CHAPTER 910: ACCEPTING BING XUE [WARNING: R18]

"What are you saying? Do I seem like the kind of person who would leave you to die?" she exclaimed, quickly holding onto him. She was stunned by his willingness to die. When had things between them become like this?

"But, you don’t want to be with me. You don’t want me," he sobbed weakly, like a fragile flower swaying in the wind.

"Who said I don’t want you?" Shenlian Yingyue wiped away his tears, though her heart ached with guilt. Sigh. Husbands, please don’t kill me. How can I ignore someone who holds me so dearly in his heart? I’ve failed all of you and him too. What should I do? Do I really deserve to be loved by so many?

"Master, you were willing to save Yao Yanzi with your body, but not me. I know I’m not important to you. I won’t ask for more. Just seeing you one last time before I die is enough." Bing Xue gave a sad smile as he choked on his words.

Shenlian Yingyue nearly choked on her own saliva. Yes, she had saved someone, an outsider, by giving her body. She suddenly wanted to bang her head against a rock. What was I thinking? Was it because Yao Yanzi’s past was pitiful? Because he was willing to die for her? Or because he was sincere? But there had been no love between them. So, why?

It had been more than a month now. Perhaps even years. Without her, had he already found someone else to help him during his poison outbreaks?

Oddly, the thought of him sleeping with someone else left an uncomfortable feeling in her chest. But she quickly shook her head and pushed the thought away. He’s not her husband. She didn’t love him. If someone else saved him, she should be happy for him.

"Master, who gave you permission to think of another man while you’re with me?" He had never been a generous man.

The idea of her attention drifting elsewhere, to them, coiled like poison in his chest. He could pretend to accept her divided affections, could force himself to share, but there were lines even he wouldn’t cross.

She could love a thousand others if she wished. But her soul? Her obsession? That belonged to him alone.

Without another word, he pulled her into the Ethereal Small World, forming a protective barrier.

Then, he gently laid her onto the soft bed in his room. Pressing his muscular body against hers, he smiled seductively. "Master, you’re mine now."

Before she could respond, he stole her breath in a deep, hungry kiss, like a man who had thirsted for her for a hundred years.

He was overwhelmed with envy, jealous of the other men who had touched her, kissed her, claimed her body. But now, he finally had her. Her taste, her scent, her breath, her body, everything about her made him addicted.

"Mm," she tried to resist, but the pain in his expression made her hesitate. Her inner scumbag self was silenced. She sighed internally. So be it, I owe him.

She closed her eyes.

And so, she missed the storm of emotions that passed through Bing Xue’s eyes: possessiveness, obsession, affection, and desire all twisted together. A cunning, victorious smile played on his lips.

Master, you’re mine. I’ll never let you go. From now on, I am your husband. He thought darkly, his eyes flashing with a venomous resolve. If he couldn’t drive the other men away, if he couldn’t make her his alone, then he would become the one she cherished most, her number one.

No matter what despicable tricks he used, he was determined to make her remember his taste, bind her to his side forever.

The bed shook violently, the curtains swayed with every movement. Again and again, she pleaded with him to stop, to calm down, but he was like a lustful beast, insatiable and relentless, unwilling to let her rest or leave.

On the outside, his slender figure wrapped in flowing hanfu made him look noble and refined, like a scholarly gentleman. When unclothed, he was nothing short of divine craftsmanship. His frame, so seemingly delicate when dressed, revealed perfectly sculpted muscles, from the elegant dip of his collarbones to the powerful breadth of his shoulders, down to the defined planes of his chest and the unmistakable ridges of his abdominal muscles.

His skin gleamed like polished jade, and the lust burning in his eyes was hot enough to melt reason. His arousal was thick, long, and flushed a healthy pink, stood out boldly, framed by smooth, hairless skin.

"Is my master satisfied with my body?" he asked softly, every heated breath against her face laced with seduction, laced with honeyed poison, pulling her deeper into his obsessive fantasy.

The contrast between his usual composed demeanor and his current heated expression only heightened his allure. His eyes darkened with desire, lips slightly parted.

"Satisfied? I, wait, no!" she stammered, blood trickling from her nose as dizziness clouded her head. Why, why was she shamelessly admiring him in such detail? What was she even saying?

Amused by her dazed response, Bing Xue took his time examining her as well.

One word surfaced in his mind: perfect. Her entire body was flawless. Even her most intimate place was soft and pink, untouched and pristine. It was the most exquisite flower he had ever seen.

Without warning, he lowered his head and buried his face between her thighs, letting his tongue taste her.

"D-don’t. It’s dirty down there," she whimpered, one hand flying to cover her mouth while her legs trembled, held firmly apart by his powerful arms.

"Don’t hide that beautiful voice, Master. Your moans are enchanting," he murmured, his eyes wild with desire. "This place is sweet. Delicious. It’s beautiful."

No wonder those men had craved her so deeply. Her love nectar was like freshly brewed wine, tinged with a floral aroma. Her body, nourished by the spiritual fruits and herbs of the Ethereal Small World, was fragrant and intoxicating from the inside out.

Her long, snowy-white hair fanned out over the silk sheets, entwining with his light blonde hair.

It wasn’t until she had climaxed three times, gasping for breath and trembling beneath him, that he finally thrust his powerful desire into her tight, welcoming core.

"Uhh!" Their moans overlapped, drenched in sweat, bodies pressed tightly together. He kissed every inch of her, as if trying to sear his mark into her very soul.

Three days passed.

When she finally had the strength to get out of bed, she ignored him. He followed her around like a guilty puppy, begging for forgiveness.

Clutching her aching waist, she glared furiously at him. "Bing Xue!"

"Master, your husband is here," he said shamelessly, wrapping his arms around her again. "Is my wife dissatisfied with her husband’s service?"

"Y-you, you!" Shenlian Yingyue was fuming.

But then his expression shifted. "Master," he asked softly, his eyes narrowing with a dangerous glint. Though he wore his usual gentle smile, there was something chilling in his voice, something that made her neck prickle. "If the one suffering hadn’t been me, would you have saved him the same way you gave yourself to me?"

"Never! There are countless ways to save someone, but my body isn’t some cure to be handed out. Why should I sacrifice myself for others?" Her voice cut sharp as steel, eyes full of seriousness.

The words burned her throat as she spoke them. This was Bing Xue, her most loyal companion, the one who had weathered a hundred storms beside her. How could she stand by and watch him destroy himself for her sake?