Utmost Tenderness

Ye Han was far too rough.

For two days straight, twice a day, he had been like a tireless bull.

After he had vented himself, Bo Saixi still felt her scalp prickle and shuddered whenever she recalled the woman's miserable state.

Looking at the disheveled woman before her, a trace of pity and guilt flashed through Bo Saixi's deep eyes. Good or bad, she was still just a woman!

"Stop struggling. You're badly hurt. If you truly can't get past this hurdle in your heart, then I promise you, when he wakes up, I'll make him marry you."

Bo Saixi stroked the woman's silky hair, her voice filled with maternal kindness.

Before this had happened, hearing Bo Saixi speak like that might have made the woman feel some goodwill toward her.

But now, her heart was filled only with disgust. She wished she could grind Bo Saixi's bones to dust, eat her flesh and swallow her bones, only then easing the hatred in her heart.

She slapped away the hand on her head and slowly rose. She looked back at the youth sleeping deeply on the bed, engraving his face firmly in her heart, then turned back to look at Bo Saixi.

She remembered both their faces. Then, limping along, stopping every three steps and resting every two, tears in her eyes, sweat on her forehead, and a face pale as gold paper, she left step by step.

Bo Saixi opened her mouth, but in the end said nothing as she watched the woman leave.

Turning back, she looked at Ye Han lying on the bed and approached him step by step, fists clenched, looking furious.

"It's all trouble caused by you, you bastard, yet I'm the one stuck taking the blame," Bo Saixi cursed.

She jumped onto the bed and kicked Ye Han in the crotch.

"Awooo!"

The sleeping youth let out a wolfish howl and instantly opened his eyes. His face twisted, veins bulging on his forehead.

Bo Saixi had never expected that her "gentle" kick would wake someone whose mental strength had been exhausted.

Caught off guard, before the weapon of the crime could be withdrawn, Ye Han instantly clamped down on it. Then the youth slammed a headbutt straight into Bo Saixi.

The scene at that moment was rather strange.

A breathtakingly beautiful woman in red, around thirty years old, sat on the youth's head with a deathly pale face.

Meanwhile, the youth had his head buried down, howling in agony.

"Damn it! Bo Saixi, I'll kill you!"

After finally catching his breath and understanding what had happened, Ye Han directly flipped Bo Saixi onto the bed and gave her pert rear a rapid series of smacks.

Bo Saixi's angry curses, threats, and pleas for mercy gradually turned into sobs.

Though she was a little excited, it was simply too embarrassing, wasn't it?

Ye Han was speechless, but the feel was just too good. Unable to resist, he gave her two more smacks before finally stopping.

"You're over a hundred years old and still crying like a child. Aren't you ashamed?"

Ye Han curled his lip.

"Y-you're a ten-thousand-year-old monster. What's wrong with me being a hundred? Can't I cry?" Bo Saixi choked out.

Damn it, I actually had no response to that.

Ye Han did not know whether to laugh or cry. He forcibly pulled Bo Saixi up and held her in his arms, his eyes filled with tenderness as he softly said, "I'm sorry."

The reason he apologized was because he remembered the state he had been in before losing consciousness.

At that time, Bo Saixi had been the only one by his side. He had thought he had taken Bo Saixi by force.

Yet after he had treated her like that, not only had she not left, she had not even taken the opportunity to kill him. Thinking of how she had acted like a young girl around him when they first entered the city, he felt that a woman like her deserved to be treated gently.

Bo Saixi was a little stunned, not knowing why Ye Han had suddenly become like a completely different person.

However, Ye Han's tenderness made her somewhat intoxicated. No one had ever treated her this way before.

Scolding her, keeping his distance from her, beating her.

Bo Saixi had lived for over a hundred years. All she had experienced was flattery, worship, and admiration. During the time she had spent with Ye Han, she had enjoyed a different kind of life called excitement.

Being with him, Bo Saixi's state of mind had unknowingly become much younger.

Ye Han gently cupped Bo Saixi's cheeks. Seeing her face streaked with tears, the tenderness in his eyes deepened.

Slowly, Ye Han lowered his head. Under Bo Saixi's dazed gaze, he gently and carefully kissed away the tear tracks on her face, one by one.

"You really are adorably foolish."

Looking into Bo Saixi's bewildered eyes, Ye Han could not help but smile before lowering his head again.

Only this time, his target was her vivid red lips.

"Mm!~"

Struggle, compliance, response—those changes happened in but an instant.

Bo Saixi's red robe was gently removed.

Ye Han was exceedingly gentle, but at the final moment, Bo Saixi pushed him away.

This time, it was Ye Han who was confused.

Looking at the fair, jade-like back swiftly covered by the bright red robe, Ye Han stepped forward and gently embraced the woman. Sensing her resistance, he hurriedly said, "I'll only hold you. From now on, if you don't agree, I won't touch you."

Bo Saixi's delicate body stiffened slightly before relaxing.

Her heart was in turmoil. She did not understand what was happening to her.

Although what had just happened was something she had experienced a few days ago, Ye Han had forcibly taken her then, and she had been unable to resist.

But just now?

Ye Han had not forced her, yet she had actually...

Bo Saixi's cheeks alternated between red and pale. At a loss, she simply let Ye Han hold her.

Time flew by like a fleeting white colt.

In the blink of an eye, three years had passed.

Over the past few years, Ye Han had kept his promise and no longer touched Bo Saixi improperly. Instead, he had treated her with utmost tenderness.

Bo Saixi was not foolish either. After spending so much time together day and night, she naturally understood why Ye Han had suddenly changed so completely and treated her so well.

She had always been the one protecting others. Suddenly being cherished by someone with all his heart allowed her to experience an unprecedented sense of ease and warmth. So she did not tell Ye Han the truth, wishing to possess this care forever.

Ye Han had never doubted it. He devoted half his attention to Bo Saixi and the other half to the Slaughter King.

That turtle bastard had failed to scheme against Ye Han and instead lost both his wife and his troops. Naturally, he was furious. Two years ago, he had begun making trouble for Ye Han. Not only had he refused to continue supplying Bloody Mary, he targeted Ye Han at every turn, seemingly ready to fight at the slightest disagreement.

Ye Han did not want to fight that green-haired turtle. On one hand, he worried that he might not be able to beat him. On the other, he feared that if the old turtle was about to die, he might suddenly rally and pull the rug out from under him, causing all of Ye Han's efforts to go down the drain.

So he endured when he could, avoided when he could, and agreed to the other party's demands whenever possible.

Over three years, he had deeply understood that haste made waste. He carefully absorbed Bloody Mary and no longer rushed ahead recklessly. His mental strength had recovered seventy to eighty percent, while Bloody Mary had already lost its effect. There was no point in staying any longer.

Today, he and Bo Saixi had happened to complete their hundredth challenge. It was time to leave.

When the Slaughter King heard that Ye Han wanted to brave the Hell Road, he did not hesitate for a moment. He directly opened the entrance to the Hell Road, as eager to send away a plague god as he was to shove the two of them inside.

Over the past few years, the Slaughter King had had enough. It felt as though Slaughter City had two Slaughter Kings, making him itch to twist off Ye Han's dog head immediately.

But when they met for the second time, that youth was no longer who he had once been. He gave the Slaughter King an incomparable sense of pressure, leaving him afraid to act rashly.

Now that he could finally send this hateful presence away, the Slaughter King wanted nothing more than to set off firecrackers in celebration.

Yet after that red figure disappeared from sight, he somehow felt inexplicably miserable. Not only did he feel no joy at all, he even had the urge to cry.

Was I crying tears of joy? the Slaughter King thought.

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