her to choose between Him and her brother?

Wen Xin stared blankly at the exquisite mandarin duck embroidery on the quilt, and couldn't help but recall what He had said about her brother being like Him, wanting to make waves with her on the mandarin duck embroidered quilt and possess her wildly...

Wen Xin covered her burning face, wanting to lie back on the bed, but suddenly realized that she was completely naked, her nightgown had just been torn to shreds by some rogue.

The more she thought about it, the redder her face became. Wen Xin quickly opened the drawer on the inside of the bed, took out a spare nightgown and put it on, then huddled under the covers to calm her rapidly beating heart.

I'm so embarrassed, it's all that scoundrel's fault.

Hmph, a gentleman as pure as the moon, like my brother, would never do that.

As for which one to choose, she wouldn't choose at all.

Xiao Jin nodded, drooling, "Ah, right, right, only children make choices; adults want it all."

Hello, hello... Hehe!

Unfortunately, its owner covered it up so tightly that it didn't see the most crucial part.

hateful!

If it crawls under the covers, will its owner beat it to death?

Hehehe...

Wen Xin, whose persona was suddenly shattered by the lewd butterfly: "..."

What exactly is this stupid butterfly, which has been causing trouble for its owner for a hundred years, trying to do?

Startled, Xiao Jin shrank back to reality, shrinking his neck and weakly trying to justify himself, "Master, the ghosts and gods have already left, and there's no one else here. Who are you trying to fool?"

Wen Xin: "..."

Red Rope: "..."

If there were a forehead and hands, Ah Hong would definitely slap her own forehead right now.

It's completely unbelievable that this silly butterfly has nothing wrong with its head.

Is the phrase "Who are you putting on an act for?" meant for the owner?

Chun Chun is recklessly rushing down the road to self-destruction!

Then, unsurprisingly...

Hearing the silly butterfly's pitiful cries, Red Rope sighed in an old-fashioned manner, "Good advice is useless against a butterfly that's courting death... Its food, it's hungry, can we eat now?"

Little Jin hugged his broken wing and sobbed: Get out, you dog leash!

Who is your fan?

After teaching Xiao Jin the principles of being a butterfly, Wen Xin's frustration dissipated considerably.

What's it in?

She was originally a gentle, innocent, and kind-hearted bride.

Xiao Jin: "..."

They were so fragile, innocent, and kind... What had they done wrong to deserve being treated so cruelly by their owner?

Of course, Little Jin, whose wings were still broken, barely had any intelligence left and didn't dare to make a sound. Waaah, if we hit her again, she'd be beaten to death.

The red rope twisted another "SB" emoji on it, who's to blame?

...

The next morning, Wen Xin hastily ate breakfast and then ran to the shrine with a basket containing flowers and offerings.

"elder brother……"

The ghosts and gods on the high platform sat elegantly, just as they always had, provided that one did not look at their faces.

Normally, His appearance is exceptionally beautiful and holy, and His inhuman eyes are full of divinity, which makes people unable to help but revere and bow down.

But now...

His expression remained gentle, yet his face held an indescribable eeriness, like... a stiff mask. With just one glance, one's spirit seemed to be corrupted, and cognition and reason almost reached madness.

But Wenxin had a marriage contract with the ghost, and He would never harm her, so the pollution did not corrupt her.

But that doesn't mean Wen Xin couldn't notice His abnormality, nor does it mean she wasn't afraid.

She suddenly stopped walking, and the basket in her hand fell to the ground, scattering fruit all over the floor.

The smile on the girl's face suddenly turned pale, her clear, watery eyes revealed a hint of fear and unease, and her body went limp uncontrollably.

Just before she fell to the ground, a strong arm caught her slender waist and pulled her into an embrace filled with the scent of sandalwood.

The familiar scent gradually dispelled the fear that had been gripping her heart.

Wen Xin gripped His clothes tightly, her expression filled with surprise and uncertainty. "Brother, brother."

The spirit let her lean against its chest and gently stroked her back. "It's me."

The gentle, familiar voice reached her ears, and Wen Xin's tense body slowly relaxed, but her limbs were still weak, and she could only lean on his chest.

"I'm sorry, I startled you."

The ghost's gentle voice was full of apology.

Wen Xin quickly shook her head and whispered, "No, I was just overreacting... I'm sorry, brother."

"Why are you apologizing to me again?"

The deity sighed softly, took her back to the altar, and explained to her, "Around the fifteenth of August every year, my power will be weakened, and I may look a little scary. If you are afraid, please do not come to the shrine these days."

Wen Xin sat in His lap, her initial unease instantly turning into shyness. If we disregard what that scoundrel had done to her, this must have been the most intimate thing she had ever done with a ghost or god.

But why not come to the shrine?

Wen Xin's face turned pale, and she said in a panic, "I'm not afraid, brother, please don't send me away."

The ghost gently reassured her, "I'm not kicking you out, don't panic."

The girl then relaxed again.

She looked up at Him, her whole being so soft and obedient. "Brother, I was just a little uncomfortable just now, I'll get used to it."

“My brother isn’t scary, so I’m not afraid of him.”

The ghost chuckled softly, affectionately touching her little face, just as it had before. This completely dispelled her instinctive fear, replacing it with worry.

"Brother, the seal on the old house has weakened, and your power has been suppressed. Will this harm you? How long will it take to recover? Will anything else happen during this time?"

Upon hearing this, the ghost paused, his finger stilling, and asked slowly, "You know everything?"

Wen Xin was taken aback, bit her lip, and subconsciously concealed what happened last night, "I... I guessed."

After telling the lie, she was stunned again. Why did she lie to her brother?

Why not tell Him what happened last night?

Wen Xin's mind was in a mess; she felt uneasy, guilty, and even a little ashamed.