Chapter 21: Hot Flashes
The monster's corpse slowly fell, and the sword light dissipated.
The illusory little fat dragon hopped around and rummaged through the tangle for a while, then took out a handkerchief to wipe the beast core clean. With a flick of its tail, it turned around, holding the beast core in its hands.
"Boss—"
The young man, who had been so spirited and wielding his sword just moments before, now leaned against a rock, his white robes now stained with a chilling aura of blood. He looked to be in very poor condition, his eyes closed, his brows furrowed, and cold sweat beading on his forehead.
Luo Qing immediately fell silent, obediently put away the beast core, returned to the sword, and quietly stayed by his side.
It knew what was going on. The dragon race possessed a powerful bloodline and outstanding talent. Unlike other demons who had to cultivate for hundreds of years to transform into human form, they could transform into human form from birth.
Although dragons are rare, their ability to perceive the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is almost terrifying. This talent allows them to easily reach levels that others cannot achieve through cultivation, earning them the title of the darlings of heaven.
However, dragons are not without their weaknesses.
Every year after reaching adulthood, dragons experience a period of weakness known as the heat wave.
During this period, the dragons' strength will plummet, accompanied by a series of pains, and they will develop a bloodthirsty desire to kill, losing all reason.
Only a dragon's mate can soothe them in such situations; if they remain uncomforted for too long, they may even descend into madness.
Luo Qing looked worried, her chubby face cradled with sorrow. But even though her eldest son had been married for three years, Sang Ying had never soothed him during his hot flashes.
By nature, dragons are creatures driven by desires, doing whatever they please.
It doesn't understand why it didn't tell its wife about this, but instead forced itself to endure it, only sticking the patch on her for a while when it couldn't hold on any longer, thus ruining itself into this state.
This is the scene that Shen Ying saw when she arrived.
The corpses of demonic beasts in the Abyss were scattered everywhere.
The young man covered his eyes with his hands, leaning against a rock, covered in blood, his expression still one of great pain even in his sleep.
She paused, lifted her skirt, squatted down, and looked at him quietly, her gaze flickering with unreadable emotions, her lips pressed tightly together.
Cold sweat trickled down the young man's forehead, and he frowned deeply.
"Xie Lingyu..."
Shen Ying stared blankly, and uncontrollably raised her hand, wanting to smooth his furrowed brows.
Before the fingertips could even touch it, a sword was placed in the middle.
The spirit of the Fallen Azure Sword leaped out, spreading its two claws to protect the young man. "What are you doing! Don't touch me!"
"My boss is an outstanding graduate of the 109th class of the Men's Morality Class in the Second Subdistrict of Qinghe Town, Minghua Mountain. Every single hair on his head belongs to his wife!"
Shen Ying snapped out of her daze and couldn't help but laugh, poking the little fat dragon's belly. "Yes, yes, the guardians of love all belong to Miss Sang."
Xie Lingyu was awakened by Luo Qing's commotion. She opened her dark eyes and her cold gaze fell on Shen Ying.
Shen Ying quickly spread her hands and stepped back: "Hey, hey, I just came to check on your progress, that's all."
She glanced at him and said, "I've already taken care of things on my end. I've convinced the elders that the Jade Pool Secret Realm will open during the once-in-a-century succession ceremony. But are you sure you can handle it in your current condition?"
The young man stood up, his expression indifferent. "You only need to fulfill the agreement; the rest is none of your concern."
After saying that, he turned and walked into the deeper abyss.
Luo Qing was about to chase after it when she suddenly saw Shen Ying smiling and beckoning to it with her finger.
Luo Qing flew over in confusion, "What is it?"
Shen Ying whispered in his ear: "..."
Luo Qing: "!!!"
Its eyes widened: "Is this all there is to it?"
Shen Ying patted its little head, "You can give it a try. Even if you fail, there's nothing to lose, right? But if you succeed..."
Luo Qing flew away with a thoughtful expression.
[Current Affection Level of the Target: 0]
[Host, I must remind you again that failure to complete the mission will result in the annihilation of your soul. Please stop slacking off.]
[You haven't done anything helpful to the strategy guide in the past year. If this continues, I'm going to punish you.]
[Within ten days, raise the target's affection level to 10. Failure will result in a half-hour electric shock penalty.]
[Host, host, did you hear me?]
The girl kicked pebbles as she walked, humming a tuneless little melody, and nodded perfunctorily.
"I heard it, I heard it with both ears."
...
Night fell.
Sang Ying went to sleep at the same time as usual, lying on her side on the tatami with her pillow in her arms, her eyes closed. She seemed to be sleeping soundly, but in reality, she was more alert than anyone else, intently watching the door and windows to see if anyone would come in.
She had already given prior notice that as soon as she crushed the talisman in her hand, the Immortal Alliance disciples in the camp would receive the signal and swarm in to capture this audacious womanizer.
Sang Ying kept staring until her consciousness began to wane and she felt drowsy, when finally there was movement at the door.
There were faint footsteps.
Sang Ying's spirits lifted, and she instantly regained her senses.
This thief is quite bold, actually daring to enter through the main gate so brazenly.
She stared intently as the door was gently pushed open and then closed again, after which the person walked into the inner room, their entire figure slowly revealed through a glimpse of their clothing.
Sang Ying was surprised. Xie Lingyu?!
Why is he back at this time...? No, maybe he's a thief disguised as Xie Lingyu!
Thinking this, Sang Ying didn't make a sound, closed her eyes and continued to pretend to be asleep, wanting to see if he was really Xie Lingyu.
When you close your eyes and can't see, your hearing becomes even clearer.
The young man's footsteps were different from usual; they were heavy and somewhat slow as he slowly walked to her bedside. He sat down beside the bed.
The sandalwood scent emanating from him was exceptionally strong, even somewhat pungent, and faintly mixed with a hint of bloodiness. Sang Ying was particularly sensitive to this scent.
It smelled like blood that had been washed but wasn't completely removed because it was too strong.
Her cheek was gently touched, and the fingertips that touched her cheek were burning hot, not the cool temperature the young man usually had.
After a couple of touches, his palm slowly pressed against hers, covering half of her face, his fingertips seemingly stroking her unconsciously.
The various illogical anomalies led Sang Ying to conclude that the person in front of her was not Xie Lingyu.
How could Xie Lingyu possibly run to her bedside in the middle of the night and touch her face?
Sang Ying then stuck a talisman on his wrist, suddenly opened her eyes, and said sharply, "You audacious thief, you'll be eating prison food in the Immortal Alliance soon..."
The young man suddenly collapsed into her arms, his head resting on her shoulder, the rich scent of sandalwood filling the air. Sang Ying, who was about to crush the talisman, froze, then became even more furious, "You bastard, you lecher, you're dead!"
She took out a stack of Five Thunder Talismans and was about to stick them on him when a cyan sword suddenly appeared before her eyes, from which a small, chubby dragon sword spirit emerged.
"Go easy on me, honey!"
Sang Ying was taken aback: "Luo Qing?"
Luo Qing nodded repeatedly: "It's me, it's me."
The sword is the Falling Green Sword, which means that the Xie Lingyu in front of me is the real Xie Lingyu.
Sang Ying was stunned. She turned to look at the person who had collapsed in her arms. The young man had his eyes closed, his usually indifferent brows were furrowed, and although his body was burning hot, cold sweat kept pouring down his forehead.
Sang Ying frowned immediately: "Luo Qing, what happened to Xie Lingyu? Is he injured?"
Little Fatty Dragon took a deep breath, then rushed over and hugged Sang Ying's fingers, blinking his pitiful big eyes, with a few tears he tried to squeeze out hanging from the corners of his eyes.
"Wife, my beautiful and kind-hearted wife, please save the boss."
Sang Ying: "..."
She grabbed its little dragon horn: "Who's your wife?"
Luo Qing said earnestly, "The boss's wife is my wife."
Sang Ying remained expressionless, released the dragon's horns, grabbed its tail, and shook it vigorously up and down.
Three minutes later, Little Fatty Dragon leaned against the bedpost, vomiting and pitifully pleading, "Boss Sang Ying, please save me, I'm dying."
Sang Ying could indeed sense that her youthful energy was disordered and her blood was flowing backward, and if this continued, there was a risk of her going into qi deviation.
Her expression was grave: "What happened? What's wrong with him?"
Luo Qing honestly recounted the dragon race's hot season.
Little Fatty Dragon was frustrated and puzzled: "The boss is just too proud. What's wrong with begging his wife at a time like this? He just has to tough it out on his own."
After hearing this, Sang Ying clenched her fingers and lowered her eyelashes.
He needs a partner to comfort him during his hot flashes, but he prefers someone else, which is why he has never contacted her during his hot flashes for the past three years.
Sang Ying wanted to ask, why didn't he look for Shen Ying?
Before I even asked, I already knew the answer in my heart.
Because they are husband and wife now.
Xie Lingyu was an upright man. Although he married her to repay a debt of gratitude, he fulfilled his duties as a husband very well after marriage, except that he did not share a bed with her.
He would voluntarily hand over his monthly salary and the rewards for completing tasks. Whether he was out or at home, he would always consider her safety. In order to treat her illness, he used his own blood as a medicine base for three years after their marriage, without interruption.
He doesn't like her, but he will do what a husband should do.
Sang Ying thought that he would not wrong Miss Shen Ying.
As long as she and he are not divorced, he will not be with Shen Ying without any legal status.
How should we appease them?
After hearing Luo Qing's answer, Sang Ying sighed softly and said, "I understand."
Sang Ying raised her hand and untied the bed curtains, the light gauze being lowered layer by layer, filling the small space with a hazy light.
She helped the young man lean against the side, untied her belt, covered his eyes, and tied it behind his head.
She bit her lip and hesitated for a moment. Looking at his pale face as he slept, she gritted her teeth, tore open his collar and pulled it down.
She also stripped the young man of all his clothes, leaving him only in a snow-white undergarment.
His shoulders felt cool, and he was only wearing a small garment. Sang Ying covered her face with one hand, feeling uncomfortable, and checked again to make sure his eyes were properly bandaged.
After confirming, she slowly reached out and hugged him.
At first, she kept her distance, but slowly she pressed her body against him completely, using her breath to envelop him.
I felt the young man in my arms gradually calm down, and his blood and qi stopped flowing backward.
Sang Ying breathed a sigh of relief, patted his back gently, and lowered her eyes.
"Just bear with it for today, and you can go after the divorce... ouch!"
Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her chest as the unconscious young man bit her through her clothes.
Sang Ying reacted two seconds later, her ears burning hot.
...Xie Lingyu, you perverted dragon!!!
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I'm so stressed, I can't stand the word "divorce" [shy]
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