Marrying the Soft-hearted Villain

Ruan Qiuqiu's voice wasn't loud, but it was clear enough. Standing before the silly wolf, she saw glistening water droplets clinging to Yuan Jue's long eyelashes, and her own eyes began to sting.

Seeing that her dear Mr. Demon King hadn't moved, Ruan Qiuqiu blinked rapidly a few times to dispel the stinging sensation. She extended her still-weak arms and cautiously touched Yuan Jue's arm.

Lowering her head slightly, she could see Yuan Jue's newly regenerated left leg beneath the tattered red robe. The missing limb had grown back, making the robe noticeably shorter. Yuan Jue's long legs were bare, his large feet planted in the snow as if he felt no cold at all.

It wasn't until Ruan Qiuqiu called his name again that Yuan Jue seemed to snap out of his trance. The glistening teardrops clinging to his eyelashes didn't diminish; instead, they intensified.

As if just regaining his senses, he stared intently at Ruan Qiuqiu with his blood-red eyes. More cautiously than she had, he extended his large hand, still stained with blood, and slowly moved it to her face.

His voice, raspy and choked with emotion, emerged. He whispered her name, softly, tenderly, as if afraid that even a slightly louder sound would make her disappear.

Ruan Qiuqiu lifted her head and looked at him through the falling snowflakes. She leaned closer and shyly rubbed her cheek against his palm.

His palm was cold and carried a faint, unpleasant scent of blood, but Ruan Qiuqiu didn't mind. With a bittersweet smile, she looked up at the wolf, who seemed to have been scalded, his whole body trembling slightly.

Yuan Jue's lips trembled, and for a long time, he couldn't speak.

He desperately suppressed the urge to merge Ruan Qiuqiu into his very being. With trembling hands, he gently caressed her cheek, his rough fingertips tracing down to her lips.

He watched, mesmerized, as the blood on his fingertips stained her slightly pale lips.

His heart pounded fiercely. Yuan Jue realized he had truly become twisted. Seeing his blood staining his wife's lips, he felt a surge of excitement, a thrill coursing through his veins.

It was as if, by staining her with his blood, she would remain by his side forever and always.

Her eyes would forever hold only him.

As this thought surfaced, Yuan Jue seemed to suddenly realize something. A deep struggle brewed in his eyes. His hand dropped and grasped Ruan Qiuqiu's wrist.

He stared at the blood-red wolf ear mark he had previously carved onto her wrist, a mark resembling a brand. His eyes darkened. Unable to resist, he lifted her wrist and kissed it.

Cold, soft lips landed on her sensitive wrist. Ruan Qiuqiu's eyes widened in surprise. Before she could react, she felt something sharp graze her skin.

"!"

A familiar yet distant sensation, due to the long separation, traveled up her wrist. Ruan Qiuqiu's already weak legs felt even weaker. She swayed slightly, her ears flushing crimson as if kissed by a deep red sunset.

Yuan Jue bit her!

Ruan Qiuqiu felt dizzy. Wasn't it supposed to be a passionate kiss and a tight embrace after a long separation? she thought. Why, why was this wolf's first reaction to cry, and his second to bite?

Logically, Big Grey Wolf—no, Star Moon Wolf, Mr. Wolf, was now the Demon King. Even though he still looked like a wolf cub, he had lived for so long. Hadn't he learned anything about that in all that time?

Ruan Qiuqiu stood unsteadily, feeling Yuan Jue gently bite her, then, not satisfied, lick her wrist. He stared at her with narrowed eyes, his gaze filled with deep, dark affection. His long lashes fluttered, incredibly alluring.

Meeting his gaze, Ruan Qiuqiu opened her mouth, but no words came out.

She only felt that this wolf wasn't entirely without progress. He seemed…even more alluring than before.

Overwhelmed by these strange sensations, Ruan Qiuqiu's vision blurred. Through the falling snow, she could barely make out Yuan Jue's face.

"Wife," Yuan Jue finally found his voice, calling her hoarsely. He took a half-step forward, extending his long arm to encircle his blushing wife.

He tightly embraced Ruan Qiuqiu's waist, holding her closer and closer.

Carefully, restrained, tenderly.

The pride and ferocity of the Demon King were completely forgotten. His heart, his mind, his entire world, held only Ruan Qiuqiu.

He had found her again, as if by a miracle.

Ruan Qiuqiu didn't resist, leaning gently against his shoulder. Her hands lightly gripped the fabric of his back to steady herself.

Having experienced the awakening world, she had essentially died once. Although she still felt shy facing the wolf she loved, she wouldn't refuse him.

She even felt that Yuan Jue was being too gentle, his movements so tender, as if she were something fragile.

In truth, her current weak state made her incredibly vulnerable to Yuan Jue, who now commanded the power of the entire Demon Realm.

The shadow of loss was too terrifying. Even though he controlled his strength meticulously, he was still afraid of hurting her.

Desire flickered in his eyes, but he restrained himself, kissing her hair over and over.

Ruan Qiuqiu felt warm breaths against her ear, making her shiver, a sensitive and indescribable feeling.

But the wolf just held her quietly. As Ruan Qiuqiu gradually adjusted, she leaned against him, listening to his heartbeat, and within seconds, she felt sleepy.

Her newly recovered body still felt a little uncomfortable. She tugged lightly on his clothes. "…A little sleepy. Let's go home?"

Yuan Jue's muscles tensed, then he gave a satisfied smile. His voice was husky. "Mm."

Ruan Qiuqiu assumed he would release her, allowing her to link arms with him and walk romantically through the snow.

But the Star Moon Wolf, who had become the Demon King, seemed to have malfunctioned somewhere. He didn't give her the chance to link arms, instead scooping her up into a princess carry.

"…Ah!" Ruan Qiuqiu hadn't expected the sudden lift. The light touch against the back of her knees and her waist triggered her sensitivity, and she couldn't help but let out a small, involuntary sound.

"Cough." Someone among Yue Chen and the thousands of elite Jinbao Mountain soldiers stationed at the boundary between the two realms couldn't suppress a loud cough, seemingly trying to make their minuscule presence known.

Ruan Qiuqiu's hearing was sharp, and she heard it immediately. Even more embarrassed, her ears burning red, she buried her face in the wolf's neck like an ostrich.

Yuan Jue also felt a blush creep up his cheeks. Although he didn't care what other demons thought of him, nor did he care about any creature other than Ruan Qiuqiu, he still wasn't comfortable with other beings watching him during intimate moments with his wife.

The soft, unique sensation of Ruan Qiuqiu's knee against his arm was something he had never experienced while she was awake…

A blush spread across his handsome face. Yuan Jue pursed his lips and cast a sharp glance at the demons behind him. Blood-red butterfly wings suddenly erupted around him, quickly swirling to completely conceal him and Ruan Qiuqiu.

Yue Chen, who had coughed due to his surprise at the Demon King's drastically different behavior, thought, I just had a tickle in my throat! I really didn't mean to.

But the Demon King Yuan Jue paid no attention. The blood butterflies were dazzling. By the time the demons recovered, the Demon King, who had been the center of their attention, had vanished with Ruan Qiuqiu in his arms. No one knew whether he had returned to the Demon Realm or to their "home" in the Winter Bear Tribe.

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