Her appearance was a torture to him
Upon hearing this, Fu Ying suddenly curled her lips, and frivolously lifted Ni's chin with her fingertips. Looking at the strange shadows cast by the moonlight on his eyelashes, she ended her voice tenderly: "As for me... I only want someone who can help me get pregnant."
Ni stared at Fu Ying with a cold gaze, but it froze in an instant.
His whole body froze, his pupils suddenly dilated, the dead silence and coldness in his eyes receded like the tide, replaced by a timid and weak confusion, and the whole person seemed to have a new soul.
At the same time, the nine-star pattern on his forehead was like broken glass, shattering and disappearing inch by inch.
Fu Ying watched quietly, not panicking at all.
When he saw Fu Ying's enchanting face stained with blood in the moonlight, his pupils suddenly shrank, the blood color on his face faded instantly, his whole body trembled, and he staggered away.
Out of fear, he fell heavily to the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably, his pale fingertips curled up unconsciously, and a whimper like a small animal came out of his throat. He was so scared that it seemed as if even his breathing was frozen.
Fu Ying leaned forward, looked at the curled up... Luo Heng, and sighed softly.
Dual personality, she never expected that Luo Heng would split into a personality completely different from her own temperament and a personality with completely different life experience in madness and despair.
Fu Ying's fingertips gently placed on Luo Heng's shoulder, but he trembled violently as if he had been electrocuted, his pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip, and he screamed in extreme fear, breaking the silence of the night.
He curled up, holding his head, as if trying to squeeze into his bones and blood, trying to escape from something.
"Beat me to death, Moonlight wants to beat me to death... It hurts so much..." He repeated hoarsely, every word piercing his heart.
Suddenly, Luo Heng slammed his head against the ground, muttering, "It hurts..."
His long dark purple curly hair stuck to his sweaty face. Every collision seemed like he was fighting against some invisible torture. His unfocused eyes seemed to reflect memories like an eternal night.
Her appearance seemed to be a torture to him.
"Luo Heng!" Fu Ying frowned and stopped his almost self-harming behavior.
Luo Heng looked at her, his blank eyes filled with fear. The next moment, he let out a strange laugh and bit her wrist with such force that it seemed as if he was going to tear her flesh off.
Fu Ying clenched his fist and resisted the urge to punch him in the head.
Suddenly, Luo Heng froze.
His teeth gradually loosened, and his soft tongue licked the flesh on her wrist.
She raised her eyes to look at Fu Ying, her bloodstained lips curled into a crescent-shaped arc, her eyes had become cold and dead, with such a lifeless look, her voice was full of low and gentleness: "Do you like me?"
Fu Ying: “…”
I suddenly have a headache, what should I do?
"I'm tired, let me take a nap."
Fu Ying pulled Ni's wrist and stood up. With a wave of his hand, the blood-stained animal skin on the bed was blown away and replaced with a brand new quilt.
She took Ni and fell into the soft bedding, covered him with a quilt, and felt Ni's cold and direct gaze. She raised her hand and gently patted his back, her spiritual power ironing his limbs and bones: "Sleep for a while."
Her long eyelashes flickered gently, and she slowly closed her eyes as if hypnotized.
His breathing gradually became steady, and his dead eyes and brows revealed a hint of childish fragility even in his sleep.
Fu Ying opened his eyes and stared at Ni for a long time.
Luo Heng was still a madman who could not be provoked, like a broken jade, barely clinging to the cracks.
Ni is essentially a mad attack, like scattered rubble, with every edge extremely sharp.
Dual personality, haha, the difficulty of this time's strategy mission has doubled.
Ni said that he couldn't give birth to cubs, perhaps because the Luoheng Star Pattern of his dual personality was broken.
Fu Ying took a bath, applied medicine, and changed into soft animal skin clothes.
She leaned against the window, the moonlight like water, falling on her pale cheeks. Looking at the moon flowers waving in the moonlight outside, her brows furrowed and she had a headache.
Luo Heng would go crazy when he saw her. How could she reshape the star pattern for him?
If we can't save him and restore his sanity, we can't reshape the star pattern, which means we can't transform and give birth to cubs. How can we complete the mission?
Fu Ying's eyes were dim, and the fragrance of the moon-shaking flowers lingered around his nose, but it could not dispel the melancholy in his heart.
The night suddenly darkened, dark clouds covered the bright moon, and heavy rain poured down.
A muffled thunder was heard in the sky, and raindrops as big as beans, wrapped in chill, fell on the sea of Zhaoyue flowers. Their white petals closed in panic, and the last trace of fragrance was washed away by the rain.
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Before Ni opened his eyes, he could smell the aroma of rice in the air.
He propped up his arms, and the quilt slipped off his waist and abdomen, revealing his evenly lean abdominal muscles. There were shallow scratches on his body, and they had a clear bitter smell of ointment.
His deep purple pupils shrank into a thin line in the morning light. Fu Ying, who was busy at the door of the bamboo house, was reflected in his cold eyes, calm and cold.
He raised his hand and stroked his neck. The new skin had covered the scratches from last night.
Her long eyelashes were half raised, and she stared at Fu Ying silently.
Fu Ying just turned around with a pot of steamed spiritual rice. The lingering heat blurred her charming features. When she met Ni's gaze, the corners of her lips curled slightly: "Are you awake? Get up and eat."
She lifted the quilt and stepped barefoot on the cold bamboo boards, her slender figure was full of sexual tension.
His eyes never left Fu Ying's face. He was naked without any hesitation, letting the light outline the smooth lines of his skin. He walked towards Fu Ying step by step, his steps exuding silent oppression.
Fu Ying put down the spiritual rice, looked up, and without any shyness, greeted him with a smile.
He lifted up her skirt, and when he saw the hideous wound on her waistline, his crimson lips slowly curved up into an arc, revealing his snow-white fangs. He chuckled softly, as if in pleasure, and a faint fragrance floated around him.
He grabbed her hand, brought it to his neck, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Do it again."
Fu Ying curled her lips and pulled her hand back without hesitation, but leaned forward the next moment, pressed her red lips against the pale skin of his neck, and bit it mercilessly, with a force no less than the bite from Luo Heng last night.
"Hmm..." Ni's whole body trembled, a muffled groan escaped from his throat, and a light flashed in his deep purple pupils.
He dug his fingertips into the wound on her waist, causing blood to ooze out.
When Fu Ying let go, his blood was stained between his lips and teeth. The scarlet and green blood was very glaring.
Ni chuckled happily, the dead silence in his eyes flickering.
He suddenly bent down, his curly purple hair falling on the side of her neck. As their hot breaths entangled, his low, hoarse voice revealed tenderness and dead silence: "Madam, please like me, only me, okay?"
Fu Ying drew out the last syllable of her voice, sounding charming and like a spoiled child, but her words were icy cold.
"Have you forgotten? For me, the only pain that can make me give birth to a baby."
He paused, then slowly straightened his back. Fu Ying's ruthlessness was reflected in his deep purple pupils. He spoke softly, "You've seen that loser. You should know it's not okay."
Fu Ying tilted her head slightly, her long hair falling down and tangled with Ni's purple hair.
"I'm curious, if you don't know me, how do you know Luo Heng?"
"But if you knew me, you should hate me. Why would you want me to like you?" Fu Ying placed his fingertips on Ni's chest, slowly drawing circles. His tone turned cold at the end: "What kind of orc are you?"
His eyes were as dark as dead water, but he smiled: "If you don't suit my taste, you're already dead."
Fu Ying also smiled slightly: "If I die, can you live?"
Even if he has a dual personality, he is still her beastly husband. Because of the contract, he cannot kill her.
Ni took another half step closer, put his crimson lips next to her ear, and bit her fair earlobe.
His chest vibrated slightly as he chuckled, his voice tinged with madness. "I can live because of your evil deeds." His sharp teeth dug into her flesh. "How wonderful it would be to die with you."
"Madam, they all hate you, but I love you."
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