"Wu Zhou, don't be suspicious of me anymore, don't push me away, I don't want to make you angry all the time... don't argue anymore..."
Wu Zhou gently patted Qianye and held her tightly in his arms. He had never seen Qianye like this before, and she seemed to be really frightened.
Clinging to his neck was like grasping a life-saving straw. She seemed to have been wronged. At this moment, she tried her best to hold on to him and was extremely dependent on him.
"Not anymore..."
Suddenly, there were three knocks on the door, and Wu Zhou's comforting words were immediately interrupted. Qianye in his arms was frightened and trembled, making Wu Zhou feel angry in his heart.
Outside the door was an old and respectful voice, the kind that was completely lifeless, "Sir Chiba, Master Yinxuan is injured and resting, please go immediately."
Wu Zhou pulled the thin quilt next to him to cover Qianye, but did not let go of his hand. He glared in the direction of the door, "Qianye is not a doctor, and he can't heal the wounds of immortals. Please ask someone else."
"Sir Qianye, it is Master Yinxuan who has ordered you to go. As for what is going on, you have your own intentions. Please ask Master Qianye..."
The old ghost outside the door was still talking solemnly, with a flat tone without any inflection, no tone, and no taste.
Wu Zhou hugged Qianye, his face became more and more gloomy, and just when he was about to scold him, Qianye in his arms suddenly moved.
Her lips pressed against his chest, soft, with a bit of naughty peck. Suddenly they moved downward, as finely as a feather brushing, but as hot as if they had been licked by a flame.
Wu Zhou's body that had just cooled down suddenly became warm again. He couldn't see Qianye, but he could clearly feel her movements. She was like a restless fish, doing whatever she wanted, but he couldn't predict her next move.
"Master Qianye, Master Yinxuan was injured by the devil to protect the peace of Jianxi Mountain..." The old ghost outside was still chattering.
Wu Zhou raised his head, gritted his teeth and endured but was reluctant to push Qianye away. He took a deep breath and looked out the door, "Since you are asking, then go back and wait."
"Lord Yinxuan, please ask Lord Chiba to go immediately..."
"Let him wait immediately! Tell him that even an immortal should understand that Qianye is my woman and he is not allowed to call her around!" Wu Zhou roared, his teeth were already clenched, and Qianye's lips
It is already lingering on his lower abdomen. Should he tell this woman that he has not yet become a Buddha and is not a saint?
But the old ghost outside the door is still persevering, "Master Yinxuan is the ancestor of Master Qianye, and he talks about etiquette and rules..."
"Go away!! If you say one more word, I will raise my sword to ask for his injuries!!"
Wu Zhou's patience finally ran out, and what exhausted his patience was not the nagging old ghost outside the door, but the lips that tried to light a fire in the forbidden area.
"Qianye..." Wu Zhou tensed his body with all his strength. He seemed to be burned out by the flames, and an unprecedented feeling of comfort filled his heart.
Different from the previous requests, Chiba was finally willing to respond to him, and finally willing to take the initiative. She said she was reluctant, she said she...doesn't regret it.
Suddenly, Qianye lifted off the thin quilt, took a deep breath, put her cheek against his lower abdomen, and looked at him faintly, "Do you think... is it really my fate to deceive my master and destroy my ancestor?"
Wu Zhou also breathed a sigh of relief, gently picked her up, turned over and pressed her down, "You are my woman, whatever I want you to do is your life."
"for example?"
"You can live without your ancestors, masters, ghosts, parents and relatives, and friends from the same school, but you can't live without me."