Chapter 82 082 Obsession He was like a cesspool of evil, tempting...

It was probably because he had been washing for too long and the water had cooled down; after his bath, Yun Tianjiao felt a bit of a headache.

She changed into her nightgown and came out. The heat in her body had subsided, and she even felt a little cold. Her hair, which hung down her back, was still wet and dripping slightly.

Zhiwei lit a very pleasant calming incense. Seeing that Yun Tianjiao's nightgown was damp at the back, she took a cloth and wiped her wet hair.

Perhaps it was Zhiwei's gentle actions that pleased her, or perhaps it was the calming incense that worked, but Yun Tianjiao felt a little dizzy.

She gazed at the person behind her for a long time through the bronze mirror on the table.

"Zhiwei, you are very different from before."

Zhiwei raised her eyes and looked at her through the bronze mirror. "When does Your Highness mean by 'the past'?"

"It was when you were dreaming of General Guiyu, wasn't it? You seemed unapproachable and quite stern back then."

Zhiwei smiled slightly, "Back then, when I couldn't find His Highness, I felt depressed and distressed, which was different from how I feel now."

Yun Tianjiao's previously calmed emotions stirred slightly again.

He always managed to win her heart so easily.

Zhiwei dried her hair completely and then gently smoothed it with osmanthus oil. The fragrance of osmanthus wafted into her nose with Zhiwei's movements, and Yun Tianjiao's face flushed again.

Unlike before, she was extremely cold.

"Your Highness is tired, let me carry you to your bed." Zhiwei's deep voice sounded in her ear, this time he knew to ask for her opinion.

Yun Tianjiao lowered his eyes, which could be considered tacit consent.

Zhiwei bent down and, with practiced ease, picked up the person horizontally, carried him to the phoenix bed, bent down and placed Yun Tianjiao on the bed. Just as she was about to leave him, her clothes were gently tugged.

He paused slightly, looking at the princess on the couch.

"I'm a little cold. Why don't you lie down with me?"

After saying this, Yun Tianjiao realized what an absurd excuse it was. Zhiwei had entered the divine path as a ghost, and her body had no warmth at all. Even if she was cold and needed someone to warm her bed, it would be far beyond her reach.

Her face was burning hot, but she didn't know what to do, so she could only close her eyes.

A rustling sound came from beside her, and a dark shadow loomed over her, carrying a sweet and warm scent. Yun Tianjiao opened her eyes and saw that Zhiwei had indeed fallen down beside her. She then stretched out her arm and pulled her into her embrace.

"Is Your Highness still cold?"

Feeling the warmth emanating from Zhiwei, Yun Tianjiao asked in surprise, "Why are you warm?"

Zhiwei said, "My body is cold, but my divine energy can generate heat. I am willing to warm Your Highness's body."

Yun Tianjiao didn't think much of it. She snuggled forward and nestled into Zhiwei's arms, feeling much more comfortable.

But that's not enough.

That's far from enough.

Zhiwei then noticed that Yun Tianjiao's body temperature was abnormal and touched her forehead with her hand. "Your Highness seems to have a fever. Should we summon the imperial physician?"

The last two words, "Zhiwei," caught in his throat as the princess in his arms slipped her hand inside his robes. Her gentle touch sent shivers down his spine.

Zhiwei's breath hitched slightly, and she suddenly lowered her eyes, only to see tears sliding down Yun Tianjiao's face. He was extremely surprised, cupped her face, and wiped away her tears with his fingertips, frowning as he asked, "Why is Your Highness crying? Who has hurt you?"

Yun Tianjiao did not answer, and after a moment he began to sob softly.

His tears soaked his robes, as if they seeped into his heart.

Zhiwei panicked even more. "Your Highness, did I do something wrong? Or am I really feeling unwell?"

In the dim candlelight, her cheeks were flushed from the heat, and her bright eyes were filled with tears.

With a choked voice, she whispered, "Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps, each step felt like having flesh and bone cut out, how painful it must have been..."

Zhiwei was shocked and stared blankly at Yun Tianjiao, never expecting that she would cry because of this.

She actually cried for herself.

"I'm sorry, I've wronged you, I..."

Zhiwei's eyes darkened, and suddenly she lowered her head and kissed those crimson lips.

His goddess is high above, shining as brightly as the sun and moon, needing neither to apologize to anyone nor to weep or grieve for anyone.

Why should Your Highness take this to heart?

Zhiwei reluctantly parted from Yun Tianjiao's lips, worried that she would suffocate during his kiss. But a secret desire quietly grew in his heart; he not only wanted to kiss her lips, but also wanted to bite and devour every inch of her body.

"I am but dust, Your Highness is the bright moon. For Your Highness, I would gladly die ten thousand deaths."

Zhiwei's beautiful peach blossom eyes were swirling with unspoken emotions. He gazed into the shadows, the last vestige of restraint binding him like a chain around the neck of a vicious dog.

Yun Tianjiao easily unlocked the chains.

"No, how could it be dust?"

She was weak from a high fever, but she managed to sit up, her long, jet-black hair falling to one side. She raised a burning hot hand and gently stroked Zhiwei's delicate and beautiful face.

“You are a treasure, and I cherish you dearly, so from now on, you must not defile or abandon yourself.”

Zhiwei lay quietly on the couch, staring intently at Yun Tianjiao, letting him lean down and gently peck at her cheek with a touch of awkwardness and shyness.

His eyes gradually turned red and hot, and his body, which had been cold and desolate for hundreds of years, seemed to be rekindled.

For a few moments, he seemed to be in a daze. Suddenly, he flipped over and pinned Yun Tianjiao down, hooking his arm around her slender waist and laughing, "How can Your Highness trouble yourself with such a thing? Let me serve you."

Yun Tianjiao felt a sudden chill on his body as his last layer of nightgown was removed.

Zhiwei started kissing her from her forehead down her body, her captivating eyes watching her expressions.

Yun Tianjiao curled up uncontrollably, a sound escaping his lips, and couldn't help but push Zhiwei's head.

"Does Your Highness not like me like this?" Zhiwei's eyes were moist, and when she looked up at him, they revealed a childlike innocence. "Then how about this?"

He turned his head slightly, changing from licking to light biting, and in no time he had turned the soft flesh on Yun Tianjiao's inner thighs a bright red. He was teasing her earnestly, but he was enduring it with great difficulty, just not wanting her to suffer.

Yun Tianjiao felt sorry for him and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

"Zhiwei, that's good enough."

She extended an invitation to him.

The two gazed at each other, Zhi Xiao carefully observing her eyes. Only after confirming her feelings did he take her hand tightly and lean down to kiss her.

At this moment, his eyes were filled with a dark and unfathomable light. Looking at the beautiful, porcelain-like body beneath him, he was once again overcome with self-loathing.

He is a mere lustful ghost, vile and filthy, nothing more than a pile of rotting bones and flesh. How dare he defile the gods?

The more Zhiwei thought about it, the more she became unable to extricate herself, and she couldn't control her intrusion, over and over again, without end.

"Your Highness, may I call you by your name?"

He was like a den of evil, trying to lure her into ruin.

"Know...know the subtle..."

"besides."

"Cang Han..."

"Can I call again?"

"So cold...so cold..."

Inside the warm yellow bed curtains, their shadows intertwined and rose and fell. His eyes were bloodshot, until her body was soaked with fragrant sweat.

This is the name she gave him, and only she in the world has the right to call him that.

He was completely captivated by the sound, as if bewitched and mesmerized, wanting nothing more than to give his life for her with each and every note.