rned around and locked the door, my brother took him out.I immediately stepped forward to take a closer look. Underneath the tangled red thread hung a piece of wood. I touched it and recoiled in disgu...Do we still need to ask this question

"Marry, marry, marry, is there even a question! I'd just run away if I had to put up with it anymore..." I muttered under my breath.

I have always looked up to Mu Wanchen, but now he has lifted me onto a low-hanging branch, and I am half a head taller than him.

From this angle, you can see his smooth forehead and beautifully drawn eyebrows.

And even the dragon scale patterns at the corners of his eyes and brows, coupled with the profound depths in his gaze, exuded an otherworldly air, yet remained calmly grounded.

"... Being my wife isn't always so comfortable and pleasant, a lot of people and things need you to take care of... Of course, you can ignore them, but inevitably someone will come bother you. When that happens and you get angry, you can take it out on me." He said with a light laugh.

"I'm such a good-tempered person." I said dismissively, rolling my eyes.

“You’re different from Mu Xiaoqiao. Your master governs the minor and major deities of the Underworld. Even if their cultivation levels vary, they have all grasped the Dao and are unlikely to cause trouble… But it’s different here. Governing requires brains, strategies, a balance of kindness and severity. You’ll find it more arduous than Mu Xiaoqiao.”

"It's fine, anyway I'm scarier than the little wife." I shrugged. "If you have anything else to scare me with, just say it all at once."

Mu Wanchen's lips curled into a smile, shook his head and said softly: "No, you're so brave, you shouldn't be scared..."

His breath was close to me, lingering at the corner of my lips. A little warmth brushed against my lips repeatedly in the cool night wind, teasing an itch in my heart.

I tentatively rubbed my forehead against his brow, and Mu Wanchen naturally tilted his head and kissed me.

Such probes were conducted many times between the two, with a tacit understanding unspoken yet felt.

I think both Muk Wan-chen and I are quite conservative at heart.

His living environment was very "retro", emphasizing natural order, morality, etiquette and hierarchy. My family is also conservative, and I lived with so many senior and junior fellow students.

When a large family lives together, individual privacy space shrinks, and there are almost no secrets. As a result, everyone is usually very mindful of their lifestyle.

I'm even less free, I've never had any intimate contact with the opposite sex, not even a hint of romantic feelings. So now I'm kind of scared, wanting to kiss him but also feeling a bit awkward.

Fortunately, Mu Wanchen was more proactive than I imagined. He kissed the corner of my lips and smiled: "...There's no one here."

Man is nothing, but he has a divine beast!

I stole a glance at the husband beside me. This pure white, four-legged divine beast hopped toward the lake, seemingly unwilling to stay here as a lightbulb.

The aura here is too dreamy.

Unseen yet brilliant, like a sparkling galaxy.

It makes me a little unsure of the boundaries between heaven and earth.

A tight embrace and sticky kisses, a spark began to spread, gradually blazing, consuming the little worry and unease in my heart.

When we first met, I was lying helplessly beneath him.

Back then, I wanted to bite his neck off. Now...all I can do is bite his lips.

Mu Wanchen was bitten by me and narrowed his eyes at me slightly: "What are you causing trouble for again"

"This is the mood!" I bit into it again.

He tilted his head slightly to avoid it, his lips landing on the side of my neck. His warm lips lightly grazed my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

I remember the first time he told me his name, he explained that "mu" refers to bathing, "wan" refers to a linked verse, and "chen" refers to one's birth date.

It was so matter-of-fact.

I couldn't help but reach out and touch his eyebrows.

Actually, he's not that scary.

Bathed in the gentle breeze, holding onto the stars.emendous crash of shattering glass, followed immediately by a man's furious roar.That was Mr. Lao's voice.We immediately went to the shadows at the corner of the stairs, Jiang Qiyun's barrier envelope...