The Lover's Prattle

Demon Scum//3.1

"Yes. my cultivation is going down."

Qingruo's originally misty bewildered eyes widened in an instant, her penetrating gaze revealing a hazy sea blue color under the dim light of the hall. She moved slightly apart to better talk to him, but the back of her head was held firmly by his big palm. Lin Zhao closed his eyes and covered her lips. His tongue brought cool air into her mouth, but it was chased by a scalding hot burn.

Hot, hot, hot.

The breathing from the two caused the air around them to heat up, which turned into a tiny dew that touched the tip of their noses. Lin Zhao clasped QIngruo's body and invaded the layers of her clothes. His tongue was soft and slow, but irresistible. As Qingruo breathed, her exhales were unconsciously being swallowed by Lin Zhao; his breath was cold and carried the fragrance of fresh greens. Her delicate tenderness lingered, and while taking a breath, Lin Zhao felt a lightness rush into his head.

The image of gentleness he portrayed before seemed to be an illusion. His actions were overbearing and arrogant. The arm behind Qingruo's waist was taut, and the wide sleeves on the arm highlighted the muscles after tightening.

QIngruo was picked up by Lin Zhao, and she exclaimed in surprise. Her complaints were swallowed without any tenderness, almost like a wild animal. She, wrapped in his arms, could not breathe. Lin Zhao's fangs had already pierced her delicate lips, and the scent of blood had already made his silver hair rise behind him. His horns, agitated, peeked out of the top of his head. In this instance, it was as if he wanted to devour her whole.

Qingruo reached her hand towards the back of his neck and slowly made her way down in an effort to placate his desire. The dantian's energy was almost overwhelmed by the two's immense spiritual power. This caused them to be extremely uncomfortable.

Lin Zhao pressed his tongue to where his fang inadvertently pierced Qingruo's lip. It caused a numbing pleasure to spread, shocking the ends of her body.

Qingruo didn't know when she let go of Lin Zhao's neck nor when she passed out. However, when she regained consciousness, she still laid in his embrace.

In the dark hall, her every movement was clearly felt. While lin Zhao was holding her, his posture remained stiff and his arm fell asleep. He was nervous and was worrying about when she would wake up.

Qingruo breathed in slightly and reached her tongue out to lick her lips. It seemed that the spot where Lin Zhao had bit had already healed, leaving no scarring or pain. Closing her eyes, she took two deep breaths and turned over in his arms.

His scent is very easy to recognize. Instead of the usual cold and bloody scent, Lin Zhao's had the fragrance of fresh plants. It is very light and pure, but it brought out his manly touch. Qingruo rubbed her face against his clothes and in a raspy voice, said, "Lin Zhao."

"En," he answered. In the dark, his eyes gleamed like a hungry animal hunting for prey. Looking down at Qingruo, he found half of her face hidden within his clothes and her hair everywhere. Relieved, he moved his arm and changed her position, "You woke up?"

QIngruo didn't ask about what just happened. His powerful demonic aura caused her to lose consciousness directly. Now , even though Qingruo woke up, her body felt terrible. She stretched with her arms above her head, nodded, then leaned back into his arms to look around. She needed to focus on recuperating now and trying not to use any of her internal energy as much as possible.

In all four directions, she could only see walls of black. Looking up and facing Lin Zhao's crimson pupils, Qingruo sadly blinked and asked, "Has your cultivation lowered again?"

Usually, the more powerful the demon, the fewer of the demon features show. Only when they are injured do they display again. Before waiting for Lin Zhao to answer, Qingruo straightened up slightly and raised her hand to touch his face. On the top of his head, there were two very cold pointed ears. She quickly retracted her hand and put it under his armpit for some desperately needed warmth. The movement could not have been more natural for her.

Lin Zhao gave a soft hum and shifted her so they could sit on the floor. They were in a cave dwelling, one that he had found a long time ago. It was originally a place only for him, but he didn't expect Qingruo to appear in his life. Holding her in one hand, Lin Zhao took out a huge night pearl from inside of his bag. Their surroundings instantly brightened.

Tossing the night pearl on the ground, Lin Zhao squeezed QIngruo's waist, "We will stay here for a while." The pearl's surface was too hard; it could not compare to the softness of her body. Qingruo grunted in reply and pulled on his clothes to cover herself more. Lin Zhao moved the hair from her chest and held her hand that was latched onto his clothes. "If you still feel uncomfortable, rest for a while. I'm here."

"Okay," Qingruo wearily replied. She leaned her head against his arms and closed her eyes.