After the Demon Lord Lost His Memory, He Became the Immortal Venerable's Dao Companion - Chapter 4

“Zhuzhu, lift up your hair.”

“Alright.”

Shen Yuzong opened his eyes. Although he was mentally prepared, he was still momentarily stunned.

He had activated his spiritual sense, so everything about Qi Yan was laid bare before his eyes. The red gauze robes were layered upon layers, yet they were entirely sheer, shrouding Qi Yan’s pearlescent white body.

Qi Yan stood barefoot on the floor, the hem of the robe reaching his ankles. He shuffled inward, trying to hide his feet.

Silly Zhuzhu.

“Zhuzhu, turn around and let your husband see your back. Hmm?” Shen Yuzong’s voice had grown hoarse, a frivolous smile still hanging on his lips.

Qi Yan kept his head buried, not daring to meet Shen Yuzong’s eyes. Hearing the request, he moved as slowly and timorously as a quail.

Shen Yuzong caught sight of a length of snow-white calf, leading up to shoulders and a neck that were faintly visible beneath the sheer fabric. The ink-black hair cascaded down behind the red gauze, swaying with every step Qi Yan took.

“Zhuzhu, lift up your hair.” Shen Yuzong stood up and slowly walked behind Qi Yan.

Qi Yan looked up and was startled to see Shen Yuzong in the mirror. Despite wearing all-white robes, the man always exuded a sort of wicked, unprincipled charm.

“Zhuzhu, did you not hear your husband speaking?”

Qi Yan bit his lip and remained silent, but he obediently reached out and swept his hair to the front.

Shen Yuzong stared for a long moment but did not say a word.

Just being looked at with such a gaze was more than Qi Yan could bear; he trembled, shifting his legs ever so slightly.

Shen Yuzong finally moved. He stepped closer to Qi Yan, rested his chin in the crook of Qi Yan’s neck, and reached out to wrap his arms around Qi Yan’s waist.

He then tilted Qi Yan’s face straight, satisfied only when their gazes met in the mirror, and a smile spread across his face.

“Zhuzhu is so beautiful, while your husband is so ugly. What would I do if you were deceived by someone outside one day? Why don’t you just stay home every day, wearing nothing at all?” Shen Yuzong’s expression was natural, as if he truly intended to do exactly as he said.

Qi Yan pressed his legs together even tighter. Shen Yuzong had not even done anything yet, and already he looked as if he were on the verge of tears.

“No.”

“How pitiful. It breaks your husband’s heart to see this.”

Shen Yuzong inhaled the fragrance emanating from Qi Yan’s skin. Far from soothing the demonic fire raging within him, it only caused it to burn more fiercely.

Mesmerized, he buried his face in the crook of Qi Yan’s neck, kissing him bit by bit from the snow-white neck up toward the collarbone. The clothes Qi Yan had just adjusted were pulled open once more.

Kiss after kiss was pressed against his neck. Qi Yan felt dizzy; he wanted to curl his body inward, refusing Shen Yuzong’s touch.

Their black and white hair intertwined, looking like a chessboard.

Qi Yan shook as he tried to push Shen Yuzong’s head away. “You… stop… stop kissing me.”

Shen Yuzong actually stopped. He watched the vibrant red staining the corners of the eyes reflected in the mirror, the dampness of the pupils, and the lips that had been bitten until they were engorged with blood.

“Then it’s Zhuzhu’s turn to kiss your husband,” Shen Yuzong said generously.

Qi Yan looked up in shock, colliding with Shen Yuzong’s pitch-black eyes. “I will not kiss you.”

“Zhuzhu is not being obedient. Not only were you secretly pressing your legs together, but you have also bitten your own lips like this.”

Shen Yuzong ran his fingers over Qi Yan’s bright red lips, parted his tightly closed mouth, and caught the tongue that was trying to hide inside.

“Full of bad habits. Who did you learn that from?”

“Wuwu.” Qi Yan was so stifled he could not utter a word. A tear slipped from the corner of his eye and, the moment it touched the air, it instantly transformed into a snow-white pearl.

The pearl hit the floor with a crisp sound.

It took a long time before Qi Yan could speak normally again. The moment he felt nervous, he instinctively wanted to bite his lip once more.

“Biting your lip again? Hmm?” Shen Yuzong was a head taller than Qi Yan, so he tilted his head to look down at him.

Terrified, Qi Yan immediately released his lower lip. His waist felt weak, and he would have collapsed if not for Shen Yuzong’s hand supporting him.

Qi Yan looked back timidly, wanting to break free from Shen Yuzong’s embrace, but as soon as he moved, he was stopped by a sharp command.

“Don’t move.” Shen Yuzong’s voice was so hoarse that his original tone was barely recognizable.

Qi Yan did not dare to move. He had an instinctive feeling that if he struggled any further, something terrible would surely happen.

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