She had a dream.

There was a subtle sound of flowing water in the endless darkness, and then the scenery gradually emerged. It was a long river with no clear source or end. A winding cable bridge led to the other side of the river, and the enchanting red spider lily was blooming brilliantly in the depths of the darkness.

A tall figure stood on the bridge, wearing a white dress she gave him, and walked towards the other side step by step.

Yao Yue rushed forward but ran into an invisible barrier. An indescribable fear arose from the bottom of her heart: "Jiang Mi! Stop!"

The figure stopped and slowly turned around.

Jiang Mi's appearance in the dream was exactly the same as when he first met her. Black hair and brown eyes, the moonlight shone on his handsome face, casting a soft glow on it.

His eyes were calm and clear, even a little gentle and affectionate.

Yao Yue felt as if her throat was suddenly grabbed, and an unprecedented fear filled her body: "Come back...where are you going..."

The young man pursed his lips and smiled at her, then raised his hand and waved, as if saying goodbye helplessly at the end of the journey.

At that moment she finally realized something: "Don't go, Jiang Mi!"

"return--!"

Yao Yue suddenly woke up and sat up, her chest heaving rapidly, her body still tense and shaking.

——Star Gods generally don’t dream, because their dreams usually have a certain degree of predictive power and are closely related to the affairs they are in charge of, so her dreams... are particularly dangerous.

Someone opened the curtain and sat down beside the bed. He tucked her sweaty hair behind her ears and hugged her in his arms: "Did you have a nightmare?"

She smelled the familiar scent, and her body gradually relaxed. The moonlight shone through the wooden window, casting on the gray floor of the inn. The surroundings were quiet, and the long and short chirping of insects in early autumn accompanied by the gurgling water came from the ** garden; other than that, it was late at night and there was no other sound.

Yao Yue hugged his neck, closed her eyes and leaned against his chest to listen to his steady and strong heartbeat, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Then she rubbed his chest and whispered, "Jiang Mi, you are not allowed to run around..."

He felt her fingertips touching his Adam's apple, and the warm touch made him dare not breathe. Looking down, the girl in his arms was defenseless, like a cat climbing onto his knees, with a kind of lonely softness.

"I should be the one saying this, right? Did you dream about me just now?"

"Well," Yao Yue buried her head in his chest, her voice muffled, "I dreamed that you left..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he could no longer bear it and pulled her pointed chin and pressed down. This kiss felt like a beast licking its prey, kissing her face without any rules, from eyebrows to the corners of eyes to the wings of nose to the corners of lips, and he had to make the person in his arms be stained with his scent.

Yao Yue was tickled by his kiss, and twisted her body before he pressed her down on his bed. Her long, soft black hair fell down from her snow-white neck, and her lips were half open, emitting a faint red glow in the dim bed curtains.

"You finally understand my good side?" Jiang Mi's handsome and stunning features were particularly bright at the moment. Anyone who saw them would know that the Demon Emperor was in high spirits. "You don't want to be separated from me, do you? Hmm?"

Her cheeks couldn't help but turn red, and she bit her lower lip as if she was annoyed by his complacency. Before she could say anything, the young man grasped her porcelain-like wrist and pressed his lips tightly against the already faded scar: "If you hadn't asked me to go to that damn Immortal Alliance the day before yesterday, how could I have shed so much blood... Do you know how scared I was at that time..."

It was clearly just a false alarm, but for him it felt like a torment in hell.

The young man's voice still frightened her, but it gave her an inexplicably timid warmth in her heart.

As if by magic, she stretched out her fingertips and touched his dantian, sending a stream of spiritual energy in. A familiar itch spread along his tailbone, Jiang Mi's heart beat like a drum, and for a moment he even forgot to breathe -

It’s a soul contract!

The girl's rosy lips were slyly curved, so sweet and charming, as if she was a crabapple blossom that could be fully grasped with just one hand.

"Are you still scared now?"

The young man took a deep breath and kissed her suddenly. His breathing suddenly became heavy, and it seemed as if there was a stream of scorching fire in his nose, burning his brain a little crazy.

"Yao Yue... let's try the Yin Yang He Huan Gong..."

When he spoke, the air sprayed on Yao Yue's skin, as if an invisible hand was gently tickling her. She subconsciously shrank her body and coughed, "Forget it, forget it."

——The Hehuan technique is a shortcut. If you continue like this for a long time, you will definitely become addicted. You might really... turn into a monster like the Hehuan ancestor, who is neither male nor female.

"Why?"

The young man moved closer, so that he was almost speaking into her ear, almost like rubbing her ears. He looked a little confused: "My lady, don't you like to practice dual cultivation with me?"

Jiang Mi didn't seem to know that his face would make people feel pity with just a little bit of his expression. This expression was like a thorn, which made her heart curl up with warmth.

"...Are you really not afraid that I will suck you dry?"

"No."

——Everything he had was caused by Yaoyue, so it was only right that he should return everything to Yaoyue.

Her fingers slowly stroked his chest. The hot, sweaty skin was incredibly smooth and elastic, as if just touching it would make one addicted, and one couldn't help but want to enjoy more.

"Your Majesty, the Demon Emperor, is there nothing you are afraid of?"

On the contrary, he was afraid of too many things.

He was afraid that Yaoyue would leave, that Yaoyue would get tired of him, that Yaoyue would fall in love with someone else...but he had ways to solve these problems, except for one thing he was always helpless about.

Those amber eyes were filled with a clear and watery light, as if containing a hint of warm helplessness, making people simply indulge in it.

"I'm afraid Yao Yue will cry."

In an instant, it was as if a tiny electric current spread throughout her body, so soft and numb that it even made her heart skip a few beats. Blood rushed to her eardrums, and in a chaotic impulse, she subconsciously raised her head to kiss those beautifully shaped thin lips.

Jiang Mi was stunned for a moment, and then immediately took over. There was no other smell between his lips and tongue, except for the pure, masculine smell with obvious aggressive meaning. Just like a lover who was deeply in love with her, the tip of his tongue that entered her mouth swept over every inch of her gums, carefully making every part of her lips and teeth carry his taste, even making it difficult for her to breathe.

The candlelight in the room was dim, only the faint light of fireflies reflecting the snow. Her eyes were hazy, as if even the beautiful lines of her face had melted into the darkness. After a while, she suddenly sighed:

“…The next time Ling Wujie shows up, don’t take action.”

Jiang Mi paused: "Why?"

——Although Ling Wujie had practiced magic, he had not yet reached the state of enlightenment, so he was definitely not his opponent. Moreover, Mirror Flower and Water Moon could only be regarded as showing off one's skills in front of an expert in front of the Six Desires Heavenly Art.

She pondered for a moment and whispered, "Half of my karma comes from him, and the other half... comes from you."

The young man froze, and then he rubbed her head with a look of grievance: "Am I a burden to Yao Yue..."

No one would have thought that the gloomy, paranoid, and ruthless Demon King would show such a lost expression. His voice was muffled, as if it came from his chest instead of his throat. Yao Yue was forced to be sandwiched between his arms and chest, and noticed that the muscles on his chest were very tense.

"I have to eliminate the karma from him myself." She placed a kiss on the tip of his nose, with a very familiar, almost intimate look of joy in her eyes. "As for you, I guess... it can't be eliminated."

The last few words were spoken softly, with an almost imperceptible smile, and even the teasing was so subtle and fleeting.

No matter how soft the sound was, it could not escape his ears. He leaned forward and kissed the girl's slightly swollen red lips as if relieved of a heavy burden, and nibbled her lips tenderly. They had just made love, and they had kissed this pair of lips no less than a hundred times, but every time they kissed, they were still fully devoted, as if tasting a delicacy.

The satisfied love was boiling and bubbling, bursting out from the bottom of their hearts at the same time, but they both knew it tacitly.

Their lips and tongues finally parted, and Jiang Mi looked at her steadily: "I promised you that I would not take the initiative... But if he doesn't know the seriousness of the matter, I won't care so much."

Severity?

She and Ling Wujie have a blood feud that could wipe out their entire family, so to make it look like a piece of cake... is easier said than done.