From the inner hall to the outside, the lights are bright, and layers of gauze curtains fall from the sky, stretching all the way to a fairyland. From the outer hall to the inside, one can only feel the fragrant wind and jade mist, and the painted buildings and carved beams, as if it is a fairy palace.

She had never known before that the Demon Emperor lived such a godly life.

The Demon Realm respects the strong, and those who awaken the blood of the true demon are qualified to be the Demon King. Jiang Mi, who has mastered the Heaven-shattering Sword Intent, is the strongest Demon King in history. In the past, Demon Kings with lower realms still had some challengers coming every day, but when it comes to Jiang Mi, there are only admirers left.

Few people cultivate magic from the beginning, and most people fall into magic halfway through, and have no choice but to come to the Demon Realm from Jiuzhou. Therefore, everyone knows very well what kind of existence the Sky-breaking Sword Intent and the Sword Master are - they are the pillars of the Immortal Alliance and the last barrier of Jiuzhou.

Now that the Immortal Alliance's trump card has changed hands, everyone in the Demon Realm is celebrating. The demon generals who used to disobey discipline have begun to attend court every day, waiting for Jiang Mi's order to launch a counterattack against the Immortal Alliance. But the Demon Emperor didn't seem to take these things to heart at all, and the Great Protector Ye Lian was still in charge of the government. Except for a quick appearance on the first day, he didn't appear again for seven consecutive days. I don't know where the rumor came from, saying that there is an unparalleled beauty in the harem, who has entangled the Demon Emperor so that he has no interest in state affairs and neglects government affairs.

She didn't know whether to laugh or cry when she heard the rumor. Who was pestering whom? Someone wanted to send all the palace maids away, and he would take care of everything for her personally.

The moonlight outside the window was just right, with birds singing and flowers blooming. The cool moonlight faintly penetrated through the bed curtains, playfully dancing on the girl's fair cheeks, and even seemed to emit a faint light on the tips of her long eyelashes.

After the mana circulated for a cycle, the young man took back his hand and looked at her with concern: "Yaoyue, are you feeling better?"

The girl sat cross-legged, her eyes half-opened and half-closed, with a thin mist, which made her usually beautiful eyebrows and eyes look particularly charming. She said "hmm" lightly, and before she could say anything else, she saw him stand up and leave, so she quickly reached out and grabbed the green jade pendant on his waist.

"where did you go?"

"Outer Hall."

She had been giving him a hard time because of the pain in her wounds these days. She didn't pay much attention to him during the day and didn't allow him to sleep with her at night. Being slashed by the Imperial Heavenly Sword was no joke. An ordinary person would have been reduced to ashes. Even if she had reached the immortal realm, it was too early for her to heal.

The girl showed a bright smile, a bit malicious and evil: "You don't have to leave today, come up and sleep."

Jiang Mi hesitated for a moment, but still raised his hand to turn off all the lights in the hall, took off his outer robe, and carefully moved to the edge of the bed.

——Could she eat him from such a distance?

Yao Yue secretly complained in her heart, and her hand began to touch his chest dishonestly. After a while of rustling, he dodged several times before finally unable to bear it anymore, and grabbed all five of her fingers with one hand and held them in his palm.

"Stop messing around."

In the darkness, I could only hear the girl's gentle laughter, with a hint of seduction and mischief: "Do you like to touch my hand?"

Jiang Mi had excellent eyesight, and could see her clearly even in the dark night. The joints of her fingers looked like they were carved from jade, so delicate that they seemed to break if she was squeezed in the palm of her hand. She was so delicate and indulgent, and she didn't look like the same person as the head of Quan Xing who was shouting at the heroes.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he suppressed the charming feeling in his heart and put the jade hand under the pillow: "You are not well yet, you can't... do anything reckless."

"Who said I was going to mess around?"

She waited for a while but saw no answer from him, so she turned her head and saw that the man had his eyes closed, his breathing was steady, and he was as still as a mountain, pretending to be asleep very intently.

After a moment, the jade hand slipped under the hem of his clothes again.

——Just pretend. I want to see how long you can keep pretending.

The body under her hand quickly became hot and she laughed to herself. After playing with it for a few times, Jiang Mi couldn't pretend anymore. She climbed up with a red face and almost angry:

"Invite the moon!"

The girl responded: "You yelled at me?"

The young man's arrogance was completely gone, and he could only awkwardly hug her hands and feet, forcibly wrapping her in his arms, and using brute force to suppress any movement. However, skin-to-skin contact on this late spring night was not a good idea. The cold fragrance of her body mixed with the smell of medicine penetrated into his nostrils, and Jiang Mi felt that his blood was slightly hot. Although he tried his best not to think about it rationally, some charming thoughts still emerged. He didn't know whether he dared not to let go, or was reluctant to let go. In short, he couldn't move forward or backward.

She buried her face in the soft pillow and laughed.

The expression on the man's handsome face was very interesting, showing grief, anger, shame, grievance and helplessness. After a long time, he finally spoke as if begging for mercy.

"Yaoyue, please help me..."

The girl smiled and imitated him in fighting back: "I am not well yet, I can't do anything stupid."

In fact, she didn't intend to do anything, but she felt uncomfortable with the wound, so she wanted to torture him and make him feel uncomfortable.

The young man's dark golden pupils were like some dormant nocturnal animal in the darkness. They should have been extremely aggressive and cold, but now they were filled with some indescribable obsession and resentment.

She was about to continue teasing him, but the next second, he suddenly kissed her.

After five years, I finally tasted those flower-like lips again.

The two continued to kiss intermittently. After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Mi suddenly threw off the quilt, got out of bed, and rushed to the outer room. Yao Yue slapped the bed and laughed. After a long while, he came back, his clothes were disheveled and in a mess, his strong chest was heaving violently, and the ends of his hair were still dripping with cold water. He looked at her pitifully like a puppy who had just returned home from a rainstorm, and he refused to go to bed again.

The girl was satisfied and finally closed her eyes and fell asleep.

***

Perhaps because she had relaxed both physically and mentally during this period, Yao Yue woke up in the morning the next day. The sound of birds chirping accompanied by sunlight shining through the window lattice, she stretched and saw him standing by the bed, with a group of palace maids behind him carrying ten sets of new clothes.

"You said yesterday that you didn't like it, so I had a few new ones made."

——Jiang Mi is actually the best demon king in history in every aspect. He is not prone to fighting and killing, nor is he unrestrained and even looks very pleasing to the eye. In the past half month since he ascended the throne, all his requests have been centered around Miss Baili in the palace. Miss Baili said she didn't like the ten sets of clothes made yesterday, so she hurriedly asked someone to make ten new sets today.

The girl now looked extremely relaxed, as lazy as a kitten that had just woken up. Her hair was tied up at the back of her head, and the loose hair was tangled around her shoulders and wrapped around her snow-white cotton gown. The corners of her eyes were slightly raised, making her look indescribably delicate and piercing.

She glanced over and saw that they were all dressed in red. She couldn't help but sigh, "Jiang Mi, even though I like red, it doesn't have to be all red."

"Then I will..."

"Forget it, let's not bother." She picked up one and looked at it, then curled her lips, "Let's just leave it like this, at least I can wear it out to meet people."

It’s not that she is particularly picky. The skirts delivered yesterday were obviously made according to the style of the concubines’ clothes in the past, and they are all very... cool.

How could he let anyone else do such a thing as helping her dress? With a slightly blushing face, he took off her pajamas and changed her into a more fitted white silk inner garment, then wrapped the red outer robe decorated with pearls around her from behind, and took a handful of her hair out of her collar and carefully tied it into a bun.

He looked focused, his handsome eyebrows slightly furrowed, and his movements were careful and meticulous, as if he was completing something very important. After a while, he tied the hairband into a knot, looked at it for a while, and was not satisfied, so he took it off and tied a new butterfly knot.

Yao Yue wanted to urge him at first, but gradually her heartbeat became faster and faster, and she felt a little overwhelmed as she clenched the corner of her clothes. The warm touch of his fingertips seemed to extend to her heart, making it warm.

When Jiang Mi finally raised his head with satisfaction, she suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the lips. His eyes were suddenly filled with panic, and in his dark golden pupils, a giggling girl was reflected.

"Invite the moon..."

At this moment, the bright sunlight was shining on his cheek, his white clothes and white hair were spotless, and the silhouette in the moment did not look like a human being in this mortal world.

——Strange, he is clearly a fallen demon, why does he look more and more like a god?

She paused for a moment, then reached out her hand to grope through his shirt on his chest. He shuddered when she touched him, and his ears turned red: "...What are you looking for?"

"Where's the Sky-Breaking Sword Intent?"

"I lost it at Shenglongtai... I'm going to write a new one for you now."

"Don't go," Yao Yue stretched out her hand to grab his belt, the corners of her watery red lips curled up playfully. She clearly just kissed him and touched him through his underwear, it was really outrageous...

As soon as he finished speaking, all the palace maids retreated and closed the palace door tightly. The man's face turned red all the way to his neck. The next second, he thought of last night, and took a half step back with lingering fear, and stammered: "Yaoyue, I really know I was wrong..."

The girl calmly sat down on the bed, not knowing what she was up to. She beckoned him, "Come here."

The fingertips were slender and delicate, with a light red color, and it was impossible to tell that these hands had once wielded swords and intimidated everyone in the world.

His steps had never been so hasty and hesitant as they were now. His soul seemed to be deeply attracted by some evil ahead, but his reason was struggling hard, and he was unable to move forward or backward, and he was in a state of embarrassment. In the end, he gave in when the girl urged him for the second time, and obediently moved over.

When she untied his golden jade belt and glanced at the Imperial Heavenly Sword hanging on his waist, she felt a subtle sense of trance.

She habitually maintained a superior attitude when interacting with Jiang Mi. When they first met, she was one of the top five masters in the world, and he was just an ordinary person. She had been in an absolute advantage over him for too long. It was not until just now that she realized that Jiang Mi had undergone earth-shaking changes. The blood of the true demon was enough to awaken the innate but long-suppressed desire for aggression in his blood.

In the past five years, the soul under that increasingly handsome and fierce face has become hard, firm and strong enough to be on par with her, but he still chooses to face her with an almost submissive attitude and let her drive him. Just like a ferocious beast with a brutal nature hiding its claws and lowering its head in front of her meekly. This is not a reasonable state, but Jiang Mi behaves very naturally.

"Yaoyue, your wound doesn't hurt anymore?" The young man stared at her hesitantly.

She chuckled and slowly fell onto the bed. Her black hair spread out under her body and her red dress made her look stunningly charming.

"It doesn't hurt now, but you have to be gentle."

Without waiting for her to urge him, the man immediately leaned over and kissed her, kissing along her temples, not even sparing a small piece of tender skin behind her ears. The beautiful joy in his memory emerged from the bottom of his heart, bursting into his heart with a sweeter taste than before.

The muscles in his shoulders and back were tense, and his chest heaved rapidly. He pulled her hand up to the top of her head and held it down, with their fingers crossed and their palms touching.

She is mine. He thought contentedly, so beautiful, so proud, no one can catch her eye... Such a person belongs to me.

Such a soft and beautiful body, lying weakly under him, gave him an irresistible sexual desire. The ecstasy in his memory still stimulated his nerves, making Jiang Mi want to bury himself in her body immediately and hear her soft and suppressed voice. But he caught a glimpse of the gauze wrapped around the girl's left ribs, and finally restrained the impulse.

"Yaoyue..." The dark golden eyes locked onto her tightly, "Yaoyue, do you... miss me too?"

The voice sounded anxious and expectant, even with a hint of begging.

Their eyes met, and the burning sensation in her body suddenly spread to her face. Her mind was in a mess, and her usually eloquent mouth suddenly stammered: "I, I don't have time to think about you..."

A layer of mist suddenly covered the young man's eyes, his face was full of disappointment, his lips trembled: "But I really miss Yao Yue..."

After they parted at Wanjian Mountain, he had been sleeping day and night, never forgetting her for a moment. He slept for her, practiced for her, and drew his sword for her, just to see her again. But she was the head of Quanxing Sect, the best master in the world, and it was so difficult to even see her from a distance.

"I really miss Yao Yue..." He looked away and repeated it in a low voice, as if he was just talking to himself.

All the strength in her body drained away with these words, like pulling out a thread, strand by strand, hard and tiring. Finally, she touched his face and whispered, "Just kidding... I miss you, too."

Jiang Mi instantly fell into a huge, light feeling. He didn't know what to say at all, only the indescribable joy and tension tightly grasped his heart.

She closed her eyes, and was kissed by him until her fingertips were soaked in butter. She vaguely heard him ask, "Have you made any progress?", and nodded. After a while, she heard him ask softly, "Who is better?", and suddenly she opened her eyes with a start:

“Who are you competing with?”

He pursed his wet lips, looking extremely nervous, which made her completely laugh and cry: "How many times do you want me to say it?! I have been in seclusion for five years. Bai Ruyu and I don't have that kind of relationship!"

Jiang Mi's Adam's apple slid, and he took a breath of hot, sour air. The air flow from his breath brushed past her ears, as if it was a warm and hazy kiss. I don't know what he remembered again, and his dark golden eyes looked at her with a bit of resentment, without saying a word.

"I..." She didn't want to use the identity of a prostitute to belittle anyone. After all, Sister Shuangshuang was also forced to do this business. She considered her words for a long time before uttering a sentence, "He, this is his job. What are you comparing with him?"

These were meant to be comforting words, but to his ears they meant: You are not as good as him.

In an instant, even his throat felt sour and astringent with a rusty taste, his long eyelashes trembled violently, and his pupils were turning red again.

She looked at his eyes turning red, and her eye sockets were also turning red. Her heart was already in a mess, and she blurted out almost instinctively: "I only have you! I only like you!"

It took several seconds for the meaning of these words to creep into their minds bit by bit, like a tiny electric current. Yao Yue froze in embarrassment and shyness, her cheeks flushed; Jiang Mi stared at the person under him, his mind blank.

In his twenty-plus years of life, he had never experienced such a joy filled with anxiety, trepidation, and fear. When was the last time he was happiest?

——It was probably the night when I was at the top of the Soul Devouring Tower and was in perfect harmony with the person in front of me. It was also a mixture of ecstasy and intoxication, and I was about to fall deeply, deeply into the most beautiful dream.

Even if the Demon Emperor is asked to kneel down now, he will do so without hesitation.

"Yao Yue..." He spoke every word, his whole heart trembling, "I will love you more than anyone else."

The young man leaned over and grabbed those soft, rosy lips, kissing them tenderly and irresistibly, as if they were destined to be connected long ago.

In the dimness, she only felt a warm palm gently caressing her face, and someone whispered in her ear:

"I love you... from a long time ago... from the first sight..."

Fall.