Marrying the Soft-hearted Villain

Ruan Qiuqiu sprawled on the marriage bed. The soft bedding beneath her had been changed; she didn't know when that wolf had done it. The bamboo house was clean, the lingering mist had dissipated, and the hot spring was gone, replaced by a wooden table laden with spiritual fruits and food.

Ruan Qiuqiu wiggled her fingers with difficulty and slowly opened her eyes. Through a window that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, she could vaguely see the starlit scenery outside. She clearly remembered that the bamboo house had been completely dark before, only occasionally brightening when that wolf deliberately teased her. And there were no windows.

Ruan Qiuqiu pondered, realizing this was likely another one of that wolf's little tricks. She felt both exasperated and amused. She lifted her fingers and slowly shifted her body. After all these days, she'd lost all track of time.

Struggling to sit up, Ruan Qiuqiu looked at the marks on her body, and some memories she had managed to forget resurfaced. The thought of the final knot, the one that had been unbearable, the one that had made her cry and beg him to stop, made her cheeks flush crimson. Shame, mixed with an inexplicable tingling sensation, shot up her spine, making her shiver.

She trembled slightly, unable to stand steadily. She even had the lingering feeling that Yuan, that wolf, hadn't finished with her yet. Her whole body felt strange.

Ruan Qiuqiu sat on the bed in a daze for a while before snapping back to reality and realizing what she had just been thinking. Uncomfortable, she clutched the bedding and forced herself to stop thinking about it.

But even if her mind didn't want to dwell on it, her body hadn't forgotten, especially the Demon King's mark and the things she had absorbed. They constantly challenged her sense of shame, forcing her to lie back down shortly after sitting up. This feeling is so intense upon waking; I might as well go back to sleep.

Besides, that wolf was nowhere to be seen. She had no desire to contact him with the communication pearl right now. It was better to just keep lying down. Thanks to the many spiritual fruits and other miscellaneous things she had been forced to consume, coupled with the increase in her power, Ruan Qiuqiu didn't feel hungry at all.

She initially wanted to use her spiritual power to erase the marks on her body, but doing so only brought back sweet and painful memories. Giving up, she lay paralyzed for a while before quickly falling back asleep.

She didn't know how long she slept, but Ruan Qiuqiu gradually regained some consciousness, feeling the bedding being lifted, bringing a gust of cold air. The next second, her waist was wrapped by something furry, and she was forcibly moved from the soft bedding into Mr. Yuan's arms, held tightly from behind by her wolf.

Her body aching, Ruan Qiuqiu struggled in protest. He, with crimson eyes, kissed her neck intimately, his little fangs grazing her skin.

Ruan Qiuqiu: "…"

She instantly recalled the days dominated by their bond, her mind snapping awake. Her voice was hoarse: "…Why is the wolf back?"

As soon as she spoke, she felt the sudden tension in the wolf behind her and realized her mistake. Carefully, she reached out and touched the tip of Yuan Jue's tail, surrendering to reality and softly calling him, "Husband."

But she was completely unaware of the current situation. Ruan Qiuqiu had already slept for a long time, and Mr. Wolf, having just discovered a new world through their bond, had been holding back for a while. Provoked by her words, he felt both wronged and excited, and immediately took the opportunity to tighten his hold on his little wife.

Yuan Jue's voice was husky, filled with suppressed desire and a hint of grievance, "You don't want the wolf to come back? Hmm?" His voice trailed off, carrying a scorching breath, a tenderness unlike the bloodthirsty Demon King he was to the outside world.

Ruan Qiuqiu blinked gently. "…No."

She soothingly stroked Yuan Jue's large tail, sensing the wolf's growing excitement, feeling a little like crying.

But Yuan Jue only held her gently. Although his voice betrayed his suppressed desires and boundless restraint, he made no further moves, simply staying quietly by her side. He knew that the bonding process over the past few days, although intermittent, had been somewhat taxing for his little wife. He couldn't bear to do anything more before she had recovered.

As long as he could be with her forever, nothing else mattered. His life was almost eternal, and they had a long, long time together ahead of them.

But even so, separation was still painful for him. So, even though he could already break through to the Demon King level, Yuan Jue chose not to immediately, instead suppressing it and constantly searching for ways to shorten the breakthrough time. He had some leads now, but there would be some, albeit not serious, side effects.

Seeing that the wolf, who had previously tormented her with domineering tears, was now doing nothing, Ruan Qiuqiu felt a little unaccustomed. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief. An idea struck her, and she mobilized her divine sense, slowly extending it outward.

Using her divine sense to "see" the world was a magical experience. Ruan Qiuqiu's divine sense drifted towards Yuan Jue behind her. She found that the Demon King's usually cold and demonic face was now gentle. When her divine sense reached him, his narrow eyes curved into a faint smile.

Ruan Qiuqiu: "…"

She forgot that this wolf was much stronger than her and could definitely sense it.

"Wife wants to cultivate?" Yuan Jue's voice was hoarse, his eyebrows raised slightly.

Ruan Qiuqiu: "…No."

She didn't want to!

Yuan, that wolf, chuckled softly, not pressing her further, but simply closed his eyes to rest. Once he was quiet, Ruan Qiuqiu felt sleepy again. When she woke up again, Yuan Jue was already up. The wolf, in a teasing manner, hadn't fastened his clothes properly, sitting lazily on the edge of the bed, revealing a large expanse of toned and beautiful abdominal muscles.

Seeing her awake, Yuan Jue bent down and kissed the corner of her lips, then briefly told Ruan Qiuqiu about Ruan Hanshan.

"Tomorrow?" After listening to Yuan, Ruan Qiuqiu felt a little nervous, and complex emotions gradually surfaced in her heart—Mr. Tianluo, the Demon King, had just said that Ruan Hanshan wanted to see her… see her long-lost younger sister, tomorrow.

"Yes, it's related to Wife's background." Yuan Jue's slender fingers brushed Ruan Qiuqiu's long hair, his eyes filled with tenderness and affection.

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