Marrying the Soft-hearted Villain

A large, well-defined hand emerged from beneath the carefully tucked-in animal hide blanket, breaking through the icy air. Rough fingertips brushed against the furry hide sheet, unfazed by the cold, slowly reaching towards Ruan Qiuqiu.

In the quiet cave, only Yuan Jue's accelerating heartbeat could be heard.

Although the wolf intended to reciprocate the touch from earlier, in reality, he only cautiously touched the edge of Ruan Qiuqiu's animal hide blanket.

Stealthily, he lifted it, inch by inch, until he touched her hand.

His cool fingertips met his little wife's soft palm, and a warm sensation spread through him, making his pointed ears twitch involuntarily.

But quickly, noticing her unusually low body temperature, the joy that had been growing like weeds in his heart, along with the shy thoughts he couldn't voice, all vanished.

Why was she so cold?

Was she sick?

Was it because of his demonic energy…?

Worry flooded Yuan Jue's heart. His lips parted slightly, and a hoarse, low voice escaped his throat as he tentatively called out, "…Qiuqiu?"

Only silence answered him.

Mr. Wolf pressed his lips together, his large hand completely enveloping Ruan Qiuqiu's small one—

Her palm was covered in cold sweat, icy to the touch.

Yuan Jue's long eyelashes trembled. Ignoring the pain in his meridians, he mobilized his demonic awareness, allowing him to "see" her current state.

His little wife, who usually slept so peacefully, was now curled up in a corner. Although the animal hide was wrapped tightly around her, her body still trembled unconsciously. He could "see" that she was very cold.

As if a sharp blade had pierced his chest, Yuan Jue gritted his teeth, crimson light welling up in his eyes.

He carefully climbed out of the stone bed, his long black hair falling around his temples.

Lifting Ruan Qiuqiu's animal hide, her pale face was revealed, eyes tightly shut, forehead covered in cold sweat.

—She was sick.

Mr. Wolf panicked. Apart from injuries from battles and going astray during cultivation, he had never been sick before, and he knew even less about how to care for a sick human.

Subconsciously, his large hand gently stroked her forehead. The warmth was like a welcoming furnace to Ruan Qiuqiu, who felt as if she were trapped in the bitterest cold.

Her whole body was icy. Her eyelids fluttered, but she couldn't open them. Her parched throat couldn't utter a word. After struggling for a long time, she managed only one word, "…Cold."

Her fingers weakly lifted, then fell back down.

Cold.

Mr. Wolf hurriedly piled both of his animal hides on top of Ruan Qiuqiu, wrapping her into a small ball.

Seeing the ceaseless flow of cold sweat on Ruan Qiuqiu's forehead, the wolf's handsome face grew increasingly gloomy, while the corners of his narrow eyes gradually reddened—

How did those other demon clans care for sick humans?

Why couldn't he remember anything?!

Mr. Wolf propped himself up on his arm, drawing on the little demonic power he had left from the shattered demon core, the circles around his eyes growing redder.

He gripped the branch by the bed that Ruan Qiuqiu had left for him to use as support, but he gripped it too tightly, unintentionally crushing the first-grade ironwood.

Yuan Jue forced himself to calm down. With a cold expression, he frantically added firewood to the stone stove.

The temperature in the cave quickly rose, but the wolf wasn't satisfied. He looked at the pile of ox hides in the corner that Ruan Qiuqiu had neatly folded, intending to make into a thick curtain in a couple of days, his eyes flickering.

Ruan Qiuqiu, in extreme discomfort, only heard a cacophony of noises. The sound of wood being chopped outside was incessant, and the "master bedroom" was also filled with intermittent noises, mixed with the sound of boiling water in the stone stove. It made her head spin.

But she was so weak, unable to lift a finger or protest, and could only passively endure.

After an unknown amount of time, the noise gradually subsided. The cold wind that had been blowing into the cave since she had arrived seemed to have stopped.

The temperature in the "master bedroom" gradually rose, but Ruan Qiuqiu still felt very cold.

She hazily opened her eyes and with great effort turned her head, only catching a glimpse of a blood-covered figure and a thick animal hide curtain forcefully wedged into the stone wall.

—What was that silly wolf doing now?

Ruan Qiuqiu's heart ached. Her eyelids felt heavy as she sadly closed her eyes.

"Silly Wolf" Mr. Wolf, using all his demonic power and even some of his demonic energy, had chopped up most of the ironwood he had brought back, installing a "door" at the cave entrance and also modifying the animal hide curtain of their bedroom.

After doing all this, the temperature in the bedroom rose significantly. Yuan Jue pursed his pale lips and carefully wiped all the blood from his hands with a dirty, unwashed animal hide.

Drawing out some demonic energy, he completely healed the wounds on his palms before picking up the cool water set aside, taking a wooden spoon, and going to the stone bed, using his remaining demonic awareness to "look" at his little wife.

Lowering his long eyelashes, Yuan Jue first scooped up a spoonful of water and took a sip to test the temperature. Finding it just right, he began to feed Ruan Qiuqiu.

Qiuqiu, parched and desperate for water, despite her weakness, cooperated and swallowed the water.

After she finished the whole bowl of water and seemed to be feeling a little better, Mr. Wolf finally relaxed his tightly furrowed brows.

His demonic awareness "stared" at Ruan Qiuqiu's slightly glistening lips, then at the small wooden spoon that looked tiny in his large hands. He didn't know what came over him, but his dark eyebrows unfurled, then knitted together again. His beautiful eyes trembled, and his ears and chest felt burning hot.

He, he hadn't meant to do that.

That was considered a kiss, wasn't it?

His pointed wolf ears twitched rapidly, seemingly turning pink.

Yuan Jue pursed his lips, a blush creeping up his cheeks.

He picked up the wooden staff beside him, supporting his injured left leg, and filled another bowl of water.

This time, before feeding Ruan Qiuqiu, he, still with a cold expression, secretly touched the spoon to his lips, ostensibly testing the temperature.

…

Her body was reaching its limit. The temperature in the bedroom was warm enough, but Ruan Qiuqiu continued to sweat coldly and shiver.

The corners of Yuan Jue's eyes were red. He channeled a thread of demonic power into Ruan Qiuqiu's body, trying to find the cause of her illness.

But there was no demonic energy in her body, nor any internal injuries.

Worry etched between his brows, as his little wife once again murmured "cold" in her sleep, Yuan Jue slowly clenched his fists, his expression darkening.

He knew that humans often huddled together for warmth.

His wolf fur and blood were also warm enough.

But…

If he just took advantage of her unconscious state and lay down with her under the same animal hide blanket…

His palms sweated nervously. Mr. Wolf, unaware that he himself was the source of the warmth, felt his head practically steaming.

His demonic awareness fell on his ugly, severed limb, his narrow eyes narrowing slightly. His clenched fists loosened.

When she woke up tomorrow and found that he had touched her with such an ugly, crippled limb, would she cry? Would she be traumatized?

Transforming into his wolf form wasn't a good option either. His fur was coarse, and her skin was soft. It would prick her.

Yuan Jue didn't know what to do. Just before his demonic awareness faded, he lay down on the bed, subconsciously grasping Ruan Qiuqiu's hand.

His palm was very warm, and Ruan Qiuqiu felt that the only part of her body that was still warm was the hand he held.

She opened her eyes in a daze. Wrapped in the animal hide, following her instinct for warmth, she inched closer to Yuan Jue.

By the time the wolf came to his senses, his little wife had already made the decision for him.

A cool, soft arm wrapped around his. The animal hide blanket was pulled open, covering both the wolf and the human with some effort. Ruan Qiuqiu clung tightly to the warm furnace, burying her head in the "furnace wolf's" shoulder.

This furnace, though a bit hard, was getting warmer and warmer, and Ruan Qiuqiu was very satisfied.

Her warm breath brushed against the wolf's skin, sending shivers of tingling warmth through him.

Yuan Jue's head felt light. The feeling on his arm was soft and fragrant, completely different from a wolf.

Coupled with the spreading pain in his body, he could barely think.

Were all humans this proactive? He wasn't quite ready.

But since she had made her choice, she could only be his from now on.

Only his.

Yuan Jue's large tail secretly curled its tip, presumptuously wrapping around Ruan Qiuqiu's waist—

Tonight, they had kissed, slept together, she had hugged him, and he had wrapped his tail around her.

Did that mean they were mated now?

Mr. Wolf, completely ignorant and lacking any experience or knowledge about mating, naively thought they were now incredibly intimate.

Yuan Jue's ears drooped, and he let out a soft gasp, unable to bear it. He thought seriously,

When he felt better, he would ask if she was willing to form a bond with him.

Human lifespans were short, and he didn't want her to leave him so soon.

But if he couldn't recover… if he couldn't become a powerful wolf demon again, or if the day came when he lost his mind and fell into demonic madness…

He would leave on his own.

Yuan Jue tightened his grip on Ruan Qiuqiu's hand, his eyes deep—

He wouldn't let that day come.

Unless, it was to die for her.

…

Ruan Qiuqiu slept for a long time. She had a long dream, a dream of a dark cave where a human couple in cotton robes held a similarly indistinct infant in their arms.

Although she couldn't see their faces, Ruan Qiuqiu instinctively knew they were her parents, whom she had never met.

At the cave entrance stood another couple, also in cotton robes, but they were demon clan.

They held the hand of a little boy, no older than three or four, whose features were also unclear.

Ruan Qiuqiu heard her parents chuckle as they touched her cheek, teasing, "When the children grow up, let's have Qiuqiu marry your little boy, alright?"

Ruan Qiuqiu "…………"

Her head felt heavy. She heard the demon couple laugh, and the beautiful, long-haired woman bent down and asked the little boy, "Alright, are you willing to marry Qiuqiu?"

"Yuan Jue?"

Yuan Jue.

Ruan Qiuqiu "!"

Ruan Qiuqiu's eyes snapped open, her body covered in sticky, cold sweat.

Her eyes were hot and filled with tears.

Ruan Qiuqiu blinked, momentarily unable to distinguish the dream from reality.

Her head still ached, but she quickly realized something was amiss.

Something seemed to be wrapped around her waist, digging into her uncomfortably. She also seemed to be holding something hard in her arms…

Ruan Qiuqiu's gaze was hazy as she realized her sleeping position was different from usual.

Slowly, she lifted her head from the animal hide blanket. Catching sight of Mr. Grey Wolf's handsome face only inches away, Ruan Qiuqiu froze, then her entire face flushed crimson, as if dipped in dye—

How, how did she end up sleeping with this wolf???

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