Chapter 70: I'll Give You Whatever You Like!

"You—you were supposed to speak, weren't you?"

Han Xiao Ying's voice was like a mosquito's, feeling the breath around her neck; her whole body was stiff, and she was at a loss.

Niu Dingtian inhaled the alluring scent, merely panting heavily, and said nothing.

"You said it wouldn't happen."

Seeing no reply, Han Xiao Ying's heart grew increasingly nervous, and even her words trembled.

"What wouldn't happen?"

Niu Dingtian finally lifted his fiery gaze, looking at the pretty girl's delicate face, and softly retorted.

Han Xiao Ying felt as if struck by lightning; her mind went blank.

Difficult, difficult—could it really be that he wants

He was just like a little white rabbit earlier, and now he's turned into a big gray wolf, actually deceiving me! Thinking of that, her heart became both angry and anxious.

"Let's have a conversation."

Just then, a gentle voice suddenly reached her ears; although it sent a shiver through her whole body, it then relaxed a bit, and the hanging heart settled again.

"Hmm."

"You—you speak first."

After her delicate body relaxed a little, she couldn't suppress her heart pounding wildly; she intended to be the first to speak and ease her mood, but once she opened her mouth, she didn't know how to continue.

"Sister Xiao Ying, do you know? You're very charming!"

Niu Dingtian didn't hesitate, speaking softly; he likes being a younger brother, feels that his sister would be caring, so he directly changed his address.

Of course, this is also his sincere words; his body is truly honest, he doesn't lie, and there's no need to swear to the heavens about it.

However, at this point, what could Niu Dingtian still say? She's already in his arms; could he even ask whether she ate enough tonight?

Do you wish to sleep?

Will you eat tomorrow morning?

Heh~

Pah!

A scoundrel is not worth scheming with!

Han Xiao Ying, hearing such cloying and twisted love words, felt a surge of shyness; her pretty face flushed bright red, looking at Niu Dingtian as if she wanted to bite him.

But somehow, after the embarrassment, waves of joy rose, and she sensed a lingering sweetness.

So that's how he likes me.

"Sister Xiao Ying, do you plan to stay in the great desert forever?"

Niu Dingtian asked the most concerning question: the great desert's bitter cold; he didn't want Han Xiao Ying to continue suffering here, so he thought of taking her to Xiangyang.

"I—I don't know either."

She felt a bit lost at this moment; not only herself, but her three elder brothers were the same. The eighteen-year gambling pact had been voided, yet they seemed accustomed to life here.

Should they just walk away and leave? But what about disciple Guo Jing? After years of dedication and companionship, she thought she still couldn't bring herself to abandon him.

She seemed to recall something, grew a little nervous, and after thinking, cautiously spoke to Niu Dingtian:

"You—you don't like the grassland, do you?"

"I like you!"

"Whether it's Jiangnan or the grassland, I like you!"

Niu Dingtian's voice thundered across the ground, responding with deep affection.

Han Xiao Ying, hearing this, was suddenly moved; a surge of warmth rose in her heart, and she wanted to speak, but the words got stuck in her throat.

He certainly doesn't like the grassland; today he dislikes the cowhide rug, but he likes himself, and for himself he can also like the grassland.

As she thought, Han Xiao Ying couldn't help but nuzzle her delicate body into Niu Dingtian's embrace.

"Sister Xiao Ying, will you come back to Xiangyang with me?"

Niu Dingtian slowly leaned close to Han Xiao Ying's ear, speaking gently.

Those petite, exquisite earlobes, crystal-clear, now glowed with a faint pink aura, making one want to kiss them.

Feeling the warmth at her ear, Han Xiao Ying's breathing quickened; after hearing Niu Dingtian's words, she seemed to recall something, and a hesitant pink flush appeared on her face.

"I"

She had just mustered the resolve to harshly refuse.

"Sister Xiao Ying, okay?"

But that breath was relentless; not seeing her consent, it pressed tightly again.

"You don't— I promise you!"

With a sigh of helplessness, Han Xiao Ying could only submit, finally tremblingly agreeing.

Niu Dingtian, seeing the situation improve, stopped pressing. Yet, for reasons unknown, he fell silent for a moment, and after a while, softly asked the girl in his arms:

"Sister Xiao Ying, if—one day I become the jianghu's universally condemned great demon lord, would you still like me?"

Han Xiao Ying was startled by the words, then her heart tightened; why would he ask this? Had something happened?

After a moment of contemplation, she understood: he himself was aware, but each time he acted for his own sake.

People like the Five Absolutes—he discards them for himself, snatches the Shaolin Temple's scriptures for himself, the Iron Palm Sect's senior disciple and the Beggar Sect's elder; he kills for himself. Such a character will eventually be rejected by the righteous jianghu and become a target.

Thinking of this, Han Xiao Ying suddenly became fearful; she feared that one day Niu Dingtian would be hunted by the entire jianghu, feared he might be stripped of his martial arts like Hong Qi Gong, feared he would ultimately be killed, and she might never even see his corpse.

The more she thought, the more terrified she became; slowly, her eyes grew moist, and she tightly embraced him, choking out:

"If you become a great demon lord, I will still like you! If one day you are killed, I will die with you!"

Niu Dingtian, after hearing this, looked at the pear blossoms in rain before him, felt a surge, and couldn't help but fiercely kiss Han Xiao Ying's lips.

After parting his bright teeth, Han Xiao Ying offered no resistance; faced with his domineering, greedy intrusion, she meekly complied, murmuring.

Gradually, her delicate body went limp, her mind began to drift, and she could hardly breathe. Just as she felt she was about to suffocate, Niu Dingtian slowly withdrew from her lips; the two panted heavily, gazing at each other.

After a while, Niu Dingtian spoke softly:

"Xiao Yingjie, in a few days I'll be leaving; if we want to meet again, we might have to wait over a year."

Hearing this, Han Xiao Ying drew a soft breath, also fell silent; slowly, as if making some decision, her flushed pretty face began to waver, and finally her gaze grew resolute as she spoke in a trembling voice:

"You like me, don't you? I'll give myself to you! Whatever you like, I'll give it to you!"

Having said that, she clenched her fists tightly and slowly closed her eyes.

Seeing this, Niu Dingtian had no hesitation; he let out an excited low growl, lunged forward to frenziedly nibble at her snow‑white neck, his hands moving without the slightest hesitation as he loosened her silken robe layer by layer, feeling the soft pieces slip into his grasp.

Several lines were blocked.

(End of chapter)