Zhu Zhuqing Close your eyes and feel the warm God of Life energy seeping into your body.
"Hmm."
She hummed softly, with an indescribable contentment in her voice.
"So comfortable..."
"Don't do this next time."
Gu Linyuan said.
"I'll be gentler next time."
Zhu Zhuqing opened his eyes and glanced at him.
"No."
"I just like heavy ones."
Zhu Zhuqing said angrily.
She is somewhat similar to Dugu Yan.
In fact, there is a little distortion inside.
Dugu Yan actually has a fetish for pain.
Every time I have to beat her to death, and then help her regain her energy in the morning.
The same is true for Zhu Zhuqing. It's just not as serious as Dugu Yan.
She doesn't have a fetish for pain.
But she likes the way Gu Linyuan is hysterical and crazy for her.
This will give her a sense of security.
Even so, my body would feel like it was falling apart.
But as long as she thinks that Gu Linyuan wants her, her heart will be sweet.
This is a different mentality from Dugu Yan.
"Okay."
"Then I will cure you afterwards."
Gu Linyuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled.
His palm moved from her waist to her lower back, and pressed on the deepest part of her arc. The emerald green light lit up again, erasing several marks on her lower back.
Her whole body relaxed in the warm current, like a piece of kneaded dough, spread out in his palm, so soft that it was shapeless.
"I still want..."
Gu Linyuan looked down at her, "Aren't you afraid that I will never finish it?"
"I'm not afraid... I'm just getting along. In the next few days, the possibility of me getting pregnant will be very high."
Zhu Zhuqing looked at him and raised the corners of his mouth.
She reached out and grasped his hand hanging on the edge of the bed, and gently rubbed her fingertips in his palm, as if she was feeling the temperature and texture of his palm.
Gu Linyuan looked down at her, at her light-colored eyes that were a bit tired and satisfied at the moment, and at the loose black tulle on her body.
That layer of gauze rose and fell gently with her breathing, looking like a piece of water blown by the wind in the morning light.
"I believe it," he said.
He leaned down and placed a very light kiss on her lips.
Outside the courtyard, the morning light had just spread over the wall.
Two figures stood in the shadow of Old Locust Tree, one on the left and one on the right, half a step apart, like two ancient trees that had grown side by side for millions of years.
The wind passed around them, unable to blow their robes or the hair hanging down on their shoulders.
On the left is Goddess of Life.
She wore a long turquoise dress today, with the hem hanging down to her ankles. The fabric was as thin as cicada wings, glowing softly in the morning light.
She stood there, the green grass at her feet quietly rising a few inches in the morning light, two wild flowers in the corner bloomed silently, and even the dust in the air became warm, as if the entire spring was being held by her side.
On the right is God King of Destruction.
He was wearing a dark black robe. There were no patterns on the robe, only pure darkness that could absorb all the light.
He was tall, with broad shoulders and broad back, standing there like an insurmountable mountain. His long hair was purple, scattered on his shoulders, heavy, and carried a weight that made people afraid to look directly at him.
He stood beside Goddess of Life, and the aura around him was completely opposite to hers. He did not deliberately release pressure, but his existence itself made all things instinctively feel awe.
Goddess of Life turned his head and glanced at him.
"Please hold it tight, you are scaring the flowers away."
God King of Destruction said nothing, but the feeling of oppression did fade a bit.
The wild flower that had just retracted slowly unfolded again, as if carefully confirming whether the danger had been eliminated.
Goddess of Life turned his head, his gaze passed through the gap in the courtyard wall and landed on the half-closed window lattice.
The morning light squeezed in through the gaps in the window lattice, casting a thin golden line on the ground.
She could feel the two intertwined breaths in the room.
One is her Yuan'er, hot and vigorous, with fluctuations intertwined with God of Life and Destruction; the other is a beautiful girl, pliable and gentle, like a green bamboo washed by the rain, bending but not breaking.
The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and her eyes curved into two crescents.
"Yuan'er It's true, you are tormenting other girls like this."
Her voice was very soft, with a hint of complaint, but her eyes were sparkling, as if there were stars dancing in them.
It's good to toss and toss, it shows that there is hope. If you keep tossing like this, you may have a grandchild at some point.
God King of Destruction didn't use her spiritual sense to explore like she did.
He sat on a stone chair under the wall. His eyes fell on his intertwined fingers. The knuckles were thick and the bones were distinct. There were countless fine lines in the palm, like the cracks left after the earth was burned by fire. He stared at his hand for a long time, as if he was counting those lines, or looking at something else through those lines.
His shoulders were shaking slightly.
It was very light, so light that if you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't notice it at all. His breathing was heavier than usual, and the breath coming out of his nose carried a faint temperature, which condensed into a wisp of white mist in the morning light, and dispersed after drifting a few inches away.
Goddess of Life turned his head and glanced at him.
"You're shaking."
God King of Destruction did not raise his head, his voice was low and hoarse.
"No."
"You're just shaking."
"..."
God King of Destruction was silent for a while.
"I was just thinking."
"What are you thinking about?"
"I wonder what I should say when I see him later."
Goddess of Life looked at him, the corners of his lips raised slightly.
"What do you want to say?"
God King of Destruction didn't answer immediately. He stared at his hands.
"I have lived for so long and killed many creatures. I never feel that I owe anything, and I never feel that I need to explain anything to anyone. Only..."
His voice paused, as if it was stuck on something, or as if he didn't know what words to use to continue.
"I didn't grow up with this child."
Goddess of Life's smile faded a little, and his eyes softened a little.
"That's not your fault."
"I know." God King of Destruction said, "But I feel sorry for him."
The yard was quiet for a while. The wind blew through the leaves of Old Locust Tree, making a rustling sound.
"If he knew you had been waiting for him here for so long, he would only be happy."
God King of Destruction raised his head and glanced at her.
"You're right. He should be happy."
"My child. I will send him to the most noble throne in the world."
The morning light slowly climbed up from the top of the wall, shrouding the entire yard in a warm halo. The leaves of Old Locust Tree swayed gently in the breeze, and the two wild flowers that had just bloomed quietly opened a few more petals.