Chapter 666
Wen Xin blushed deeply, her mind reeling. She had completely forgotten that the Great World was not like the Small World, where there was no distinction between day and night. If Qin Yue wished, he could reach the night with a single thought.
All she could think of at that moment was the deep affection He had shown her in the small space and the uncontrollable, fierce passion in their bed, which she could never resist.
Now that she has returned to her divine position, her soul is complete, and her body and energy are far superior to those of the delicate girl in the previous story. She can probably withstand Him, right?
Wen Xin became increasingly agitated as she thought about it, her skin glowing with a pinkish hue, delicate and alluring, tempting to be touched.
Qin Yue hadn't intended to do anything, but with such a beautiful woman in his arms and his beloved in such a charming state, it would be impossible for him to remain celibate.
Qin Yue's Adam's apple bobbed, his cool voice tinged with desire, "Ah Xin..."
Under His burning gaze, Wen Xin's body trembled slightly. Her eyes were filled with alluring charm, entangling Him completely. He was willing to fall into the sea of worldly desires for her, unable to extricate himself.
As their breaths mingled, it was unclear who started it, but the two fell onto the brocade bed, their clothes intertwined and caressing each other.
Qin Yue's large hand gripped the girl's slender waist, kissing her deeply, captivated and infatuated.
She is the beautiful dream He has pursued for countless years.
Overwhelmed by the ecstasy and disbelief of his dream coming true, He wanted nothing more than to possess her fiercely, to become one with her, to prove that it was all real.
She was truly in His arms, and there was no escaping her now.
"Brother, brother..."
Wen Xin could barely breathe and could only cling tightly to her.
Qin Yue slightly raised his body, his deep eyes burning like fire, yet terrifyingly profound.
He gently stroked her slightly swollen red lips with his fingertips, full of tenderness and wild desire, his breath unsteady and his voice extremely hoarse, "If you're tired, go to sleep."
Wen Xin, disheveled: "..."
Given all this, how can you expect her to just sleep when she's tired?
Does He have to be so demanding?
Wen Xin raised her small fist and punched his shoulder in annoyance, "Brother, are you really stupid? Or do you have a problem with me?"
Qin Yue's breathing became more rapid. He kissed her small hand helplessly, "Don't make a fuss."
Wen Xin: "..." Who started the argument first?
Seeing that He was about to straighten her clothes and leave, she gritted her teeth, grabbed His neck fiercely, and said, "Brother, tell me, is there something wrong with your divine body?"
Qin Yue: "???"
After her initial anger subsided, Wen Xin looked aggrieved, her almond-shaped eyes welling up with tears. "Or is it that you don't actually love me?"
Qin Yue: "..."
Unable to bear seeing her wronged and upset, He reached out and embraced her, their bodies pressed tightly together, allowing her to clearly feel whether He truly loved her, and how deep and passionate His love was.
Wen Xin: "..."
She bit her lip, "Then why did you..." stop?
Qin Yue breathed heavily, barely suppressing his emotions, "You need to rest."
Wen Xin was both amused and exasperated. Why was He flirting with her in the first place?
Well, I wonder who flirted with whom first?
But a man who can restrain his desires for her is really tempting.
Wen Xin stretched out her slender arms, soft and boneless, and hung them around His neck. Her voice was sweet and delicate, like a feather gently caressing His heart, "Your Majesty, have you been in the small world for too long and forgotten that gods and mortals are different?"
God does not tire except when wounded, and rest is not the only way for God to eliminate fatigue, let alone between lovers.
How could Qin Yue not understand what she meant?
Thus, His already restless desires burned even hotter, and His reason teetered on the brink of spiraling out of control.
He tightened his embrace around her, and though he still wanted more, he cautiously asked again, "Ah Xin, are you really ready?"
Wen Xin was both angry and amused, but felt mostly bitter. How foolish she had been to hurt him so much back then, letting them waste so many years of their lives together.
Wen Xin turned her head and kissed the corner of His lips. Her eyes, brimming with autumn water, held a mixture of shyness and adoration, overflowing with tenderness. She was willing to become His wife, their necks intertwined like mandarin ducks, their love unwavering.
Qin Yue's burning palms pressed against her small face, his Adam's apple bobbing as his desire could no longer be concealed; this time, he no longer needed to control himself during the kiss.
The bed curtains fell, concealing their intertwined, enchanting figures. A gentle spring breeze blew in through the window, carrying peach petals from the forest into the attic, where they landed on the gauze curtains and swayed softly.
...
Dual cultivation is indeed the best medicine for healing. Although Wen Xin's injury is to her soul, isn't there still a fusion of souls?
What's more, her Daoist partner is the unfathomable Lord of the Ninth Heaven... For her, this is as nourishing as eating a whole basket of ginseng fruits.
Cough cough, it's just that I've taken a bit too much of the supplements!
Thinking about how she had fainted again, Wen Xin didn't know whether to marvel at His power or doubt whether she was really that delicate.
Wen Xin wore only a white nightgown, her black hair cascading down her back. Her pretty face was languid, and her eyes were full of alluring charm.
She leaned lazily against the edge of the bed, half asleep and half asleep.
Qin Yue was not in the pavilion at this moment. Wen Xin's slender, jade-like fingers brushed against the brocade quilt beside her, which was still warm.
Therefore, He must have just left not long ago.
Wen Xin didn't use her divine sense to search for His whereabouts, nor did she feel the loss of His absence after their intimacy. She simply leaned lazily against the bed, confident from who-knows-where that He would definitely return soon.
And His temporary departure from her side was definitely for her sake.
He always gave her a sense of security, whether in the big world or in the small space.
Sure enough, the door was pushed open very soon.
Qin Yue changed into a black robe. Unlike his aloof and reserved demeanor in white, he was noble and domineering in black, exuding the majesty of a monarch, high above all living beings.
Wen Xin blinked lightly, admiring her Daoist partner's unparalleled beauty and charm. The more she looked, the more beautiful he became, and the more she loved him.
To put it bluntly, if Xingran were to ask her again at this moment why she didn't choose him but chose Qin Yue instead, then she could give him an answer.
Once you've seen the ocean, other waters seem insignificant... Even though she had very little affection for him before, having seen the most noble and perfect man, how could she possibly have room for anyone else?
Perhaps many years ago, when she was still as insignificant as dust, a fleeting glimpse of her had already ruined her life.
Most fortunately, she not only met the best man, but also won his heart.
Qin Yue placed the food box on the table, walked over, and gently stroked his wife's cheek, his eyes filled with intoxicating tenderness. "Are you tired?"
Wen Xin nestled softly against His lap, playfully scolding Him, "Shouldn't Your Excellency know best whether I'm tired or not?"
Qin Yue's ears turned slightly red as he stroked her hair and whispered, "Ah Xin, let me comb your hair."
Wen Xin smiled and said, "Okay."
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