coobybook Chapter 363 The Cold and Pure Human Buddha Child VS The Adorable and Devoted Demon Cat Emperor [39]
Chapter 363 The Cold and Pure Human Buddha Child VS The Adorable and Devoted Demon Cat Emperor [39]
Chapter 363 The Aloof and Holy Human Buddha Child VS The Adorable and Devoted Demon Cat Emperor [39]
"Husband, why are you avoiding me?"
Warm breaths deliberately brushed past his ear, and Jiang Xiyu's throat tightened slightly as he looked at Yuejia in his arms without saying a word.
His face was already extremely handsome, half of it was obscured by light and shadow, and his sculpted chin had a dignified air when it was taut.
Yuejia raised her eyes to look at him, then raised her fingertips and lightly traced the outline of Jiang Xiyu.
Jiang Xiyu lowered his eyes, and after a long while, he grabbed Yuejia's fidgeting hand, preventing him from touching her again.
He subtly changed the subject, asking, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Yuejia's brows furrowed slightly, and she looked at Jiang Xiyu with a pitiful expression.
He didn't reply, and after a long while, he turned his face away as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
The cold moonlight cast a shadow on his face, making it appear inexplicably pale.
Jiang Xiyu could easily see through his seductive intent, but seeing Yuejia's appearance, he couldn't care less about it.
He softened his tone, playing along with him, and asked with concern, "Where are you feeling unwell?"
Yuejia countered, "If I'm not feeling unwell, can't I come to see you?"
Jiang Xiyu's gaze lingered on his seemingly sickly skin. After a moment, she reassured him, "What are you saying, Madam? Of course, I will come."
Yuejia then pressed on, "Then why is my husband avoiding me?"
“My husband has been away from the demon realm for several months now.”
"I'm all alone here, in a place I don't know anyone, so it's really hard for me to feel at ease."
"Now, my husband is avoiding me again. Could it be that he dislikes me? I, cough cough..."
As Yuejia spoke, she coughed softly.
Jiang Xiyu frowned, quickly raised her hand to pat his back, and coaxed him patiently, "That's not the case."
He couldn't very well say it was to see another version of himself.
Only by returning to Shiga's side can we prevent future problems from arising.
Jiang Xiyu never doubted Shiga's abilities. He knew that if Yuejia left even the slightest trace, Shiga would be able to find him.
What Jiang Xiyu wanted to do was to delay this day.
At least for now, he cannot let Yuejia leave him.
Jiang Xiyu lifted Yuejia's chin, turned his face toward her, and then explained to him in a soft voice, "I need to dissolve the merit in my body recently. Only in this way can I absorb more merit to cure your illness after returning to Cibei Temple."
Upon hearing this, Yuejia's eyes flickered slightly.
Jiang Xiyu looked into his eyes and continued earnestly, "How could I possibly despise you? I entered the Buddhist order to find a way to save you. Otherwise, I would never want to be separated from you for even a moment, but your health is always so poor..."
As if genuinely concerned for Yuejia's suffering, Jiang Xiyu slowly frowned and said, "Wait a little longer. Once I find a solution, I will never leave you again, Qingqing."
Yuejia was startled, caught off guard and fell into those eyes as clear as autumn water.
His greedy, demanding face was reflected in the mirror. Even draped in a cloak of moonlight purity, it could not conceal his insatiable lust. Yet, those eyes still gazed at him tenderly, devoid of any ugly human desires...
Yuejia didn't know what those emotions, shrouded in mist, were. In a moment of bewilderment, he suddenly smiled faintly at Jiang Xiyu and replied without the slightest hesitation, "Okay, I'll wait for you."
Her gentle tone was drawn out, carrying a sense of tender affection between them.
But his eyes showed no smile, as if he was unmoved by these words.
Jiang Xiyu could see it, and he knew it, that only the most basic interests could sway Yuejia.
He can satisfy Yuejia's desires, and this is something he does willingly for Yuejia.
But he wouldn't keep satisfying Yuejia forever, because what Jiang Xiyu ultimately wanted was precisely what was pulled out by his desires.
What he wanted was Yuejia's love/desire.
This is what Jiang Xiyu desires.
When their eyes met, Jiang Xiyu stroked Yuejia's face and slowly returned his smile.
The light and shadow flickered, and her long, silvery hair fell down, landing on Yuejia's cheek.
Their breaths mingled, so close.
The kiss ultimately landed only on Yuejia's brow.
Yuejia lowered her eyes, sensing the wafting fragrance, and her pupils instantly darkened to the color of night.
I don't want this...
What he wanted was closer contact, a mutual push and pull, a mutual dependence.
They are inseparable, like the convergence of tides.
Yuejia suddenly raised her hand and wrapped her arms around Jiang Xiyu's neck, preventing him from leaving.
Jiang Xiyu choked up, his voice low and hoarse: "It's very late..."
"Yes, it's very late." Yue Jia smiled knowingly, following Jiang Xiyu's words, and then tilted his head back slightly.
That warmth then slid down his brows and eyes.
It felt as if raindrops had fallen on his forehead, then drifted away, searching for his lips.
Until they were almost within reach, Yuejia's breath was as fragrant as orchids.
Jiang Xiyu's heart trembled uncontrollably, feeling that Yuejia was like a succubus.
He was indeed no different from a succubus; at least for a moment, Jiang Xiyu was truly bewitched.
Lost in thought, Jiang Xiyu waited for Yuejia to kiss him, and he did not resist at all. He even held Yuejia by the back of his neck, hugged him tightly, closed his eyes and deepened the kiss.
The fragrance of the rose permeated the hall, growing ever stronger.
Like brewing fine wine, some people get drunk while others remain sober.
It was impossible to tell whose voice it was, or whose instigation it was.
Taking advantage of the brief moment of separation, Yuejia suddenly opened her eyes and whispered a seductive call.
"Husband."
"My husband, look at me..."
Jiang Xiyu slowly raised her eyelids, her eyes seemingly filled with spring water, her mind in a state of confusion and bewilderment.
Moonflower's crimson eyes swirled, a faint red glow emanating from them.
Like a vortex weaving beautiful illusions, the red spider lilies bloom, enticing people to fall into it.
A smile played on his lips, his voice carrying a seductive undertone as he whispered, "My lord, look at me, look into my eyes..."
Jiang Xiyu stared uncontrollably into Yuejia's alluring eyes, his gaze slowly dimming until the spider lilies in Yuejia's eyes seemed to bloom into his own. Suddenly, Jiang Xiyu's pupils turned a deep crimson.
Seeing this, Yuejia greedily lingered her fingertips on Jiang Xiyu's lips, her gaze fixed on Jiang Xiyu.
He wiped away the **, then stretched his hand in front of himself, as if smelling the fragrance of flowers, his tongue flicking to gather honey.
Such a bizarre yet incredibly beautiful scene would stir the heart of anyone who saw it.
Jiang Xiyu's eyes, however, darkened completely, and he remained motionless, like a puppet being manipulated.
Yuejia waved her hand in front of Jiang Xiyu's eyes, and seeing that he really didn't react, she easily pinned Jiang Xiyu to the ground.
His long, black hair cascaded down his back, and as it fell, the cold moonlight on the ground finally came into view.
His tone was icy cold as he asked, "My husband, tell me, how did you accumulate your merits?"