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His chest muscles were well-defined, not muscular from brute force, but rather firm with smooth lines, and his abs were sculpted like they were carved with a knife (hahaha, damn! I don't know how to describe it). They rose and fell gently with his breath.
The last time he was injured and bedridden, she washed his body for him. At that time, she only dared to stare at the wound and carefully avoided it. She blushed deeply after only a few scattered glances.
But now, seeing such a complete and vivid image before her eyes, the visual impact was like a thunderclap, making her breath quicken and her fingertips tremble slightly.
She instinctively raised her hand to cover her chest, and could clearly feel her heart pounding wildly beneath her palm, almost bursting out of her chest.
She only snapped back to reality when the warm, damp breath approached and the bedside dipped slightly.
When she looked up, Mu Qinghan was already sitting beside her, water droplets from his wet hair occasionally dripping onto the brocade quilt, spreading out a small dark stain.
"Oh! You...you're done washing..."
Ya Ya's voice was a little unsteady, her fingertips were still clutching the corner of the blanket, and the tips of her ears were so red they looked like they could bleed.
Mu Qinghan glanced down at her, his gaze sweeping over her tightly pursed lips and then landing on her flushed cheeks before he softly responded.
"Um, I forgot to bring my pajamas."
His breath was slightly cool as he spoke, carrying the faint scent of soapberry after his bath. It fell on Ya Ya's ear, causing her heart, which had just calmed down, to skip a beat again.
As the candlelight flickered, Mu Qinghan caught Ya Ya's unwavering gaze out of the corner of his eye. Her eyes were so bright that her breathing was almost rapid.
He chuckled softly, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.
Tu Shan Ya Ya was still reeling from the visual shock, her gaze fixed on his exposed shoulder and neck lines, oblivious to the smile on his lips.
Her fingertips curled slightly, her mind still savoring the smooth contours of those muscles, with no intention of looking away.
Suddenly, Mu Qinghan raised her hand to her waist, her fingertips gently hooking the ribbon of the bath towel, as if to untie it.
Ya Ya's eyes widened in an instant, and she raised her hand to cover her face like a startled rabbit, but deliberately left her fingers wide apart, her bright eyes peeking out through the gaps, and even the tips of her ears were flushed with excitement.
"Still watching?"
Mu Qinghan sighed and rubbed his forehead. He turned around and leaned close to her, gently pinching her flushed cheeks with his warm fingertips, his tone slightly teasing.
"Aren't you going to avoid this?"
"Huh?! Go...get out of the way!"
Startled by his sudden action, Ya Ya stiffened and turned around like a puppet, her back ramrod straight.
But just two seconds after she turned around, she suddenly remembered something, turned back abruptly, her little face tense, deliberately showing her sharp canine teeth, and putting on a fierce look.
Mu Qinghan raised an eyebrow, looking at her with interest: "What's wrong with you now?"
Ya Ya raised her chin slightly, but her voice was soft and hesitant.
"You're my man, why can't I watch? I want to watch!"
After saying that, he deliberately puffed out his chest, as if to emphasize his "righteous indignation".
Upon hearing this, Mu Qinghan frowned, his gaze falling on the feigned seriousness in her eyes. He chuckled softly and actually reached out to untie the bath towel.
The bath towel slowly fell down.
"what--!"
When Ya Ya saw what was happening, her pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints, her mouth opened wide uncontrollably, and a scream was about to burst out.
Before Mu Qinghan could grab the pajamas from the side, he instinctively leaned over and pressed down on her, his warm hand tightly covering her mouth, silencing her gasp.
The distance between the two instantly closed, and the scent of soap mingled with his warm breath enveloped Ya Ya, making her cheeks burn instantly.
The moment their skin touched, Ya Ya felt all the blood rush to her heart.
The thin, moon-white veil she wore was as delicate as a cicada's wing, offering no insulation against the slightest bit of warmth.
The warmth of Mu Qinghan's palms and the firmness of his chest were clearly transmitted through the fabric, sending a tingling, itchy sensation through her entire body.
She opened her wet eyes, with tears gently shimmering in them.
Before her was Mu Qinghan's face, so close to hers. When he lowered his eyes, his eyelashes cast a faint shadow beneath them. The air was filled with the cool scent of soapberry mixed with his warm breath, enveloping her completely.
"Shh," Mu Qinghan's voice was very low, with a slightly husky and magnetic quality, as he whispered in her ear.
"Everyone's asleep, don't talk, do you hear me?"
Ya Ya didn't respond, she just stared at him blankly, forgetting even to blink.
Until Mu Qinghan leaned down slightly, his warm lips gently brushed against her neck, and he lightly bit her neck with a bit of force.
The slight stinging and itching sensation instantly spread throughout her body, bringing her back to her senses.
"I...I heard it..."
Her voice was as soft as if it had been soaked in honey, and it trembled slightly. The last syllable floated gently in Mu Qinghan's ears, making his Adam's apple bob involuntarily.
Mu Qinghan responded softly, forcibly suppressing the surging emotions in his heart, and slowly got up, supporting himself with his arms.
He casually picked up the pajamas from the edge of the bed, his fingertips slightly clenched, but his movements remained calm as he put on the clothes one by one.
When she looked up again, her face had returned to its usual calm, except for a faint blush on the tips of her ears.
Chapter 114 Mark
The candlelight flickered inside the tent, casting long, warm yellow shadows of the two figures.
As Mu Qinghan finished dressing and turned around, he bumped into Tu Shan Ya Ya, who had her eyes downcast.
Her ear tips were bright red, and even the usually perky hairs on her head had softened a bit.
He leaned closer, his fingertips gently hooking around her wrist, his fingertips caressing her delicate skin, his voice full of laughter.
"What, you're shy now? Weren't you so tough before?"
Tu Shan Ya Ya suddenly looked up, as if her secret had been exposed, and her face immediately tightened.
She pursed her lower lip, gently biting it with her pearly teeth, took a deep breath, her chest heaving, and then widened her almond-shaped eyes, feigning fierceness.
"What's wrong with being shy? Being shy is perfectly normal!"
"It's clearly you! Wetting the bed when you were four is one thing, but now you're naked and don't even know how to be ashamed!"
Mu Qinghan suddenly stopped.
He blinked and instantly realized—it must be his mother telling Ya Ya about his embarrassing childhood stories as anecdotes.
His brows furrowed slightly, and his fingertips unconsciously tightened a little. This was one of his few embarrassing moments; if anyone dared to bring it up when he was a kid, he would really get angry.
But now, it doesn't matter anymore.
He relaxed his brow, his tone tinged with helplessness: "That was all from when I was a kid."
"I didn't wet the bed when I was a child."
Tu Shan Ya Ya immediately chimed in, raising her chin slightly, "Besides, normal children don't wet the bed at four years old."
"Why don't normal children wet the bed anymore?"
Mu Qinghan raised an eyebrow. "That's a normal physiological phenomenon. Everyone makes mistakes sometimes."
"I don't care, all I know is that someone wet the bed when they were four years old."
Tu Shan Ya Ya stiffened her neck and repeated her words with a hint of teasing.
"But I will never wet the bed."
"You wet the bed."
Mu Qinghan finally lost her temper and became angry.
He stretched out his arm and simply pulled her into his arms. With a gentle twist of his wrist, he positioned Tu Shan Ya Ya with her back to him, leaning against him.
My fingertips touched her thin gauze dress; the skin beneath the fabric was soft and warm, its flesh color faintly visible in the candlelight.
He paused for a moment, then steeled himself, raised his hand, and gently patted her buttocks.
"Let's not talk about this anymore."
Tu Shan Ya Ya laughed even harder, her shoulders trembling slightly, her voice full of joy.
"I'll say it, I'll make you mad! Bedwetting!"
"You big-chested vixen!"
Mu Qinghan was amused by her and reached out to tickle her side, causing the person in his arms to immediately twist her body to dodge. The candlelight in the tent flickered even more violently, along with the laughter of the two of them.
The shadows crept around the shoulder of lust, and the Black Fox Queen's body trembled uncontrollably.
His claws gripped her shoulders tightly, and as he glanced at her with lust, the corners of his mouth curved into a smile before his eyes.
The smile looked as if it had been carved into his face with a knife, the corners of his mouth splitting to his ears, revealing tiny, sharp teeth, and even the corners of his eyes were flushed with an unnatural redness.
“Little one,” her voice was sticky like melting honey, yet it carried a chilling coldness.
"I remember you controlled some of the insects that came with that little guy. Can you... tell me about that little guy's information in the memories of those insects?"
As the fingertips lifted, the nails gleamed with a dark purple sheen, and gently touched the Black Fox Lady's forehead.
The force was as light as a feather brushing against her, yet it made the black fox queen's fur stand on end, and she dared not even breathe too heavily.
"M-Sir, I...I won't..."
The Black Fox Lady's voice trembled as she tried to back away, but she was restrained by an invisible force on the other's shoulder, and even the slightest movement made her bones feel numb.
"Thorn-"
A sharp tearing sound, mixed with the sticky sound of flesh separating, suddenly exploded.
The actions of lust were so fast that they were almost invisible. All that could be seen was her suddenly reaching out, her five fingers gripping the Black Fox Queen's arm, and gently pulling it as if she were tearing off a dry branch.
Half of her fox body was instantly torn apart, and dark red blood splattered on her lustful face. She didn't even blink. Instead, she stuck out her tongue and gently licked away the blood from the corner of her lips, her eyes surging with a morbid excitement.
"Ahhhh——!"
"It tastes pretty good, hehe..."
The Black Fox Queen's roar pierced through the black mist, her shattered body convulsing on the ground, blood soaking the ground and emitting hissing white smoke.
As lust slowly closed her eyes, tilted her head back slightly, and twitched her nostrils gently, as if savoring the painful atmosphere in the air. A sigh escaped her throat, and even her fingertips trembled slightly.
That's... the look of ultimate enjoyment.
"Hee hee hee--"