Si Jin hooked her arm around the other person's neck.

With slightly calloused fingertips, he lightly brushed his Adam's apple and asked with a smile, "So what if it's not kind of you?"

According to psychology, disobedient patients should be locked up by doctors.

Si Jin paused slightly, realizing that her personality had been changed to Ji Yuan.

This night is unlikely to end well.

God has no desires.

But these dimensions have been messed up by this guy, and he's also somewhat...

But since things have come to this, we can only say, "Let's do whatever Dr. Ji says."

Lowering and slowing down one's voice can instantly sway anyone's rationality.

As she collapsed, Si Jin was still thinking: After dealing with the matters of Tian Ce Palace, I need to go to Ghost City to see what Ji Linyuan's inner demons really are.

But soon, with the switch in personality, his thoughts and emotions were completely disrupted.

Physiological tears fell drop by drop.

Si Jin narrowed her eyes and gripped the man's shoulders tightly.

Without any hesitation, several clear scratch marks were left on the other person's back.

… …

The next day, Si Jin went to bed very late, just like always.

No one can have any energy if they stay up all night.

The personality of "Ji Linyuan" stopped at the end, carrying Si Jin out of the bathroom, putting him back in the quilt, and holding him tightly.

However, Ji Linyuan did not intend to rest.

He lowered his head and began to count the blue and purple marks on Si Jin's body one by one.

After counting for a while, she would whisper "brother" in his ear a few times, as if trying to verify something, deliberately not wanting Si Jin to fall asleep.

"Brother, does it still hurt? Where does it hurt?"

"Is it real pain or just faking it?"

Don't lie to me~

The numerous, seemingly trivial questions made Si Jin anxious.

The deity lazily raised his eyelids and smiled humbly at the puppy-like personality beside him.

The next moment, he turned and threw the person off the bed: "Alright, you can feel for yourself whether it hurts or not."

Ji Linyuan was thrown and his elbow turned red, but he could clearly feel the pain creeping up his arm.

It really hurts, it's not a dream!

He really did embrace this man who had captured his heart at first sight and who always went along with him.

Jinjin is right in front of him. Once he catches her, he'll never let her go again.

Ji Linyuan stood up, put on his clothes, and instead of being angry, he ran to Si Jin's side with great interest, bent down, and kissed his forehead.

She gently coaxed, "Ever since we came back from the ghost town, I've been having nightmares. The few better dreams I have are all fake."

"Last time in the glass room, I wanted to check on you while feeding you porridge, but I was defeated by my own cowardice."

"Brother, I was wrong, I know now. Meeting you wasn't a dream. Yesterday... I was too harsh. It was my fault. I'll go cook for you."

After saying that, he got up and was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stood up, Si Jin grabbed his hand.

The god seemed truly exhausted, too lazy even to lift his eyelids, yet still drowsily placed a kiss on Ji Linyuan's hand, releasing some divine power to cover the small red patch on his arm.

Q: "Did you hurt yourself when you fell?"

Ji Linyuan's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly replied, "No...no..."

Her subordinates, however, gripped Si Jin's hand even tighter.

Gentle and demure, she's irresistible! I want her so badly...

"That's good." Si Jin let go of him, speaking casually and matter-of-factly: "Go on, I want to drink pine nut and corn porridge."

"Mmm." Ji Linyuan turned around, his heart bubbling with sweetness.

However, as soon as the door opened, an annoying voice rang out: "Where's Lin Sijin? Tell him to get out here right now, the Lin family patriarch is here!"

Under the brocade quilt, Si Jin frowned impatiently: "What is it now?"

"It's nothing," Ji Linyuan said. "Brother, you get some sleep. I'm going to cook."

After saying that, he closed the door and went out.

He bit his finger, dripped a drop of blood outside the Sijin Gate, and used the power of the Ghost City Lord that he had absorbed into his body to create a soundproof barrier.

Only after confirming that the group wouldn't disturb Jinjin did he feel relieved enough to walk out.

Do these useless people really think he survived in the ghost town by sheer luck?

Today, anyone who dares to be reckless and disturb his wife's sleep will be punished.

Then...

Kill, none, pardon.