CHAPTER 128: CHAPTER 128: IS IT YOU?

A cold sensation stabbed into her abdomen, Wen Shu’s pupils constricted, and she staggered backward.

Before she could steady herself, her waist suddenly tightened, and her back crashed into a solid wall of flesh.

The male’s cold body temperature permeated through the fabric.

Her long lashes trembled slightly, she looked down as predicted, and indeed saw a gleaming black snake tail tightly wrapped around her waist.

"Move aside."

The male’s deep voice resounded coldly above her head.

The snake tail at her waist pulled strongly, forcing Wen Shu to retreat several steps and fall directly into Wu Xuan’s broad embrace.

In the living room, Mious looked indifferent, his figure flickered, and he disappeared on the spot.

The thick snake tail swept mercilessly at the fleeing guard, wrapping him tightly from head to toe, leaving only a face squeezed into a purplish hue.

Wen Shu barely stood firm, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Mious, filled with murderous intent, his sharp brows lowered, coldly gazing at Lu Di, "Your man?"

Caught by his gaze tinged with implicit anger, Lu Di’s eyes passed over the guard, his steady voice full of surprise, "How could this happen? You’ve really disgraced Yasen City!"

He turned his gaze to Wen Shu, his dark eyes filled with guilt, and his facial expression shifted seamlessly, "I’m sorry, Wen Shu, the female, I trusted them too much..."

Lu Di looked towards the remaining guards, a thin layer of anger stained his steady voice, "When I return, I’ll report to my sister, you all are so disappointing!"

After speaking, Wen Shu couldn’t help but feel a cold laugh rise inside her.

With a few words, he completely absolved himself and pinned the blame on his rival.

If she hadn’t read the book, she might have been deceived by him.

Lu Di furrowed his brows, bowed deeply to Bai Rong, and said sincerely, "Truly sorry, City Lord Bai Rong, but this is a family matter of Yasen City. In a few days, I’ll definitely give everyone an explanation!"

Facing the apology from the heir of the main city, Bai Rong hurriedly stood up, unable to pursue further, her gaze slightly apologetic, looking at Wen Shu.

Seeing her wanting to dismiss the matter hastily, Mious’s expression grew colder, his strong long tail swung and sent the guard flying, breaking through the high wall in the backyard.

His expression darkened, seeming angry.

Yet as he walked straight towards Wen Shu and hurriedly pulled her along with him, it looked more like he was worried about something.

Her wrist ached from the grip, Wen Shu tugged hard, but Mious directly lifted her by the waist, "Don’t speak."

The male kept his eyes straight, brushing past Wu Xuan and Nan, his pace was steady yet swift, heading upstairs.

Wen Shu noticed that the hand at her leg avoided sticking closely, a sense of perplexity filled her mind.

She looked up to see his tightly pursed lips, his jawline taut and straight, his whole demeanor radiating a frigid aura that kept strangers at bay. He kicked the door open, a wave of unease surged within her.

"Mious, put me down!"

As soon as Wen Shu spoke, the hand at her waist suddenly loosened, catching her off guard, she embarrassingly fell into the soft bedding, stunned for a moment.

The bit of sadness in her heart abruptly turned into anger.

She wanted to prop herself up, but before she could move, a cold touch rapidly climbed from her leg, wrapping her into a tight bundle within seconds!

"Mious, what madness are you doing?"

Wen Shu struggled hard, her skin painfully snagged by snake scales, she could only endure the irritation and glare at the male standing a few meters away, arms crossed.

Mious’s expression was cold, listening to her insults without any reaction, merely staring quietly at her.

His eyes filled with inquiry hidden in the dim shadows, emanating a cold, beast-like green light.

"Who, are you?"

Three solemn words echoed in the darkening room.

The struggling Wen Shu froze in place, staring straight into his eyes, capturing a trace of restrained panic in his trembling pupils, realizing the problem.

She gazed unblinkingly at him, a rush of sourness in her heart, she spoke gently, "Mious, it’s me."

A breeze passed by, stirring the curtain, obscuring her gentle eyes, hazy like an illusion realm.

Watching the scene unfold, Mious’s pupils constricted into pinpoints, his tight lips suddenly softened.

"Wen Shu..."

Panic flooded his eyes, he knelt by the bed in a few quick moves, pulling her forcefully into his arms, his cold hands constantly stroking her cheek, "Wen Shu, is it really you?"

A frightened and panicked face of Mious entered her view.

His pale fingertips repeatedly brushed past her eye corners, confirming something again and again, "She hasn’t returned, you’re still here, right?"

What had that Spiritual System Beastman shown Mious?

A tightness gripped Wen Shu’s heart, a wave of heat surged in her eyes.

She raised her hand, pressing onto his cold hand, a gentle smile curved her lips, softly reassuring him, "It’s me, Mious, I’m here..."

A scorching tear drop splashed at the corner of her eye.

Having seemingly confirmed her identity, those eerie green eyes flashed with a heart-stirring joy, quietly filled with tears.

Wen Shu’s brow furrowed slightly, lifting her hand intending to wipe away his tears, the male’s handsome face magnified before her, trembling lips sealed hers.

A tentative gesture, as if exerting every ounce of strength.

As he slowly let go, the indifferent and calm expression seemed like a shattered mask, instantly, becoming broken beyond recognition.

"Ashu, never leave me."

Gazing at his tear-stained face, Wen Shu’s throat tightened dryly, "I won’t..."

She hugged his neck tightly, kissing his lips gently, soothing in a low voice, "Those were all illusions, she won’t be back."

Yet to escape the fear of losing once more, through his blurred vision, Mious gazed at her tear-stained eyes, the longstanding impulse within him could no longer be contained.

As the moist sensation adhered again, feeling the tender warmth filling his palms, he no longer wished to suppress, "Ashu..."

Ambiguous masculine breath brushed against her cheek.

Wen Shu’s kiss stalled, her backhead gripping tightly.

Then, Mious’s face instantly enlarged.

Lips were grindingly crushed, breath completely seized.

Salty tears dripped, fell into the prolonged kiss.

Her lips numbly kissed, Wen Shu couldn’t catch her breath, pushing against the firm chest before her.

The male stopped, gasping for breath, yet those deep eyes staring at her kindled a sense of being devoured.

Under such a gaze, Wen Shu’s brain, deprived of oxygen, sensed a tinge of crisis.

Before she could recover her breath, Mious was close to her again.

Moist breathe brushed past her ear, "Ashu, I want you..."

A male voice, filled with hoarseness, slightly trembled.

Wen Shu’s heart throbbed wildly, plunged into chaos once more.

She turned a glance at him, seeing the stains of tears still fresh on his face, the dark eyes, hiding a hint of unease, her mind whirled through numerous thoughts.

"Mious..."

She opened her lips, trying to gently refuse, but seeing Mious’s eyes gradually dulling, a complex impulse welled within her heart.

Words lingered at her mouth, she swallowed them back, hesitantly embraced his neck.

The male’s brow moved slightly, holding his breath.

In the vision shaken by heartbeats, his austere brows, filled with cautious tenderness.

Lips softly touched.

The large hand brushed past her delicate shoulder, gradually moving downward.

Cold air enveloped her body.

Wen Shu shivered from the cold, looking up again, Mious’s firm and full chest, pressing her down onto the bed.

Lowering her head nervously to look, seeing clearly his visage, her groggy mind suddenly sobered somewhat.

Could this... really be okay?

Perceiving the tension in her body, the hand at her waist tenderly lingered.

Mious leaned close to her ear, softly coaxing her, "Don’t be afraid, I’ll take it slow..."