Chapter 735 - 729: Affection

At this moment, Mei Qingchen tightly held Su Muyao in his arms, his distinctively jointed hand gripping the nape of her neck, his fingertip gently caressing her delicate skin, with a slight, barely noticeable tremble.

Mei Qingchen’s heart still harbored too much unease; he was truly afraid of losing control and hurting her.

Of all the things, this was what worried him the most.

In the ancestral memories of the Golden Lotus Beastman, it was the Youluo Fragrance that caused her to lose control, thus hurting the ancestor, leading to his untimely departure.

So he was really afraid inside.

At this moment, these emotions all transformed into force, deeply kissing her, unable to stop himself from wanting to merge Su Muyao into his very bones.

Of course, at this moment, as Mei Qingchen kissed Su Muyao, when their lips met passionately but without aggression or assault, there was only restrained, profound depth.

His kiss carried an obsession that refused to let go, as if through this method, he wished to pass on all the accumulated yearning, worries, and burning love bit by bit.

His breath enveloped her with deep attachment, revealing emotions he couldn’t put into words, so heavy it made one’s heart tremble.

"Wife..."

He felt as if he hadn’t seen her for a long, long time.

And hadn’t been this close for a long time.

Feeling her beauty, Mei Qingchen’s love, long suppressed, surged forth like scorching lava, seemingly wanting to consume him.

It also aroused desires and longings deep within him.

He held her, his embrace tightening.

Su Muyao could feel Mei Qingchen’s forcefulness, unlike his usual self.

Since awakening with the Seven-orifice Exquisite Heart, Mei Qingchen had always been cautious around her, taking care of her feelings.

There had never been such a wild intensity before.

Held tightly, Su Muyao could clearly feel his heart pounding fiercely in his chest, the heartbeat rapid and frantic, utterly different from his usual cool and sacred demeanor.

He held her, his fingers resting on her skin, the tips carrying a cool chill.

His kiss also carried suppressed trembling.

She could feel the aura emanating from him.

It was a feeling of merged deep anxiety and burning love within his very bones.

"Qing Chen, I have missed you so much..."

She didn’t ask if he missed her, his entwining presence was the best proof.

"I’m sorry, that puppet must have hurt you, right?"

Before making that puppet, Mei Qingchen hadn’t been able to forcefully convert his divination ability into Purification Power.

So normally, he could foresee what the Youluo Sword Sect had in store for him.

He also knew he would be controlled by the Youluo Fragrance, hurting his wife.

Even the Youluo Sword Sect would use Soul Searching Technique to view his memories, using them to kill his wife.

Just by seeing his memories, they would know of his wife’s existence, knowing she was his Achilles’ heel.

Having foreseen all this, he eventually made the puppet to take his place and also sealed the puppet’s past memories.

This way, the Youluo Sword Sect couldn’t search his soul for information.

But the directive he gave the puppet was that the sword in hand should never truly fall upon her.

Thus, the Youluo Sword Sect wouldn’t notice anything strange.

Su Muyao could feel the guilt and pain inside Mei Qingchen at this moment.

She knew he must have endured much hardship, and creating the puppet wasn’t easy.

"It’s okay, it didn’t hurt me."

"I originally thought he was you; seeing him forget me made me a little sad."

Previously facing the memory-lost puppet, not knowing it was a puppet, being attacked indeed saddened her.

It was just that she hadn’t paid much attention to her emotions then.

Now, with Mei Qingchen asking, the bitterness quietly rose to her nose.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry..."

"Just the thought of the puppet forgetting and hurting you makes me unbearably sad. I dare not imagine what it would be like if I lost control and hurt you. Even if I regained my sanity later, I couldn’t face that self."

Much like how he is now, thinking about losing control and causing her harm, making her cough blood, he nearly couldn’t face her.

Only able to approach her with kisses, numbing himself.

Su Muyao couldn’t stand the thought of him wanting her to kill him.

"Even if you lose control and hurt me, you must live, and I’ll face it with you."

Su Muyao was extremely distressed over Mei Qingchen; her eyes uncontrollably reddened, delicate tears swirling between her lashes like stars dusted with morning dew, misty and fragile.

As Mei Qingchen lowered his gaze, he happened to see the drop of tear rolling from her lashes, the warm teardrop fell on the back of his hand like a burning needle, piercing through all his restraint and façade.

A sharp, dull pain suddenly emerged from his heart.

He felt his unease had hurt her too.

"What should I do? What should I do with you?"

How should he act to protect her, ensuring no harm or trouble ever comes her way?

Without the Seven-orifice Exquisite Heart, he had hurt her before.

Even now, after possessing the Seven-orifice Exquisite Heart, he couldn’t avoid certain issues.

He really felt useless, never daring to hope he held any important place in her heart.

Compared to Wen Nanxi and them, what he did for her was too little, constantly bringing her trouble.

Mei Qingchen slowly released Su Muyao, yet continued to hold her, but gently as if holding the most precious treasure on earth, even his breathing softened.

He retreated slightly, but his lips descended, lightly brushing her eye corners, tenderly kissing away the remaining tear tracks, the kiss tinged with his palm’s coolness yet carrying a softness that was lethal.

"I’m sorry," his voice was hoarse, carrying yet unresolved breaths, warm breath tightly entwined with hers, gently spreading within the surrounding soft spiritual power.

Su Muyao extended her hand to push Mei Qingchen away.

In his current weakened state, Su Muyao easily pushed him aside.

Mei Qingchen carried an aura of being utterly broken, golden hair falling on his shoulders, his weak, thin figure leaning powerlessly against the bed.

Even suffused with a touch of despondency.

Su Muyao immediately stepped forward, pressing down his shoulder, "Mei Qingchen, look at me."

Mei Qingchen’s lashes fluttered, lifting his gaze to meet Su Muyao, the depth of love in his eyes mixed with pain.

Su Muyao looked at him with reddened eyes, saying: "Do you think you’re always troubling me? Do you think you’re unimportant in my heart?"

Mei Qingchen remained silent, saying nothing more.

Su Muyao pressed him, "Speak."

Mei Qingchen reluctantly closed his eyes briefly, extending his slender fingers to smooth out the crease of her brow, "Wife, don’t be angry, don’t frown, it’s all my fault."

His movement was gentle as if afraid to break something.

"I know I was bad back then, shouting for harm, if not for my parents, I know you wouldn’t have accepted me."

"Later it was because I clung to you persistently and didn’t leave... and because I forcibly awakened, almost becoming dependent on you, I became your Beast Husband."

Su Muyao was utterly furious hearing these words.

What’s up with this stubborn man now?

Why say such things?

The system sighed: "Host, Mei Qingchen is experiencing low self-esteem due to the Youluo Fragrance, lacking confidence facing you, his love for you coupled with fear of loss, altering his mindset."

"Or rather, he always remembers how he treated you poorly during his time at the Beiluo Tribe, leaving a knot in his heart."

Su Muyao scrutinized Mei Qingchen, "Mei Qingchen, do you always think I don’t love you?"

Mei Qingchen’s expression fluctuated slightly.

He knew his wife’s claim of caring for him was likely genuine.

Still, it wasn’t the kind of love he imagined in his heart.

After realizing he loved his wife, he finally understood the feeling.

The feeling of wanting to live and die for her.

Doing anything for her, feelings of having his heart and soul devoted weren’t enough to describe.

Worried and insecure, anxious and uncertain.

Even he himself didn’t know what was wrong.

Su Muyao took a deep breath, suddenly hugging Mei Qingchen, directly on top of him.

"Then I’ll show you this way, tell you I love you, you should believe it."

Su Muyao immediately took the lead, leaning down to softly kiss Mei Qingchen’s lips.

Taking control of everything.

Anyway, in his current weakness, Mei Qingchen could only let her do whatever.

Mei Qingchen’s face instantly turned red as a cherry, "Wife..."