Marrying the Soft-hearted Villain

Steam curled from the hot spring, the water a perfect temperature. Droplets clung together in the air, then dripped down like a warm rain.

Sunlight filtered through, and despite the surrounding mist and rock walls, Ruan Qiuqiu could still perceive the light from outside.

Her vision was slightly blurred. As she trembled uncontrollably, she blinked hard, finally making out the clouds drifting in the slightly gray sky beyond the mist.

Sweat beaded on her eyelashes and forehead. Her mind was a bit blank. Ruan Qiuqiu felt Yuan Jue's divine sense pressing down on her from all sides, carrying an irresistible force, connecting with her bit by bit.

The spiritual power within her dantian surged at a terrifying rate. Coupled with the exhaustion from awakening her memories, along with an indescribable strange sensation, Ruan Qiuqiu found herself completely unable to move.

For the first time, she felt her legs and hands so weak, her whole body boneless. She couldn't even grip Yuan Jue's tattered clothes. If not for being held tightly by a certain wolf, she might have already slipped to the bottom of the hot spring.

Even without slipping to the bottom, Ruan Qiuqiu felt like she was suffocating.

She felt that the hand tightly gripped by the newly ascended Demon King was no longer her own. Not only that, she felt like the space between her legs wasn't hers either.

Ruan Qiuqiu had initially imagined Yuan Jue to be an inexperienced wolf. At first, Mr. Demon King had been so shy, she thought she could take the initiative.

But who knew, after quickly surrendering once, this wolf rapidly opened the door to a new world.

Now, she truly regretted calling him over out of pity.

It was fine now. What was supposed to be a fifteen-minute soak in the hot spring had turned into a dizzying, timeless experience.

Ruan Qiuqiu's ears and neck were flushed crimson. She bit her lip shyly—

Yuan Jue, he was both green and flustered, but even so, she found him difficult to resist.

Her voice was hoarse, her face flushed. She felt like a willow in the wind, swaying helplessly, completely at the wolf's mercy.

This wolf wasn't considerate at all. Whenever she trembled and tried to speak, he would kiss the corner of her lips with a grievance and choked sob, murmuring her name like a spoiled child.

She didn't know how much time had passed. She was almost losing consciousness, and the sky seemed to have darkened slightly before the hot spring soak finally ended.

Wrapped in a scarlet robe, Ruan Qiuqiu's head was dizzy. She didn't even have time to look at the scar-free, clean-faced, blush-covered wolf before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.

Before falling asleep, Ruan Qiuqiu had only one thought—

Although she wasn't entirely against it, since they hadn't gone all the way… maybe they shouldn't form a bond…

The wolf, who had just opened the door to a new world with his beloved little wife, didn't know that his little wife was a little overwhelmed. His dark eyelashes fluttered, his eyes slightly narrowed, filled with excitement.

New clothes materialized on his body—

Darker than his previous wolfskin, they shimmered with the color of the starry sky.

Yuan Jue's scarlet eyes stared intently at Ruan Qiuqiu's sleeping face. He bent down and kissed her several times, then licked his lips, suppressing certain desires before carrying her into the cave and covering her with a blanket.

His slender fingers gently pinched the corner of the blanket as he sat on the edge of the wedding bed, his eyes dark.

After much internal struggle, he finally decided, blushing, to share the blanket with his little wife.

With his long limbs and big tail, he wrapped Ruan Qiuqiu tightly in his embrace.

—Because she had been "ravaged" for so long that afternoon, Ruan Qiuqiu's sleep was restless.

She had a somewhat pitiful dream of being bullied. In the dream, the soft, warm blanket suddenly disappeared, replaced by a hard, stiff one.

The blanket seemed to have come alive, constantly wrapping around her, making her uncomfortable.

But because she was too tired, Ruan Qiuqiu didn't want to lift a finger, so she endured it, only softly calling Yuan Jue's name a couple of times when it got too uncomfortable, hoping he would chase the blanket monster away.

Unfortunately, this tactic was useless and only made the blanket monster cling tighter.

Yuan Jue's long black hair cascaded down. His half-closed, curled eyelashes concealed the uncontainable possessiveness in his eyes.

She was his, his, his.

She belonged to the wolf, the wolf, the wolf.

They finally had no obstacles, and they were about to form a bond.

His heart burned, his throat choked. Yuan Jue restrained himself, kissing her earlobe, his small fangs touching her shoulder before retracting them, turning it into a gentle lick.

He felt himself becoming more shameless, scheming, and perverse. Long ago, the assessment of those demons who disliked him was indeed correct.

He was… a perverse Star Moon Wolf.

Now, he also held the title of the head of the dark forces of the Demon Realm.

But so what?

He already possessed the most unique and precious existence in both worlds.

An indescribable smile flickered across Yuan Jue's narrow eyes. Although his newly discovered desires were not fully satisfied, just like this, sensing Ruan Qiuqiu in his arms, by his side…

Listening to her shallow breathing, the pain that had plagued his life for so long, as deep as an abyss, seemed to be gently soothed.

All that remained was a gentle and tranquil peace, bathed in sunlight.

He held her for a long time. A long-lost drowsiness washed over him. His soul, which had operated on willpower for hundreds of years, seemed to finally realize its fatigue in this moment.

Sleepiness surged like a tide, almost instantly overwhelming the supposedly powerful, tireless forest legend, the ruthless Demon King. He finally felt tired after a long, clear-headed torment.

He didn't force himself to stay awake. He simply closed his eyes, his hair still slightly damp, intertwined with his beloved little wife's hair like interwoven brocade, inseparable.

The cave fell silent, only the fire-warm grass in the corner diligently emitting a soft, warm light.

…

Ruan Qiuqiu slept for a long time. When she woke up, although her legs were still a little uncomfortable, her hands and feet had regained some strength.

She felt something wrapped around her waist. Reaching out, she realized it was Mr. Demon King's tail.

The wolf, who usually wouldn't be in the cave at this time, was still there. Ruan Qiuqiu carefully moved her body and discovered that she was completely encircled in the wolf's embrace, buried in his arms as she slept.

She raised her head slightly and saw Yuan Jue, still fast asleep.

This was the first time she had clearly seen Yuan Jue's fully restored face.

Actually, it wasn't that different from when he had the scar.

His eyebrows were dark, his eyelashes thick and curled, his nose bridge high, and his rosy lips were finally not tightly pursed in a bitter expression. They were as beautiful as Young Master Gray Wolf's.

Only his eyes were a deep, inky black. She hadn't noticed it before when his face was covered in blood and his eyes were open, but now she could see his exhaustion.

Just like the wolf cub who had cried and refused to let her leave, he was unusually vulnerable.

Ruan Qiuqiu carefully reached out, her fingertips gently brushing Yuan Jue's eyelids, as if this could ease his burden.

—Life and death, reincarnation several times, it must have been very hard.

Ruan Qiuqiu didn't rush to get up. Instead, she lowered her hand, found a comfortable position in his embrace, and closed her eyes again.

When she woke up again, the sky outside was bright, warm sunlight streaming in. Yuan Jue was no longer beside her.

A rich aroma wafted from the other cave, seemingly telling her that Mr. Demon King had prepared food.

Ruan Qiuqiu was a little dazed from sleep. She rubbed her sore arms and propped herself up, then awkwardly discovered that only a set of Yuan Jue's clothes was placed by the bed—

It was the moon-white one she had made for him before, clearly retrieved by the wolf from the tribe.

But why he deliberately didn't bring her clothes was a mystery.

Ruan Qiuqiu felt a mix of helplessness and amusement. She glanced at the large scarlet robe she was wearing, hesitated, and then changed into Yuan Jue's other set of clothes, trying her best to tie the collar tight with the sash, though it still looked rather comical.

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