Marrying the Soft-hearted Villain

Hearing Mr. Big Bad Wolf’s voice, Ruan Qiuqiu’s heart stirred. She quickly tidied her slightly disheveled clothes and replied, “Mm…”

Silence reigned beyond the animal hide curtain for several seconds. The wolf on the other side, having conjured up who knows what images, finally asked in a husky voice, “Does your waist hurt?”

Ruan Qiuqiu “?”

Why would her waist hurt?

She was stunned for a moment before realizing that Yuan Jue had been coiling his tail around her waist during their joint cultivation, hence the question.

A smile involuntarily touched her lips. Ruan Qiuqiu raised her hand to touch her slightly warm cheeks and assessed her body. Her waist, like her arms and legs, was only a little sore.

“No,” Ruan Qiuqiu replied quickly, climbing out of the stone bed as she answered him.

Outside, Yuan Jue heard the rustling of clothes from within the marital chamber. He lowered his long lashes, hiding the flicker of shyness in his eyes, his ear tips reddening. “Wolf… is waiting for Wife outside.”

Ruan Qiuqiu “…”

She thought he would come in.

A faint aroma wafted from the gap in the animal hide curtain. Mr. Tianluo Gray Wolf must have already prepared breakfast.

Feeling warmth in her heart, Ruan Qiuqiu smiled and quickly dressed.

The animal hide they used as a blanket was still the same one, interspersed with some silver-gray fur, likely from Mr. Big Bad Wolf’s tail.

Ruan Qiuqiu looked down at herself and found that her clothes were also covered in Yuan Jue’s fur.

They had only cultivated once. Why had Mr. Tianluo Gray Wolf shed so much fur? It was winter, so logically, he shouldn’t be shedding. Moreover, Yuan Jue was a demon and could control his own body temperature…

Could it be that his diet hadn't been good enough lately, and he was shedding due to a lack of nutrition?

Ruan Qiuqiu pondered silently as she conjured a few balls of warm water without any healing properties to cleanse herself.

Her current strength was at the peak of the second level, and her control over her physical and spiritual power had also improved significantly.

At first, it took her tens of seconds to barely create a drop of healing water with a weak effect. Now, she could effortlessly create thumb-sized water balls with the same weak effect.

After her strength increased, Ruan Qiuqiu had a deeper understanding of her mutated water-type spiritual power.

Undoubtedly, the stronger she was, the more water she could create.

However, the spiritual power consumed in creating ordinary water and water with healing properties was not on the same scale.

At the peak of the second level, she could create enough ordinary water, without any spiritual energy or special effects, to fill half the cave, consuming only one percent of her spiritual power. She and Mr. Big Bad Wolf no longer needed to collect clean snow from outside to melt for water.

But if she wanted to add simple effects to ordinary water, such as creating ice water, warm water, or hot water, the spiritual power consumption would increase, varying depending on the water temperature.

If she wanted to create enough scalding hot water to fill half the cave, it would probably consume two-thirds of her spiritual power.

That was still manageable. Ruan Qiuqiu sighed inwardly.

Condensing water with healing properties consumed the most spiritual power.

Previously, when her strength was at the late stage of the first level, she could create two small wooden cups of healing water droplets with weak effects by completely depleting her spiritual power for the day.

Now that her strength had increased, she could not only condense healing water droplets with weak effects but also water beads with slightly stronger healing effects.

To better understand her current capabilities, Ruan Qiuqiu had classified the water beads with different levels of healing effects.

Level one healing water beads had only a weak effect, and condensing a small wooden cup consumed about one-tenth of her spiritual power.

Level two healing water beads had a stronger healing effect, and condensing a small wooden cup consumed about one-third of her spiritual power.

Level three healing water beads, the strongest healing water beads she could currently condense, required one-tenth of her spiritual power to create a single drop.

In other words, if she completely exhausted herself, she could only condense ten water beads with abundant spiritual energy and decent healing effects in a day.

Now that the spiritual energy in the back mountain was only one-third of what it used to be, if she completely exhausted herself, it would probably take three days to recover through cultivation and sleep.

Therefore, it was best not to push herself to that point unless absolutely necessary.

As Ruan Qiuqiu pondered, she picked up a hairband made from scraps of thin animal hide and tied up her long hair.

Although level three healing water beads consumed a lot of spiritual power, it was still perfectly feasible for her and Mr. Big Bad Wolf to drink one drop each day.

A stronger healing effect could also alleviate their physical and mental fatigue to a certain extent.

Later, she would ask Grandma Qing Ruyi if she knew how to carve runes that could prevent spiritual energy from dissipating and create a few small bamboo tubes with preservation functions. There were still a few days until the Demon Market, and she could save some healing water beads to sell and exchange for more animal hides and food.

It would be even better if she could exchange them for the seeds or spirit stones she wanted.

Ruan Qiuqiu made her plans. She didn’t keep Yuan Jue waiting long and quickly folded the animal hide blanket, lifting the curtain.

A rich aroma wafted towards her, surprising Ruan Qiuqiu.

It was morning, and it was still snowing outside. The cave was slightly dim, but Mr. Tianluo Gray Wolf had somehow created several recesses in the rock wall corridor, each holding a peculiar, light-white plant where the light and shadows shifted.

After examining them with her spiritual power, Ruan Qiuqiu discovered that these light-white plants were only first-level and had no offensive capabilities. They looked like hydrangeas but emitted a soft, non-glaring light.

Intrigued, she quickly followed the aroma to the left side of the cave, near the small cave where she had previously rested alone.

It had also changed. The Green Moon cotton in front of the cave entrance had been tidied, and some of the wood was gone. Looking inside, she could see a wooden table; the original short stone table and stools were gone.

Hearing her footsteps, Yuan Jue, standing by the “window” of the small cave, became slightly nervous.

Qiuqiu didn’t know that he had regained his sight.

Following the warm light woven by the Fire Warm Grass and the light-white illuminating hydrangeas, Ruan Qiuqiu saw Mr. Big Bad Wolf, dressed in black, standing like a pine tree or a drawn sword by the “window” where snowflakes fell, offering a glimpse of the snowy scenery outside.

He wasn’t in his wooden wheelchair but was leaning lightly on a wooden staff. His waterfall-like black hair draped behind him, making him look like a wolf lost in contemplation while gazing at the snow.

Ruan Qiuqiu’s breath hitched. She was puzzled as to why Mr. Big Bad Wolf wasn’t wearing his white fur strips, guessing that they might have gotten dirty during their cultivation.

Even so, just looking at his back made her heart race.

Her expression softened, and she gently called out, “Husband?”

Amidst the diffused aroma and warm, soft light, her wolf slowly turned around.

Ruan Qiuqiu, as usual, focused her gaze on his eyes, but unexpectedly met Mr. Big Bad Wolf’s clear, narrow eyes.

His pupils had completely turned blood red. His long eyelashes, shimmering with a dark light, lowered slightly as his gaze fell entirely on her.

Without the fur strips covering his face, the fierce scar on his forehead was revealed. Coupled with his crimson pupils, his black attire, and the blood-red spirit gathering pearl, he looked quite sinister.

Ruan Qiuqiu’s eyes widened in surprise, a thought surfacing in her mind, quickly followed by uncontainable joy.

She lightly gripped her skirt and asked tentatively, “…Can Wolf see?”

“Mm,” a low, husky voice replied beside her ear, seemingly confirming her thoughts. The wolf blinked rapidly at his beloved little wife.

He seemed a little embarrassed. A faint blush crept onto his handsome, sculpted face, but he quickly half-closed his eyes, resuming his usual aloof demeanor.

Ruan Qiuqiu “…” It was the first time she had seen Mr. Big Bad Wolf like this, and she couldn’t help but smile.

Seeing her smile, he clenched his hand, his voice trembling slightly. The entire wolf was visibly nervous. “…Ugly?”

Mr. Tianluo Gray Wolf knew his eye color had changed.

Although demon pupils came in many different colors, most humans had black or brown eyes.

When he was young and wandering through various tribes, he once stumbled, heavily injured, into a human tribe led by humans. They didn’t seem to like demons with unusual eye colors.

Especially red, which was considered inauspicious.

If Qiuqiu didn’t like it, he could cover his eyes again.

His current combat strength was even stronger than before he was seriously injured. Although his demon core was damaged, it had recovered to the fourth level. His magic core had soared to the peak of the fourth level. Combined, he had the combat power of nearly the sixth level.

Even his demonic consciousness had recovered to about 80% of its previous level.

Although he still couldn't completely erase the scar or regenerate his severed limb, maintaining his vision was easy.

Yuan Jue’s eyelashes trembled, his sideburns hanging down.

His left leg was crippled, which was already unfair to Qiuqiu. If he also had a face she didn’t like…

Ruan Qiuqiu didn’t mind at all.

She had already gotten used to the scar on his face while he was in a coma. Although Mr. Big Bad Wolf's pupils were now red, she would get used to it after a few more glances.

However, their constant eye contact made her heart race.

Hearing his words, Ruan Qiuqiu instantly understood his overthinking.

His pleas from last night, seemingly imprinted on her heart, made her understand more deeply what this wolf had been worrying about. Without hesitation, she walked to his side, blushing as she took his arm.

“My husband is the most handsome.” After saying this, Ruan Qiuqiu’s face flushed crimson, too embarrassed to look at Yuan Jue’s reaction.

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