The Fox Spirit Raised by the Villain Wants to Defect - Chapter 53

At this moment, Wen Yu’s heart beat rapidly.

He seemed to be drunk just like Xiao Yu. His eyes were veiled with soft light, blazing with colors as brilliant as the sunset glow.

He looked forward to Xiao Yu’s next words.

What kind of solution would she give him?

Xiao Yu stood still, seemingly deliberating how to phrase her thoughts.

But a long time passed, and she still didn’t speak.

Wen Yu didn’t rush her, waiting patiently for her to speak.

Suddenly, Xiao Yu raised her right hand and stuck out her pinky finger, pushing it toward Wen Yu’s face.

Wen Yu looked at her action and asked softly, afraid that a louder sound might startle her awake.

“What are you doing?”

Xiao Yu took another step toward Wen Yu. Her outstretched pinky almost touched his chest.

“Pinky promise.”

She tilted her head. Failing to get the other person to hook her pinky, she looked like she was asking, Why aren’t you cooperating with me? She used her left hand to grab Wen Yu’s hand and pry out his pinky finger.

Wen Yu allowed her actions, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved upward.

His long, calloused finger intersected with her slender one.

Xiao Yu hooked her pinky and urged him, “Like me, hook it.”

Wen Yu did as instructed.

The two pinky fingers crossed, hooking one another, holding their hands tightly together.

Only then did Xiao Yu release her left hand. She tugged their connected fingers, satisfied.

But a wave of heat surged through her body again, just like when she drank the flower wine earlier.

She tried hard to suppress this heat. She looked up, trying to see the face of the person in front of her clearly. Once she saw him clearly, she said, “Reverend, look!”

“Look at what?” Wen Yu looked down, tightly hooking Xiao Yu’s hand, not letting go.

Just looking at her and making this pinky promise made it difficult to restrain the emotion that was almost rushing out of his body.

He stared fixedly at Xiao Yu, seeing her eyes curve, revealing a smile to him without any concealment.

He heard her say, “It’s the method I thought of.”

His heart seemed to stop beating for a second. Wen Yu clenched his other hand, waiting for Xiao Yu to speak again.

“Look at this,” Xiao Yu tugged at their connected hands again. “We’ve made a pinky promise. We must be good friends for a hundred years.”

Even while drunk, she remembered to seriously state the solution she had conceived.

Xiao Yu looked down at the hand hooked with Wen Yu’s, very pleased.

“I’ll be your good friend.”

Having completed the task she remembered, her mind became hazy again.

Xiao Yu wanted to pull her hand away to rub her temple but couldn’t.

“Let go.”

Wen Yu did not let go.

The word “friend” instantly dashed his expectations.

A sudden hollowness filled his heart, leaving a sour taste.

Although he knew that what he hoped for wouldn’t be achieved so easily, he couldn’t help but still want the answer he yearned for from Xiao Yu’s lips.

He looked at their entwined hands. He had never seen this way of making a pinky promise before, and his heart trembled again.

This must be a custom from her world.

Lowering his eyelids, he restrained the impulsive urge that had instantly filled his mind and threatened to overwhelm him. Wen Yu released his grip.

Yet, he immediately hooked Xiao Yu’s pinky again, curling his finger and helping Xiao Yu curl hers.

He performed the same action with Xiao Yu again, but in his heart, he assigned it a different meaning.

“You are drunk,” he said. He saw Xiao Yu look up in confusion, her face flushed, but she refused to admit she was drunk.

“The words spoken by a drunk person cannot be taken seriously,” Wen Yu said, a smile appearing and instantly filling his eyes.

He raised his eyelids, his brows unfurrowed, and every part of him conveyed his enjoyment.

Xiao Yu frowned, her mind trying to process Wen Yu’s statement.

Her muddled brain seemed unable to function, unable to figure out the meaning of the sentence.

Finally, she nodded. She wanted to give him a thumbs-up, but realizing her right hand was hooked, she used her left hand instead: “You’re amazing. You decide.”

Wen Yu raised an eyebrow, displeased by that sentence.

He was about to say something when he smelled a familiar scent.

He immediately placed his palm on Xiao Yu’s forehead, feeling a heat that was higher than usual, and asked her, “Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?”

This sentence acted like a switch, instantly releasing Xiao Yu’s reproductive urge. She buried herself directly in Wen Yu’s arms, sniffing, her voice muffled.

“Uncomfortable,” Xiao Yu rubbed her cheek against his cold clothes, saying, “I think… I’m a little hot.”

Although Xiao Yu was less conscious this time, she was much better than the previous times.

She still remembered to try and suppress it herself, not just clinging to Wen Yu as she usually did.

“Just let me hug you for a moment. It’ll be fine soon.” Xiao Yu leaned against Wen Yu and closed her eyes.

But she underestimated the potency of this round of reproductive urge.

With a man right next to her, her body’s instincts could not be completely suppressed.

To Xiao Yu, Wen Yu was currently like a male fox spirit, constantly tempting her.

She suddenly pushed Wen Yu away and stumbled off in one direction.

Wen Yu noticed her increased willpower, and while he was happy for her, he also felt a pang of regret.

Perhaps he wouldn’t be able to touch those fox ears for a long time.

After walking for a while, Xiao Yu suddenly turned back, rushing straight into the arms of Wen Yu, who had been following her.

“No, I feel so bad,” she looked up, her eyes wet. “Reverend, help me again.”

The touch of her scorching skin made Wen Yu’s heart tremble.

He didn’t move. He lowered his head to gaze at Xiao Yu, his eyes as dark as the gradually darkening sky.

Xiao Yu didn’t wait for him to move, growing impatient and wanting him to touch her.

“Help me…”

She pleaded without reservation for the person in front of her to help her. Her consciousness was chaotic, completely unaware of the thoughts this person harbored toward her.

“If I help you, what can you give me?”

Wen Yu looked deeply at her. He made himself a cage and lured Xiao Yu into it.

He wanted to lock this cage, making her belong only to himself.

Such an extreme thought flashed in his mind. Wen Yu was startled and quickly buried it deep in his heart.

He was about to say that she didn’t need to give him anything when he heard Xiao Yu speak.

“Then I’ll let you touch my ears. Is that okay?” Xiao Yu vaguely reached for the top of her head but didn’t touch her fox ears.

“Strange, where are my ears?”

Wen Yu looked at the unconscious Xiao Yu and inwardly laughed at himself for taking advantage of her state and making such a request.

“You don’t need to…”

His words were drowned out by the fox ears that suddenly sprouted from the top of Xiao Yu’s head.

The fluffy fox ears trembled lightly, brushing against Wen Yu’s neck.

Then, Xiao Yu grabbed his hand and guided it to the top of her head.

The moment his palm touched the fox ear, Wen Yu’s hand flinched, controlling himself not to exert any force.

As soon as the fox ears appeared, the heat on her body intensified.

Xiao Yu looked up and complained dissatisfiedly, “I’ve already let you touch my ears, so why aren’t you helping me?”

The blazing air was mixed with a faint scent of wine. It was not pungent, but carried a unique fragrance that seemed alive, capturing Wen Yu’s location and enveloping him.

His Adam’s apple bobbed. Wen Yu reached out and put his arm around Xiao Yu’s waist, repeating the question he had asked earlier: “Do you know who I am?”

Can the drunken you, the you whose mind is plagued by the reproductive urge, recognize who I am?

Xiao Yu answered subconsciously, “Reverend, you are the Reverend.”

Her rosy lips parted and closed, but the answer she spoke was not what Wen Yu truly wanted.

He asked again, “Who am I?”

There were many people in this world who could be called “Reverend.” Such a general title did not represent him.

But the person in his arms clearly could not wait any longer.

She hummed, vaguely uttering two words, then wrapped her arms directly around Wen Yu’s neck. The force was very light, but it made Wen Yu lower his head.

Xiao Yu stood on her tiptoes, following her body’s instinct, and touched Wen Yu’s lips.

She touched them lightly, then extended the tip of her tongue, slightly tasting the lips that had been tainted with flower wine.

“So sweet.”

Wen Yu’s eyes darkened, becoming pitch black like ink.

He tightened his embrace, used his spiritual power, and brought Xiao Yu into his room, setting up a barrier.

The moment he finished this action, Xiao Yu pressed him against the wall, hooked his neck, and deepened the kiss.

He didn’t want to miss the beauty of Xiao Yu in this moment. His eyes slowly traced her features, deeply engraving this version of Xiao Yu into his mind.

Her agile tongue teased open his lips. Xiao Yu looked up, initially slowly exploring the unknown area. The reproductive urge was no longer controlled. Her entire being sank into the sea of desire, passionately kissing him without restraint.

Suddenly, Xiao Yu pulled back, her feet touching the ground.

Wen Yu wiped the silver thread from the corner of her lips with his finger and asked her, “Why did you stop?”

Xiao Yu complained, “Standing on tiptoes is exhausting.”

Wen Yu was struck speechless, then burst into a soft laugh.

“Do you want to continue?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed. He leaned down slightly. His gradually aroused voice was husky and extraordinarily alluring.

Xiao Yu immediately nodded, stood on her tiptoes again, and covered his lips with hers.

At the same time, Wen Yu opened his arms, wrapping them around her waist and hips, lifting her up against the wall to match his height, taking the dominant role into his own hands.

The scorching kiss pressed down. Restraining his desire to possess her, Wen Yu closed his eyes, immersing himself in this kiss that Xiao Yu had initiated but that he now controlled.

The quiet room gradually filled with a sweet scent. The sounds of passion ebbed and flowed. The rapid breaths lasted only a few seconds before being drowned out again.

When Xiao Yu regained her freedom to breathe, she didn’t know how much time had passed. Her vision was dark, her head spinning, and she didn’t want to think at all.

She felt completely weak, able to rely only on the person in front of her.

Wen Yu lit the candle in the room. His fingertip wiped the sweat from Xiao Yu’s forehead. He held her and didn’t let go.

Xiao Yu’s hands rested on his shoulders. Her body was limp, utterly drained of strength, collapsing into his embrace.

“Wen Yu…”

The soft murmur was caught by Wen Yu. Wen Yu adjusted his posture, letting her rest her head on his shoulder, and asked, “Whose name did you call?”

He waited patiently for Xiao Yu to repeat the name. Wen Yu placed one hand on Xiao Yu’s fox ear and began reciting the Clarity Spell.

Xiao Yu parted her lips. Her soft lips brushed against Wen Yu’s neck, causing his hand to tremble, nearly breaking the Clarity Spell.

“Wen Yu.” Xiao Yu spoke the name again.

Her mind gradually cleared.

“Yes,” Wen Yu responded, “I am here.”

As soon as he said these two words, he sensed Xiao Yu taking his hand off her fox ear. She turned his palm upward, examined it carefully in front of her eyes.

With a thought, he guessed what she was thinking.

“Does it hurt very much?”

Xiao Yu suddenly touched his palm, gently breathing on it.

The scorching breath warmed his hand for a moment.

Wen Yu’s heart also surged with warmth following Xiao Yu’s action. He looked up and saw a tear slide from the corner of Xiao Yu’s eye.

His heart severely trembled. His thumb pressed against the tear, slowly wiping it away.

“It doesn’t hurt.”

It doesn’t hurt now.

Wen Yu turned his hand over and gently held Xiao Yu’s, stopping her from moving, and continued to cast the Clarity Spell to help her.

A thought arose in his mind to deliberately slow down the spell, prolonging this beautiful moment.

When the Clarity Spell was finished, Xiao Yu was sober.

The instant she sobered up, Wen Yu gently set her down.

The candlelight illuminated both their faces, revealing Xiao Yu’s rich expression of astonishment, shyness, and guilt.

The stirring in Wen Yu’s heart was briefly suppressed. Seeing Xiao Yu sober, he looked at her composedly, waiting for her excuses.

“Do you still remember what you did?”

Xiao Yu was stunned for a moment, then remembered everything she had done from the moment she got drunk until now.

The first thought that popped into her mind was: It’s over. I can’t be friends with him anymore.

“You were the one who initiated both times.” Wen Yu wiped the corner of his lip. Xiao Yu had been staring at him, naturally noticing the moisture on his fingertip.

Her face flushed crimson, layered with the unretreated blush, making her look like a fully ripened fruit.

“You, I…”

She was about to use her previous excuse to muddle through, but Wen Yu had already seen through her thoughts. He added fuel to the fire, preventing her escape.

“Don’t try to stall for time by suggesting solutions again,” Wen Yu lightly tapped the fox ear on top of her head, causing Xiao Yu to tremble all over.

Wen Yu began to mislead Xiao Yu, and both of them were essentially misleading each other.

“In my hometown, if a person’s innocence is taken, they will never have anyone else in this life.” Wen Yu watched Xiao Yu’s eyes widen little by little, suddenly no longer wanting to wait for her to figure things out herself.

He was hinting, yet also stating directly: “There was a person whose innocence was stolen by a fox. According to the customs of my hometown, he must marry that fox.”

“If the fox abandons him, he will never marry again.” Wen Yu paused, adding, “He will never marry out again.”

Boom! A bolt of lightning exploded in Xiao Yu’s mind.

She stared, only blinking after a long while.

Something was wrong. Very wrong.

Why did she get drunk after only a few cups of flower wine, and why did it trigger her reproductive urge again?

“Actually, this time was—”

Wen Yu preempted her words: “An accident?”

Xiao Yu nodded repeatedly. Just as she was about to speak, she heard Wen Yu say, “When I asked you who I was, you called out my name.”

“Wen Yu,” he emphasized. “You called it twice.”

Xiao Yu was speechless, as she quickly remembered that she had indeed called Wen Yu’s name.

“It’s clear this was not an accident.” Wen Yu frowned, as if in deep thought: “Xiao Yu, you need to compensate me.”

This sentence haunted Xiao Yu’s dreams.

Wen Yu looked at her with a resentful expression, telling her: “Xiao Yu, you stole my innocence.”

“You must compensate me.”

“I can’t marry out anymore. You must marry me.”

Xiao Yu woke up from her dream in a fright, patting her chest in lingering fear.

Why did she dream that she had become the one marrying Wen Yu?

It was too terrifying.

Wide awake, she couldn’t fall asleep again.

Xiao Yu simply got up and sat by the window, gazing at the moonlight.

Floating clouds obscured the crescent moon, casting a hazy light.

The crops in the fields swayed gently, bathed in the moonlight.

Xiao Yu’s heart was like the moonlight, obscured by floating clouds, hazy and confused.

To avoid Wen Yu, she had promised to give him an answer when they left this place in ten days.

But she simply didn’t know what her feelings for Wen Yu truly were.

If she said they were friends, it felt too distant. If she said they were partners, it hadn’t reached that level yet.

Darn it!

If only he had agreed to be friends, she wouldn’t have to think so much.

But that wouldn’t be fair to Wen Yu. Friends don’t do those kinds of things.

As Xiao Yu thought about it, her mind was left only with the images of her actively kissing him and him forcefully pinning her against the wall while kissing her.

She hummed a few times: “Clearly, he himself also…”

Xiao Yu flopped back onto the bed and rolled over. Unable to sleep, she simply began absorbing the essence of heaven and earth.

As dawn broke, she saw someone working in the fields in the distance, moving slowly, bent at the waist, inching along.

The person saw her and waved.

Xiao Yu quickly returned the greeting.

It was an old woman with white hair. After finishing her work, she slowly walked over to the window, smiling warmly.

“You must be the guest who arrived yesterday. It’s the first time I’ve seen anyone get drunk on flower wine.”

Xiao Yu scratched her head sheepishly, her fox ears already retracted.

She quickly changed the subject: “Grandma, are those all vegetables you were planting just now?”

The old woman happily replied, “Yes, I planted a lot. I’ll pick some for you to take when you leave. You can’t get this kind of food outside.”

After talking about the vegetables she planted, the old woman told Xiao Yu she was going back.

Xiao Yu watched her stumbling figure, afraid she might fall with her next step, and felt emotional.

Looking into the distance again, Xiao Yu took out the pouch and looked at it for a long time.

She took out the headband inside and looked at it for a long time, suddenly feeling the style was a bit plain.

An idea struck her. She wanted to embroider something on it and add Wen Yu’s name to the end.

She didn’t embroider during the day, afraid someone might come in and find out.

Embroidering with a lamp at night would be too obvious. She decided to ask the old woman, who came at a fixed time every day, to do it at her house.

The old woman watched the pattern take shape under Xiao Yu’s hands and couldn’t stop praising her: “You’re amazing, girl.”

Xiao Yu smiled shyly, feeling delighted inside.

She visited the old woman’s house several times. Sometimes, the old woman would offer her things, but Xiao Yu felt uncomfortable taking them directly, so she helped her work in the fields in the morning.

The old woman lived alone and often said that she was old and didn’t have much time left to live, so she might as well find something to do.

One time, Xiao Yu was embroidering the headband in her hand. She looked up and saw the old woman watching her, her expression serious.

“Girl, you must firmly stand by your choice.”

Xiao Yu was taken aback and secretly kept the words in her heart.

The old woman nodded and stood up.

Xiao Yu suddenly noticed that the old woman was walking even slower, taking a long time for each step.

This peaceful life continued for several days. Xiao Yu began to miss Wen Yu.

Why hadn’t she run into Wen Yu these past few days?

She felt too embarrassed to knock on his door.

But last time, when she fainted, didn’t he stand guard outside her door?

Since she wasn’t fainting this time, was he just not coming?

On the morning of the eighth day, Xiao Yu didn’t see the old woman.

She waited until the sky was bright, but the old woman was nowhere in sight.

Xiao Yu was surprised. The old woman had said she came every day, so why hadn’t she come today?

She waited a few more hours, and when the old woman still didn’t show up, she ran to the old woman’s house herself.

Entering the room, she saw the old woman lying peacefully on the bed, her hands folded, a smile in the corners of her eyes, looking very serene.

He Munian saw her arrive and was surprised: “Miss, why are you here?”

Xiao Yu was not the only one in the room. Many people were hanging green branches around the room, and some were cleaning.

Worry welled up in her heart, gradually turning into sadness.

“What happened to Grandma?”

Someone needed the spot where she was standing to place something, so Xiao Yu moved aside, eventually walking outside.

He Munian instructed the others to finish their tasks and joined Xiao Yu outside, explaining, “The people of our race have short lifespans. Others get white hair at fifty or sixty, but we get old at twenty or thirty. This is the price for the ability of our clan.”

“We’ve gotten used to it,” He Munian’s gaze was calm, having gone through this many times. “When all of us are gone, there will be no one left in this world with this ability.”

Xiao Yu’s heart tightened. She vaguely sensed something but couldn’t grasp it clearly.

Seeing them lift the old woman into the coffin instantly brought back memories of the deaths she had experienced.

She was a little scared.

This world was too dangerous. The slightest carelessness could lead to the Underworld, to death.

When Xiao Yu returned to her room under the watch of the sunset glow, she saw Wen Yu standing in his doorway, quietly looking at her, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Xiao Yu could hardly describe the emotion she felt when she saw Wen Yu at that moment.

She rushed to Wen Yu, throwing her arms around him. Her voice was muffled and slightly choked with tears.

“Please don’t die.”

“What?” Wen Yu subconsciously hugged Xiao Yu, his heart racing due to her unusual state.

Xiao Yu looked up at him, her eyes already swimming with tears.

Wen Yu instantly became tense. He soothingly patted her back and gently asked, “What’s wrong?”

Xiao Yu suddenly felt like crying: “I saw the Grandma here pass away today.”

She sniffled and said, “I only spent less than ten days with her, but I can’t bear for her to pass away.”

Now, Wen Yu was the person she was closest to.

Even though she had only been with Wen Yu for a few months, she was even more reluctant for him to die.

“Can you please not die?” Xiao Yu blinked, forcing tears out, trying hard to see Wen Yu clearly.

The sudden exposure to death had shocked her. She didn’t want to face death before accomplishing anything.

She suddenly wanted to immediately give the item to Wen Yu and tell him to give her solution a try first.

But Wen Yu’s arms, pressing her against his chest, obstructed Xiao Yu’s attempt to pull out the pouch.

“Don’t be afraid,” he gently stroked Xiao Yu’s back, his eyes overflowing with tenderness, and he said, “I have already found a method. I won’t die.”

He hadn’t sought out Xiao Yu these past few days because he had been busy researching the route to the Sea Demon Territory and the commonalities of the few times the Prophecy Mirror had responded to the person looking into it.

If he was going to act, he had to ensure everything was foolproof.

“Don’t worry,” Wen Yu released Xiao Yu, wiping the tears from her face. “Why are you crying?”

Xiao Yu quickly asked, “What is the method? Is it very dangerous? Is it related to the Demon Venerable?”

Wen Yu’s fingertip paused. He keenly noticed that Xiao Yu’s sense of crisis about his potential death stemmed from the Demon Venerable.

She seemed to have said this before.

He shook his head and spoke under Xiao Yu’s watchful gaze: “It has nothing to do with the Demon Venerable.”

He paused, then revealed his plan: “Do you remember that I told you we would only stay here for ten days?”

Xiao Yu nodded, humming in assent with a nasal sound.

“I already had a plan then, and I’ve been perfecting it these past few days,” Wen Yu continued, noticing Xiao Yu’s anxiousness. “In a few more days, we will set off for the Sea Demon Territory.”

Xiao Yu’s eyes widened. Her tear-stained eyelashes fluttered open, making her look quite lively.

“Is it far? Will it be dangerous? I want to go too.” Xiao Yu quickly found a reason for herself: “The Sea Demon Territory is full of demon beasts, right? I can learn demon race sorcery if I go there.”

Wen Yu simply watched her quietly. When she finished speaking, under her tense and anxious gaze, he nodded.

“We’ll go together.”

Xiao Yu was stunned for a second. The next moment, a smile broke out on her face.

“Okay, let’s go together.” She was about to give the pouch to Wen Yu, but realizing she hadn’t embroidered Wen Yu’s name onto it yet, she abandoned the idea.

She would give it to him after it was embroidered.

As Xiao Yu thought this, she suddenly heard Wen Yu ask her, “You seem certain that I will die.”

Her heart skipped a beat.

“Why are you so certain?”