The Little Husband Who Became the Ghost-Faced King

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Xiji pursed his lips. Even though he had prepared himself for this in his heart, he was still somewhat unwilling when he really faced it. But he also knew that in the eyes of the man in front of him, there was no option of rejecting this.

As if accepting his fate, Xiji lowered his head and took off his clothes one by one. He knelt naked in front of the Night King, covering his private parts and trying his best to restrain the urge to cover himself with clothes. His eyes began to turn red with shame.

From beginning to end, Ye Lin kept looking at the scene in front of him with calm eyes, and even his breathing did not become disordered at all.

Looking at Xiji, who seemed to be reflecting the light under the candlelight, he had a very mysterious feeling, and even wanted to touch it to see if the skin was as smooth and smooth as he saw.

He originally thought that once he saw the man's ugly body, he would lose all interest in him, and even be disgusted enough to want to kill him with a sword. But who knew that once he started to take off his clothes, he couldn't take his eyes away.

Looking at this extremely charming body stretching freely in front of him, Ye Lin suddenly laughed softly, and the sound seemed particularly clear in this enclosed space.

Xiji no longer cared about the shame that permeated his whole body. He quietly raised his head and looked at the Night King. He saw that although he was smiling, his eyes were always staring at him sharply.

The look in his eyes was like that of a hungry wolf who had finally found his delicious food and was looking at it with satisfaction.

Xiji: QAQ Does the Night King eat human flesh? He asked himself to strip naked just to measure whether the meat tastes good or not. How scary!

Xiji didn't care whether he was wearing clothes or not at this time. He quietly retreated, wanting to leave this terrible place.

Who knew that just as he moved, someone pinched his chin and forced him to look up at the person in front of him. He saw the face with a ghost mask. The eyes stared at him, rubbing his red lips, and said word by word: You gave it to me, and it can only be mine.

Xiji was so frightened at this point that he didn't dare to refute at all. He just nodded blankly. Then he saw the person in front of him smile.

Until he fell asleep, Xiji still hadn't recovered from the shock he had received today. Feeling the warm breath coming from behind him, he was a little confused about the Night King's train of thought. Did he ask him to take off his clothes just to have a smooth pillow?

Troubled by this incident, he didn't sleep well that night and still felt a little dizzy when he woke up the next day.

Sitting in the carriage in a daze, Xiji nibbled on the breakfast in his hand, thinking that he would finally be able to sleep well in bed when he got to the city. He felt touched but also a little sad.

While he was eating the dry food in his hand with difficulty, he saw several guards on horseback, each carrying a few packages, galloping in the opposite direction of their movement.

Xiji felt it was a little strange, but he couldn't find anyone to ask at the moment, so he kept the matter to himself and waited to find someone to ask later.

Before noon, they finally arrived at the city gate. Looking at the activity of people around, Xiji was so moved that he almost cried. He could finally find a place to have a good rest.

Naturally, no one dared to stop their team. After the captain of the guards showed his identity card, he was respectfully allowed to pass by the soldiers guarding the city.