Clink, clank—the sounds rang out without a break.
Ye Guyue seemed trapped in an endless loop. Dong'er no longer bothered to hide her feelings, and seemed to be venting all the frustration she had built up over the past seven months in a single night.
The morning sun slowly rose, its rays spilling into the room.
Ye Guyue slowly opened his eyes and saw Dong'er, already up, looking radiant beside the bed.
Bibi Dong held a skirt and swayed it gently in front of Ye Guyue.
"Husband, you lost. And your robes were torn to shreds last night. A bet's a bet!"
Ye Guyue's face flushed with anger. He tried to sit up, but his lower back and abdomen felt weak and sore, so he could only lean against the headboard and glare at her.
"You clearly cheated! You tied me up with spider silk and poisoned me. That doesn't count!"
"What can I do? You lost, husband." Bibi Dong stuck out her tongue and held the skirt out to him. "The rules never said you couldn't use your Martial Soul. You just didn't think of that yourself, so you can't blame me."
Ye Guyue looked at her smug expression, then at the robes lying in shreds all over the floor, and could only sigh helplessly.
It was only a matter of putting it on. He couldn't exactly stay in the room naked.
Bibi Dong really had a lot of ideas when it came to this sort of thing.
He gritted his teeth, threw back the covers, and tried to get out of bed.
The moment his feet touched the floor, his legs gave out beneath him. He pitched forward and nearly fell.
"Careful, husband! Don't fall!"
Bibi Dong hurriedly caught him around the waist and helped him back onto the bed.
Ye Guyue rolled his eyes at her and snapped, "This is all your fault! You kept me up all night. My legs are still weak."
"All right, all right, it's all my fault." Bibi Dong obediently admitted her mistake. Her fingertip gently touched his brow as a wisp of black Soul Power flowed into him, dispelling the poison still lingering in his body.
Once the poison was gone, Ye Guyue finally got his strength back.
He took the plain white skirt from Bibi Dong and turned his back to her, stiffly beginning to get dressed.
The cool fabric against his skin made him feel uncomfortable all over.
It was his second time wearing a skirt. As he lifted his hands to straighten the hem, his movements were clumsy and awkward, and his cheeks stayed red all the way to his ears.
The plain white skirt fit his slender figure, its hem falling to his ankles and revealing a glimpse of his smooth, pale skin.
His white hair fell over his shoulders, complementing the simple white dress. His naturally cool, otherworldly air now carried a touch of fragile beauty.
Bibi Dong stared, transfixed. Unable to resist, she stepped closer, gently wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, and whispered in his ear, "Husband, you look so beautiful in a skirt—more beautiful than any woman I've ever seen."
Ye Guyue stiffened and shoved her away, mortified. "Don't talk nonsense!"
Bibi Dong chuckled. "Yes, yes, Dong'er won't talk nonsense. As long as you're happy, husband."
After all, she had already gotten what she wanted, and was carrying her husband's child. This was sure to be the most important moment of her life.
She wondered whether it would be a boy or a girl.
"Husband, will you indulge Dong'er in the future?"
Ye Guyue was puzzled. "Indulge you in what? Haven't I been indulging you every day?"
When had he ever failed to?
He was the one who usually indulged Bibi Dong.
Bibi Dong looked a little guilty.
"I mean, husband, could you wear a different skirt every so often? I want to see you in red, purple, blue..."
"Stop, stop, stop!"
Ye Guyue hurriedly cut her off, feeling utterly overwhelmed.
"We'll talk about your little request later."
"Not now?" Bibi Dong asked, confused.
"Not now. I've already put the skirt on. What else do you want me to do?" Ye Guyue reached out and pinched Bibi Dong's cheek. "Be good and behave."
"All right, I'll listen to you." Bibi Dong gave in.
"Then, husband, why do you think Yu Xiaogang's limbs recovered?"
Bibi Dong was very curious about Yu Xiaogang's recovery and his breakthrough to Soul Ancestor.
He had healed all four limbs without using any Soul Bones. It was incredible.
If there really were a method like that on the continent, word of it should have spread long ago.
Ye Guyue replied, "My guess is that he received a divine inheritance."
He had actually come up with several possibilities, but this was the only one that seemed remotely plausible.
"Divine inheritance?" Bibi Dong froze. "How could a good-for-nothing like him possibly receive a divine inheritance?"
"I can't think of any other way. Yu Yuanzhen wouldn't be willing to use four Soul Bones to save him, either."
Ye Guyue thought of Yu Xiaogang's effeminate voice and added, "Maybe Yu Xiaogang sacrificed something of his own, too. There's no such thing as a free lunch."
There was no such thing as a free lunch.
"Husband, you make a good point."
Bibi Dong suddenly pressed her legs tightly together. Her fingers started to drift downward, but she restrained herself, gazing at Ye Guyue with misty eyes.
"Husband..."
Ye Guyue paused and took a few steps back. "Dong'er, what are you doing?"
"Dong'er's lonely, husband. Let's do it one more time. It's still early morning, and there's no rush to go to Spirit Hall." Bibi Dong licked her red lips and immediately pounced on him.
"Dong'er, no. I still have important things to do."
"Don't..."
The watermelon fork stick, squelch, juice splattered everywhere.
After a passionate bout that lasted until nearly noon, Ye Guyue finally left the Wedding Chamber.
Walking ahead, Ye Guyue's cheeks were flushed, and he was in a terrible mood.
"Husband, wait for Dong'er."
Bibi Dong had only just grabbed Ye Guyue's hand when he yanked it away.
Bibi Dong panicked. I hope I didn't really make husband angry.
The two chased after each other until they reached Spirit Hall.
By a stroke of luck, Mighty Lion Douluo, Guangling Douluo, and Azure Luan Douluo happened to be passing by.
When the three saw Ye Guyue in a plain white skirt, beautiful as a celestial maiden, their eyes lit up.
"So this is what Guyue looks like in a skirt?"
"He's gorgeous."
"But are those two having a lovers' quarrel?"
The three watched Ye Guyue's mortified expression and Bibi Dong's frantic apologies.
It was a rare sight indeed.
Guangling Douluo raised his arm and waved. "Little Yueyue, come over here and let us three old fellows have a look."
Hearing Guangling Douluo's voice, Ye Guyue lowered his head and walked over without a word.
"Why are you blushing, Little Yueyue? Doesn't it suit you?" Guangling Douluo said with a laugh.
Ye Guyue clutched the hem of his skirt, displeased. "It doesn't suit me at all."
Bibi Dong hurriedly hugged Ye Guyue from behind, her voice pitiful, though she was already apologizing sincerely. "Please don't, husband. Dong'er was wrong. I won't take matters into my own hands again."
Mighty Lion Douluo asked gravely, "Holy Maiden, what happened between you two?"
Weren't the couple getting along just fine?
What had Bibi Dong done to make Guyue angry?
"It was just a little thing that made husband angry. He hasn't spoken to me the whole way here. I'm afraid he'll leave me." Bibi Dong's eyes brimmed with tears, and she looked utterly pitiful.
She couldn't bring herself to say what had happened.
Ye Guyue grabbed Bibi Dong's wrist, impatient. "When did I ever say I'd leave you? You're the one making things up."
"Husband, I'm sorry. Don't be angry. I promise I won't do it again next time. I'll be gentler." Bibi Dong's eyes reddened as she made her promise with utmost sincerity.
That promise had said absolutely nothing.
Ye Guyue was just about to reply when Golden Crocodile Douluo's voice came from a distance.
"Oh? Third, fourth, fifth—you're all here?"
The three saw Golden Crocodile Douluo hurrying over in excitement and were a little surprised. They had never seen him this worked up.
"You three just got back from outside. I have good news for you: the Holy Maiden is pregnant."
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