Chapter 189 His Achan is a Demon
The man's long, slender fingers touched the thin sheet of paper, which made a slight cracking sound. In the blink of an eye, it lost its tension and turned into countless fragments.
The tiny scraps of paper gradually charred and curled up, eventually turning into a pool of ashes.
The letter that contained a huge secret disappeared completely, and Bai Xiuming's fingers were still pressed against the table, his fingertips turning white from the force.
The truth laid bare before him, blatantly telling him that all his previous suspicions had come true.
Light peeked through the crack in the door, swirling fine dust particles within. Bai Xiuming sat quietly in this space, his eyes lowered, like a cold statue.
Achan, a name that had once rolled on his tongue countless times, truly belonged to that scarred fox demon.
Hidden within Ji Chan's physical form is a fox demon named A Chan.
His love interest is a demon.
The light filtering through the crack in the door gradually shifted, then melted into darkness after sunset.
After handing over the police report, Feng Yang waited anxiously outside the door for most of the day, but there was no movement from inside.
Just then, Jiang Kai hurried in from outside. Seeing Feng Yang standing guard at the door, he gave him a strange look and asked, "What are you doing here?"
Feng Yang didn't answer, but instead asked, "Are you here to see the adults?"
"Yes, the King of the Northern Wilderness just sent someone over, saying he hopes to see Huang Lin in the town prison tomorrow."
Feng Yang frowned: "Does he think the prison is some kind of place he can just walk into whenever he wants?"
Jiang Kai lowered his voice: "They said the Chief has agreed, and that's why I was just about to ask the Master what he thinks."
After saying that, he was about to go up and knock on the door.
Jiang Kai reached out his hand, but Feng Yang hurriedly stopped him, saying, "Wait a minute, the master might not want to see anyone right now. Don't go in and cause trouble."
"What happened?" Jiang Kai couldn't help but be curious about what Feng Yang's warning was about.
"Ask less."
As the two were talking, the door was pushed open from the inside, and Bai Xiuming came out.
"My lord." The two immediately bowed to Bai Xiuming.
Bai Xiuming paused, turned and glanced at them, his icy gaze causing the two to hold their breath instantly.
"Bai Zhanhuang wants to see Huanglin?"
"Yes," Jiang Kai swallowed and replied.
"Then let him see him."
After saying that, he walked away without looking back.
Only after his figure disappeared did the two dare to breathe heavily.
"What's wrong, sir?" Jiang Kai nudged Feng Yang with his elbow.
Feng Yang looked worried and murmured, "Something big is about to happen."
If Miss Ji's identity is really problematic, given the extent of his master's hatred for the demon race, could it lead to someone's death?
Feng Yang was very flustered, but he couldn't tell anyone about this, so he could only drag Jiang Kai away.
Achan spent her day as usual; the Lin family's affairs did not affect her mood. At dinner, she even drank an extra half bowl of soup.
At the beginning of Hai hour, the lights in the courtyard went out, and Achan fell asleep wrapped in a thin blanket, with an unfinished storybook lying open beside her bed.
As she turned over, her arm pushed the storybook closer to the edge of the bed. Just as the storybook was about to fall to the ground, an invisible force lifted it up and placed it in the hands of the man hidden in the darkness.
Today, Achan is reading a supernatural tale, a story about a vulgar scholar who spends the night in a dilapidated temple and is seduced by a beautiful fox spirit.
Later, the fox demon discovers that the scholar is a demon hunter. The two fall in love, but due to their different identities, they enact a heart-wrenching love story.
This is a recently best-selling storybook, highly recommended by Shopkeeper Xu.
The pages turned silently, one by one, until the last page was reached and the book was closed. The story did not move the reader in the slightest.
Bai Xiuming placed the storybook on the table and looked towards the bed; the darkness did not obstruct his vision at all.
At this moment, in his line of sight, Achan was lying on her side facing him, her body rising and falling slightly with her breathing. A pile of blankets was gathered in front of her, and one round, snow-white leg was pressed on the rest of the blankets.
Bai Xiuming walked to the bedside and gazed down at her.
When Achan is asleep, she looks serene and well-behaved, but as soon as she opens her eyes, the soul hidden beneath that skin instantly comes alive.
From the first moment he saw her, she remained in his sight for a long time. After that, each subsequent meeting deepened the memory of her.
She was very good at acting cute, and she always liked to call him by his name in different tones, calling him "Master" and coaxing him to achieve her little goals.
She is also exceptionally vengeful; if she suffers even the slightest loss, she will immediately retaliate.
He loved her every time she looked different.
Bai Xiuming's fingertips lightly touched Achan's lips, so soft that he could almost uncontrollably recall the feeling of sucking.
That little mouth of hers is so sweet; every word she speaks is like honey. Even if it contained poison, it could make him dizzy and hopelessly addicted.
He seemed to be using too much force, and Ah Chan let out a soft groan, her lips slightly parted and then closed again.
Bai Xiuming released his hand, and the color on his lips immediately became even more vibrant.
As if lured by something, he placed his hands on the side of Achan's pillow and slowly leaned down, his tall body almost completely enveloping her petite and delicate body.
Bai Xiuming tilted his head slightly, and just as his thin lips were about to touch A Chan's lips, his body suddenly stopped.
As Chan slept, she seemed to sense a familiar presence and mumbled, "Bai Xiuming..."
The sound was like a breeze brushing against his heart, instantly softening it. His previously stiff body finally yielded to his instincts and he kissed the lips that were so close to his.
When Achan was asleep, her whole body was limp, her lips were slightly parted, and her pearly teeth were easily knocked open, allowing him to sweep away the saliva in her mouth.
The man hovering over her was far too greedy, completely oblivious to when to stop. He kissed her so hard that Ah Chan could barely breathe before she finally opened her eyes.
Ah Chan lay blankly on the bed, panting heavily. The warm, familiar scent spread from her burning ears to her slender, delicate neck.
"You... um..." The short, sharp sound turned into a soft, melodious hum.
Her almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly at the sudden intrusion. Ah Chan's mind grew hazy; she had long forgotten to ask him why he was there. She could only be led by one of his hands to undo his belt…
In the darkness, the sound of tearing fabric was even clearer as the thin nightgown was ripped into countless pieces, which fell onto the man's robe.
Achan lay on the bed, one hand pressing on her slender waist, which seemed unable to withstand any more force, and rubbing it repeatedly.
"Achan...Achan...Do you like me?"
He called her name, over and over again, with the utmost tenderness.
"Get out!" Achan didn't want to talk to him. She had already been fooled terribly and would never fall for it again.
But this answer seemed to satisfy him even more.
Ah Chan sobbed softly, her eyes filled with tears, trying to soften the man's heart, but he seemed to see through her little scheme and refused to give in to her wishes.
Each time he turned around, he only became more ferocious.
That night, Ah Chan regretted countless times why her body had recovered so well; if it were before, she would have fainted.
Now, she can only pin her hopes on the man's conscience, but this man has no heart!
She didn't know exactly how much time had passed; all she knew was that the color reflected on the window paper had changed from a deep black to a light blue.
It was about to dawn.
Bai Xiuming finally let Achan go. She nestled in his arms, her body still convulsing uncontrollably, her consciousness gradually fading.
In her last glance, she saw Bai Xiuming kiss the tip of her nose and say gently, "Sleep."
Achan silently cursed "beast" before losing consciousness completely.
Bai Xiuming retrieved the thin blanket that had fallen under the bed and covered A Chan with it. Then he sat up, and the sight of his body was truly shocking.
The area was covered in scratches and bite marks, with a bite mark on the side of the neck still showing traces of blood.
He paid no attention to the marks, picked up his clothes from the ground, slowly put them on, and then pushed open the door and went out.
Chen Hui doesn't need to sleep, but she has gotten used to the same routine as a normal person. However, she is a light sleeper and can be woken up by the slightest sound.
This time, she heard the sound of the bucket falling into the well.
Chen Hui opened her eyes.
As the fourth bucket of water was brought up, the tightly closed door across the way opened. The person inside did not come out, but stood inside looking out.
Bai Xiuming, carrying a bucket of water, met Chen Hui's gaze from inside the door, his eyes open and honest.
The door slammed shut again, and the courtyard returned to its usual quiet, as if nothing had happened.
Bai Xiuming carried the bucket back to another room, poured the water into the bathtub, and gently stirred it a few times, causing steam to rise immediately.
He returned to the bedside, picked up Ah Chan, placed her in the bathtub, and then took off his clothes and sat inside.
Unconscious, Achan leaned against him. Bai Xiuming gathered her hair and carefully tied it up for her. Then he scooped up water and poured it on her shoulder.
Her cheek pressed against Bai Xiuming's chest, her body rising and falling with his breath.
Bai Xiuming's hands gently caressed every part of her body—neck, heart, spine. Throughout, Achan didn't react at all; she was simply too exhausted.
"Achan." Bai Xiuming looked down at the person in his arms and whispered her name, as if in this way, she could belong only to him.
Now he had to admit that the impact of the letter he read during the day was far less than the anger he felt when he saw Achan's name listed alongside the words "King of the Northern Wilderness".
More than knowing why she was able to successfully possess someone else's body, Bai Xiuming wanted to know if she had ever had the same thoughts as Bai Zhanhuang during the years she stayed by the side of the Northern Wilderness King.
The thought had barely formed in his mind when a strong killing intent surged in his eyes.
However, he quickly suppressed his out-of-control emotions.
She won't.
Even if there was only a tiny bit of it in the past, it will surely be completely gone now.
His Ah Chan was so vengeful; the wounds all over her body, brought from the Northern Wilderness to the capital, were enough to sever all of Bai Zhanhuang's possibilities.
He still wanted her to tell him the answer herself, but if he asked her, she definitely wouldn't tell him.
Bai Xiuming's hand gripped her chin, lifting her face. He pressed his lips to her ear and whispered, "Achan, how much of what you said to me was true, and how much was false?"
Achan naturally didn't answer, because she hadn't heard anything.
After a long while, Bai Xiuming seemed to have resigned himself to his fate and rubbed his nose against her cheek: "Fine, as long as you never change, I'll take what you said as true."
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