Chapter 37 Chapter 37 "Not enough."

The thing that Lan Qi mentioned as a substitute for rouge was found in his bedroom and placed in a box that was more than two feet long.

Jiu Zhao opened it and saw a dozen neatly arranged small square boxes inside.

Only then did they realize that these were the flower pollens they had picked and developed together in King Qiongying's flower garden when they visited Nanling last year.

As the name suggests, pollen is a collection of various pollen types. It naturally comes in a variety of colors. Different types have different benefits, but most of them can nourish the skin - they can be used in food, as medicine, to make incense, and of course, as a paint.

These powders, imbued with the spirit of the wood element, were extremely valuable to other immortals, but to Jiu Zhao, they were merely a source of pleasure. After patiently crafting them into finished products, she completely lost interest and simply left them with Lan Qi, never remembering to take them back throughout the year.

Because Jiu Zhao liked Zheng Chi, Lan Qi searched in the box and finally found the rose pollen with a label.

Then draw the strong spiritual spring energy from the palace into it and stir it. Although it is not as good as the real rouge in color retention and long-lastingness, it is still usable.

He patted Jiu Zhao's shoulder and helped her sit up straight. "Don't move around, or you won't pout if the painting gets messed up."

Jiu Zhao agreed while leaning against the long table with his chin slightly raised, in a half-looking-up posture, to make it easier for Lan Qi to paint.

Facts have proved that the more you fear something, the more likely it will come to you.

Perhaps it was because the brush in Lan Qi's hand was a paintbrush, not the makeup brush used by the two fairy officials who served as makeup assistants in the afternoon.

The hairs on the tip of the pen are slightly rough, and when they touch the bottom of the eyelid, they cause a slight itching sensation.

As Lan Qi moved, the itchiness gradually spread like ripples on the surface of a lake.

At first, Jiu Zhao could bear it, but as she endured it, her eyes were attracted by Lan Qi's extremely beautiful face when he was focused, and her sensitive consciousness was infinitely expanded by the brush that was almost drawing into her flesh and blood along her skin -

His composure collapsed, his teeth bit his lower lip, Jiu Zhao trembled slightly, and his lips curled up in a faint arc, as if he was about to smile.

"Don't laugh."

Lan Qi rarely showed his strength and warned her seriously.

Unexpectedly, these words seemed to open a valve, Jiu Zhao's body shook more violently, and a silver bell-like laughter overflowed from his lips.

She remained in the supine position, with her unruly hands hooked on Lan Qi's belt under her neck. With a little force, the young man leaned towards her passively. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and moved the pen away in time, so he didn't draw her as a harlequin cat.

"Zhao Zhao——"

The teased young man called her by her nickname in a doting, slightly annoyed whisper, then reminded her, "Stop laughing! You came to Lingquan Palace secretly without telling anyone. If you were discovered, who knows what kind of chaos would ensue in the Ming Dynasty."

Seeing Jiu Zhao didn't answer, but just stared at him with a silly and sweet smile, he couldn't help but ask, "How do those makeup officials put pen to paper when you look like this? I'm afraid they've been tossing and turning all afternoon, their hands are sore from holding the pen, and they still can't finish the makeup."

“They are not like you.

"That makeup pen doesn't itch at all on my face."

Jiu Zhao was in no mood to let Lan Qi continue trying on his makeup. He held the belt in his hand and pressed him down on the futon. He said with a smile, "Let me serve His Highness Lan Qi and draw a picture for him. Then His Highness will know whether it's me who is too sensitive or the tip of the pen is too rough--"

As she spoke, Lan Qi was half seduced and half forced by her and started to play around.

The tip of the pen, stained with red, scraped across their clothes. When it was half dry, Jing Jiuzhao grabbed it with his backhand and traced the wrong tip of the pen onto his lips.

The red color, which symbolizes orthodoxy and auspiciousness, meets the gentleman with bright and clear eyes, and the thin lips with beautiful lines are dyed with rich colors.

The red was no longer solemn, and when contrasted with the skin that looked as smooth as jade, it seemed to have a more enchanting look.

It's like a saint who has fallen from the altar and turned into an evil and beautiful demon.

“It’s beautiful.”

He placed a stroke on Lan Qi's lips again. As a person obsessed with appearance, Jiu Zhao couldn't help but sigh, "I only knew that you looked like a pure blue lotus in light-colored clothes, but I didn't expect that you would look even more charming in dark colors."

The layers of red and the floral fragrance condensed from roses lingered in the nostrils of both of them.

Hearing Jiu Zhao's sighs becoming more and more inappropriate, Lan Qi, unable to retort, simply held the tip of the pen in his mouth.

Jiu Zhao was unable to pull it out for a moment, but he seized the opportunity to snatch the paintbrush, wiped it with his immortal power, and hung it back on the pen holder on the desk.

"Hey, my pen!"

Jiu Zhao turned around and followed the fairy light, with the heavy body of the young man pressing closer behind him.

Crash——

First, a large object was knocked over by someone, and there was a sudden sound of it falling to the ground.

Looking back, Jiu Zhao found herself being pressed down tightly by Lan Qi from behind. His slender jade-like fingers flashed before her eyes, and he pinched her jaw hard. The sweet and lingering breath immediately descended, and he used his lips as a brush to complete the last touch of makeup on her lips.

Lan Qi didn't go into it too deeply.

It would be more accurate to say that he was concentrating on applying the paint evenly rather than kissing Jiu Zhao.

Jiu Zhao's small, delicate lips were slightly raised but were suppressed by him, and the strong red color faded and thinned, turning into the shy red on the lips of a bride-to-be.

“…So beautiful.”

After finishing the work, Lan Qi imitated her tone and praised it in a deep voice.

His lips were red, and so were hers.

It was as if rose petals were crushed as their lips and teeth rubbed against each other.

Jiu Zhao was still having her chin pinched by him, staring back at him in an awkward posture without blinking.

Jade, pitch black, scarlet, moon white...

Countless colors flowed into Jiuzhao's eyes, turning her pounding heart into a big dye vat.

The calm flesh and blood turned into a stream and flowed, and then from the chest to the abdomen, the internal organs were empty.

Just a kiss, Jiu Zhao felt it was far from enough.

not enough.

"not enough."

Lan Qi heard her mumbling to herself, and whispered to her ear: "...What's not enough?"

"When I was young, I read 'Records of the Three Realms'. It said that among the demons that inhabit the Burning Sea there is a species of spider. During mating and raising children, when the female spider is overwhelmed with passion, she will eat part of her mate. Sometimes it's a foot, sometimes a hand, sometimes the head... Therefore, even if their heads are chopped off, they won't die immediately. Only when their hearts are pierced will their demonic spirits truly dissipate."

In this situation, Lan Qi still patiently listened to the insignificant things Jiu Zhao mentioned. At the end, her voice gradually became lower as she described the demon race, and the emotion in it turned into a childish confusion. "Every time I read this in the past, I just felt it was hard to describe and bloody -

"But why do I actually have an appetite for you now?"

Lan Qi said nothing.

He released his grip on Jiu Zhao and exposed his neck, which symbolized his weakness, to her.

Xunxun said, "When love is deep, it should be like this."

…

Occasionally, Jiu Zhao would be confused about the boundary between gods and demons.

It seems that the gods are praised by the world because of their pure hearts, few desires, and respect for heaven and compassion for mankind.

But Jiu Zhao felt that he had nothing to do with these two words.

Just like now, she was staring at Lan Qi's neck with slightly protruding veins, and a dry swallowing sound came from deep in her throat.

The rampant love has no place to vent and no way to express it.

With Lan Qi's tacit consent, she bit it instinctively.

The blow was so deep that the skin was broken and blood came out. The fishy and sweet taste went straight to the taste buds, temporarily satisfying the surging appetite.

She pulled down the collar of her shirt with the Lanqi crane pattern, changed her position, tried different techniques, and bit it one bite at a time, concentrating on biting out several tiny bloody holes. The strange red on her lips was thus spread all over the strong and young body of the young man.

Lan Qi seemed to feel no pain. He groaned softly, but his pupils were glowing with a fiery light.

He was too familiar with Jiu Zhao. He pressed his fingertips into the half-loose long hair and slid it down, slowly stroking the depression where the back of the neck and spine met - that was where Jiu Zhao's natal phoenix feather was hidden, just like the reverse scale of the dragon clan, it was related to the weak point of life, and ordinary people would die if they touched it.

Also...extraordinarily sensitive.

Jiu Zhao trembled again.

This strange tremor was different from the previous ones. It was not a physical instinct when trying to hold back laughter, but came from the depths of the soul.

All the veins and bones will melt away.

Jiu Zhao was so comfortable that she almost turned back to her original form, stretching her neck and singing like a phoenix. Lan Qi caressed her slowly, until the painted down beneath her eyelids was replaced by real down, and she raised her huge, translucent wings, one on each side, splitting and lowering the bamboo curtains hanging on all sides.

The curtains fell, blocking the view of the moon from peeking into the platform, and blocking the view of the world outside of each other.

He hummed intermittently, and his robe belt was untied.

The tender and unresistible kiss happened again.

As dreams drifted by, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, sometimes far, sometimes near, Jiu Zhao whispered in a voice that was about to ignite, "A mistake even greater than forbidding men and women from meeting on the eve of a wedding is about to be made. Lan Qi, my dear Lan Qi... will you regret it?"

"No regrets."

"You have formed a bond with me and are about to form an alliance. Do you regret it?"

"No regrets."

"So, loving me... do you regret it?"

As soon as the words of transcendence came out, Jiu Zhao's body, which had turned into a pool of spring water, suddenly stiffened.

She, why would she ask this question?

After being together for tens of thousands of years, when she first fell in love with Lan Qi, she asked this question more than once, but Lan Qi never answered.

After so many times, Lan Qi just felt that the relationship between them was too complicated. They were brother and sister, partners, but also a ring that would be missing if one of them was missing.

To answer with "love or not" is too superficial.

Later, Jiu Zhao wisely chose not to ask any more questions.

Now, she actually broke the rules she set.

She felt a burning sensation outside her closed eyelids, and she suddenly opened her eyes. Even when she was aroused, Lan Qi's gaze remained fixed on her.

The anxiety and thoughts in my mind flow for a long time, but in reality they are just a moment.

She heard Lan Qi answer without hesitation: "I love you, Zhao Zhao, I love you."

There was a dark haze in those eyes, a desire to tear it apart and devour it, and a raging desire to break through self-control and take root.

There is also another self of Jiu Zhao who is completely different from the one at this moment, and is completely absorbed in the world.

The young man's love was so obvious, but Jiu Zhao's skin no longer trembled with emotion.

Is this Lan Qi?

No……

This is not Lan Qi.

Jiu Zhao suddenly woke up from his dream and felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave.