“Master, we await your orders,” ten men in black, wearing black masks, knelt respectfully before him. Their voices were as cold as a cellar, their black robes stained with specks of blood, like blooming blood-red poppies, so enchanting…
He couldn’t believe it; his carefully laid trap had been destroyed just like that. His black pupils contracted, his fists clenched, fingernails digging into his palms, and on the snow-white carpet, red blood flowers bloomed…
“How could this be? How did you know?” His voice trembled slightly.
“Mm, so hot, so hot…” The cool touch was gone, and the fire within her reignited. Unconsciously, her long legs kicked off the brocade quilt, her red lips slightly parted, murmuring in dissatisfaction.
“Bunny,” he pulled the thin blanket over her exposed body, gently patting her back as if soothing a child, and gently pulled her hands, which were trying to pull the quilt away, into his embrace.
“Send Young Master Liu Ye back to the demon realm,” he commanded coldly when looking at Liu Qing, unaware that his “send back” was meant kindly. A dark green figure blocked his way.
“Put her down,” he didn’t comply, stepping forward to block the black figure, unwilling to give in.
“What right do you have?” He mocked with a sneer, continuing to step forward, showing no regard for him. A blow to the head, his power was inferior, and all hundred of his demon soldiers were defeated. His ten death warriors were not ordinary, and there was no chance of victory. Seeing the flushed face in his arms, his heart tightened, filled with mixed emotions.
“One day, the one holding her will be me, not you,” he said with arrogance, frustration, and anger. Hearing this, Wang Xie’s brows furrowed slightly, his grip on her tightened.
Seemingly carefree, he left, his loose clothes, the swing of his sleeves, and the departure, who would know the bitterness of that green intent, the smile at the corner of his mouth sent shivers down one’s spine.
“Hot, so hot… mm…” She twisted her body in agony, trying to alleviate the heat within, her consciousness dominated by desire.
“Be good, we’ll be there soon,” he said helplessly, knowing she had not taken an ordinary aphrodisiac but something called “Immortal Desire,” which could only be neutralized through intimacy with the opposite sex, otherwise, the fire of desire within her would be uncontrollable.
In the basement of the Demon Palace, where Xiao Tu’s shell was once preserved, the ice cellar was still as bone-chillingly cold. Gently placing her on the ice bed, a satisfied sigh escaped her as the icy cold invaded her body, reducing her lustful fire. She no longer struggled, sleeping peacefully like a baby. Seeing her sweet sleeping face, Wang Xie smiled with relief.
“Do you know how tempting you are?” He lay beside her, satisfied like a child, murmuring in her ear. He suppressed his own desires, unwilling to violate her again, because he had learned to love, to love selflessly, all because she was the one.
He poured in his true qi to prevent the cold from harming her, meticulously caring for her, sweat beading on his forehead, but the smile on his lips never faded. A demon king, trapped by love, hurt by love, changed by love, his love was so selfless, so pure, I believe any woman would be moved…
“Hot… so hot, so hot…” Her cries of unbearable heat grew louder, her face flushed even more, her hands waving, seemingly searching for a bit of coolness. Her lips met his thin lips, her hands moving clumsily over his body, easing the fire within. Feeling the tingling sensation on his lips, with a hint of cherry blossom fragrance, he opened his eyes.
“Bunny,” he was surprised; how could the cold jade bed not suppress her desire? Her delicate body writhed in discomfort, her snow-white arms sliding under his inner clothes, igniting the sparks of desire.
“Hot, so hot, mm…” It wasn’t just the heat; the emptiness inside her grew stronger.
“I want… I want…” She didn’t know what she wanted; she just felt an emptiness in her body, needing something to fill it.
“Be good, don’t move,” he said with a wry smile, his desires reacting to her inexperienced teasing. He held her tightly, enduring the bone-chilling cold.
“Haha, look at you, you couldn’t stay away from her for just two hours,” Liu Ruo Meng teased. His face flushed slightly; indeed, without seeing her, his heart was in turmoil, unable to appreciate even the most beautiful night scenery.
Qian Yu Lian called out directly, “Bunny, your husbands are back!”
Walking into the room, all I saw was a plate of eaten pastries. By the bed, a sea-blue gauze skirt, and the soft moonlight filtering through the window onto the chaise lounge covered with animal hide. A faint scent of cherry blossoms lingered in the air. Stunned, time seemed to freeze, the oppressive atmosphere spreading throughout the room. No one was there; searching the entire estate frantically still yielded no sign of that familiar silhouette. Panic enveloped everyone… Regretting leaving her alone at home. The moon hid behind the clouds, seemingly regretting too, that the exquisite girl was reluctant to be enveloped by its light again. Inside the mansion, lights were ablaze, shadows scurried, urgent footsteps hurried, but still no trace of the beauty. Without that faint, elegant, heart-soothing cherry blossom fragrance, it seemed impossible to breathe. Why? Why? He had fought through the “Misty Forest” with monsters for her, mastering high-level magic, obtaining the divine sword “Ice Blue,” all just to protect her. Why? Why? He had trained since childhood for her, to serve the goddess, not expecting to lose his heart, seeing her sweet smile was enough.
Chapter Thirty-Two – Familiar Ice Cellar
