Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

Chapter 74: Nightmare.

——Husband.

That soft, low shout was enough to arouse a person's wild and fanciful thoughts.

The pale moonlight shone in from outside the window, and the cold scent entangled him. He saw the person in front of him, tilting his head slightly. His moist black eyes filled the other person deeply into his eyes.

He squeezed the other party's slender wrist abruptly, then pressed the other party on the bed. He clamped the other party's chin, and his low, hot breath sprayed on the other party's cheeks.

"Don't move." He muttered.

Just now, the other party pulled apart the clothes on his body. Vicious currents filled his long, narrow eyes like a fierce, hungry wolf. His stomach was rumbling with hunger as he stared at the prey before him, wondering how he should devour it.

The person under him looked at him docility and quietly, neither resisting nor taking the initiative anymore. His black hair covered the bed, and his plain white clothes were as neat as new.

Such a quiet, calm appearance made people want to peel open this person up inch by inch to see clearly inside, to watch their calm expression break down, to see him unable to help himself when the red at the end of his eyes becomes moist.

But when he stretched out his hand to touch the other party, he suddenly hesitated.

He felt a bit of absurdity and fear that came out of nowhere as if he was a prisoner carrying a treasure and walking on a single broken bridge. There was a dark and bottomless abyss in front of him. Crossing the boundary of this step, he would not gain but lose.

Only, they were obviously husband and wife. Finding joy in this matter was a natural thing of this world.

He stared at the person under him for a long time, then let go of the hand that was clamping the man's jaw. He straightened up and rubbed his eyebrows.

When he raised his head, his gaze hit the cold, bright moon that hung on the window sill. He was startled with a somewhat dazed gaze.

Behind him came the sound of clothing rubbing. A soft and warm body covered his back.

The other party placed his sharp lower jaw on his shoulder and asked softly: "Why don't you continue?"

He was silent for a moment, then said hoarsely: "You are not well, let's go to bed earlier today."

The person behind him seemed to be startled, then stretched out his arms to wrap around his neck, "My husband, have you forgotten? If you did not help me dual cultivate all year round, my body would have been long gone."

His Adam's apple rolled: "I'm afraid you do not like it."

"How could I not like it?"

The man behind him's chin rested against his left shoulder. His slender fingertips rubbed his Adam's apple. There was a slight laughing tone in his voice.

"Back then, I promised you to return to the mountains and forests together and live peacefully... From now on, you don't have to worry about the world's gaze. Between us, we are no longer master and disciple, but husband and wife."

"Master once lived for you." The other party said, "Now, I only want you."

...

Ye Yunlan walked in the secret realm.

He followed the direction his spiritual sense calculated and walked eastward. He saw a deep green pool in the endless sea of ​​red flowers.

The secluded pool looked like a piece of green jade embedded in red silk from a distance. He walked over, holding the heart-clearing charm in his hand. Using a little spiritual perception, he discovered that Shen Shu left deep residual sword energy there.