The mist of the hot spring is lingering, and the water temperature is also very suitable.
The sky was bright, and even if the surroundings were surrounded by fog and rock walls, Ruan Qiuqiu could still clearly perceive the light from the outside world.
Her vision was a little blurry, and when she couldn't restrain her trembling, she blinked her eyes hard, and finally she could vaguely see the clouds floating in the slightly gray sky beyond the fog.
Eyelashes and forehead were full of sweat, and his mind was a little blank. Ruan Qiuqiu felt that the consciousness belonging to Yuan Jue was coming from all directions, with an irresistible force, connecting with her little by little.
The spiritual power in his dantian skyrocketed at a terrifying speed. Along with the fatigue and weakness when he awakened his memory before, and the strange feeling of being unknown, Ruan Qiuqiu felt that he could not move at all.
For the first time, she felt that her legs and feet were so soft, her hands were so soft, and her whole body seemed to have no bones. She couldn't grasp Yuanjue's clothes that were not completely tattered. Slipped to the bottom of the hot springs.
But even if he didn't slide to the bottom of the hot spring, Ruan Qiuqiu felt that he was about to suffocate.
She felt that the hand that was tightly held by a wolf who had advanced to become a demon king earlier was no longer hers. Not only that, she felt that her legs were almost not hers.
Ruan Qiuqiu imagined that Yuan Jue was just an inexperienced wolf. At first, Mr. Demon King was so shy, she thought she could take the initiative.
But who knows, this wolf quickly opened the door to a new world after surrendering quickly.
Now, she really regretted why she looked at him pitifully just now, and wanted to call this wolf over.
That's all right. Originally it only took a quarter of an hour to soak in the hot spring, but now she is dizzy and has lost the concept of time.
Ruan Qiuqiu's ears were red all the way to the neck, and she bit her lower lip embarrassedly—
Yuan Jue was young and flustered, but even so, she couldn't resist.
Her voice was hoarse, her face flushed, and she felt like she was fluttering in the wind, swaying, completely at the mercy of wolves.
This wolf was not as considerate as usual. As long as she trembled and said something, he would kiss her lips aggrieved and choked, and read her name coquettishly.
I don't know how long it took, she almost lost consciousness, the sky seemed to be a little dark, and the hot spring was finally soaked.
He was wrapped in a crimson robe, Ruan Qiuqiu's head was dizzy, and he didn't even have time to look at a wolf whose scars were gone, the blood on Jun's face was washed clean, and the shy blushing was all over, and he closed it. Eyes, caught in a dream.
Before falling asleep, Ruan Qiuqiu had a thought in his mind—
Although she wasn't very resistant, but it didn't go to the end... Otherwise, it wouldn't be a contract...
A certain wolf who had just opened the door to the new world with his beloved little lady, still didn't know that his little wife was already a little bit overwhelmed by him. His dark eyelashes were curled, his eyes were lightly hooked, and he was extremely excited.
New clothes were transformed on him—
It is a little darker than the previous one with its own wolf skin, and the color of the starry sky is faintly flowing, shining brightly.
Yuan Jue's scarlet eyes stared at Ruan Qiuqiu's sleeping face, bent over and slapped her several times, and then couldn't help licking her lips, holding back some thoughts, and then carried her into the cave and covered her with a quilt. .
With slender fingers pinching the quilt, Yuan Jue sat on the edge of the wedding bed, her eyes dark.
He struggled inwardly for a long time, and finally decided to squeeze a quilt with the little lady with a blushing face.
With long hands, long feet and a big tail, he tightly wrapped Ruan Qiuqiu in his arms.
- Ruan Qiuqiu didn't sleep very well because he had been slaughtered for so long in the afternoon.
She had a somewhat pitiful dream of being bullied. The soft and warm quilt in the dream suddenly disappeared, replaced by a hard quilt.
The quilt seemed to be fine, and kept pestering her, panicking.
But because he was too tired, Ruan Qiuqiu didn't want to lift a finger, so he had to endure it, and only whispered the name of a wolf in Yuan twice when he was uncomfortable, hoping that he would drive the quilt demon away.
Unfortunately, this move was useless at all, and instead made the quilt tangle even tighter.
Yuan Jue's long jet-black hair hung down, and her curled eyelashes were half-closed, slightly concealing the uncontrollable possessiveness in her eyes.
She is his is his is his.
It's a wolf, it's a wolf, it's a wolf.
They finally have all the obstacles and are about to make a contract.
Her heart was hot, her throat was choked up, Yuan Jue restrained and kissed the tip of her ear, her little fangs touched her shoulder, and finally she was put away, and it only turned into a light lick.
He felt that he was becoming more and more shameless and perverted. A long time ago, those demons who didn't like him were really right about him.
He is... a perverted star-moon wolf.
Now, there is also the title of the head of the evil forces in the demon world.
But so what
He already has the most unique and precious existence in these two worlds.
An indescribable smile flashed between Yuan Jue's long and narrow eyebrows. Although some of the novel thoughts he had just been relieved of were not completely satisfied, as long as this was the case, he felt that Ruan Qiuqiu was in his arms, right in his arms. side.
Listening to her shallow breathing, his half-life of pain that was like an abyss and ravines seemed to be gently eased.
The only thing left is the gentleness and quietness of the sun.
He held her for a long time, and the long-lost sleepiness surged up. The soul that had been running for hundreds of years with obsession seemed to finally realize exhaustion at this moment.
The drowsiness surged like a tide, and almost instantly drowned out the powerful forest legends that would not feel tired, the ruthless and ruthless Demon King, and finally felt sleepy during the long, sober torment.
He didn't force himself to wake up, just closed his eyes gently like this, even his long hair was still a little wet, and the hair strands of his beloved little lady were curled together like a woven brocade, indistinguishable from each other.
The cave was quiet, and only the warm grass in the corner was still emitting a soft and warm light.
…
Ruan Qiuqiu slept for a long time this night. When she woke up, although her legs were still a little uncomfortable, she finally regained some strength in her hands and feet.
She felt something wrapped around her waist, reached out and touched it, and found that it was Mr. Demon King's tail.
According to the usual, a certain wolf who should not be in the cave was still there. Ruan Qiuqiu moved his body carefully and found that he was trapped in his arms by the wolf and slept in his arms.
She raised her head slightly, and saw Mr. Yuan who was still asleep.
This is also the first time that she has clearly seen the way to fully recover her appearance.
In fact, it is not much different from when there are scars on the face.
The eyebrows are very dark, the eyelashes are thick and curled, the bridge of the nose is very straight, and the rosy lips are finally not pressed tightly by Ku Da Qiu Shen, as beautiful as Mr. Little Grey Wolf.
It's just that the bottom of his eyes is full of dark blue. He didn't feel it when he opened his eyes with blood all over his face before, but now he can see his exhaustion.
Just like the wolf cub who cried and didn't want her to leave, it was extremely vulnerable.
Ruan Qiuqiu carefully stretched out his hand and gently brushed Yuan Jue's eyelids with his fingertips, as if this would make him feel more relaxed.
- Life and death, reincarnation several times, must be very hard.
Ruan Qiuqiu didn't get up in a hurry, but put down his hands, chose a comfortable position in his arms, and closed his eyes again.
When she woke up again, the sky was bright outside, the warm sunlight poured in, and Yuan Jue was no longer by her side.
A strong aroma came from another cave, as if telling her that Mr. Demon King had prepared food.
Ruan Qiuqiu was a little slumbered, she rubbed her sore and soft arms, and got up with support, and then she was embarrassed to find that there was only one set of Yuanjue's clothes beside the bed—
It was the moon-white one she had made for him before, which was obviously taken by the wolf Hui tribe.
But why he didn't take her clothes on purpose is unknown.
Ruan Qiuqiu was a little helpless and wanted to laugh. She glanced at the wide crimson robe she was wearing, hesitated for a while, and changed into another set of Yuan Moulang's clothes, and tried her best to fasten the neckline with a belt, but it seemed Still kind of funny.