Chapter 850: Extra Chapter 4: 87

Li Qingying felt a little guilty and hid in the Chénghuáng Miào's sleeping hall, but she hadn't expected that not long after it got dark, Hui Moqiong would also show up.

In previous years, Hui Moqiong had to dig a tunnel in the middle of the night just to get into the Chénghuáng Miào.

These past few years, it seemed as if he had bought off everyone inside and outside the Chénghuáng Miào; even if Li Qingying had given orders, he could still swagger in through the front gate.

The guards and night-watchmen at the Chénghuáng Miào were clearly in his pocket.

When Hui Moqiong arrived, Li Qingying had already washed up and gotten into bed.

She was leaning against the headboard reading when she heard footsteps; looking up, she met Hui Moqiong's eyes and instantly recalled what she had told Xiao Jiu that morning…

Hui Moqiong didn't speak; he simply sat on the edge of the bed and stared at Li Qingying.

Li Qingying felt creepy under his gaze and, a little impatient, asked, "Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have something dirty on my face?"

"I just want to have a good look." Hui Moqiong said solemnly, "Let me see if my wife has been possessed by some unclean thing."

Li Qingying snorted coldly.

Heh, he's digging himself a hole in a roundabout way.

Li Qingying knew him too well to take the bait.

But it was obvious he didn't need her to respond; he went on himself: "I remember my wife used to be into older men, so why is she suddenly into pretty boys?"

As he spoke, he solemnly made a hand seal, pointed his sword finger at her brow, and shouted loudly, "No matter who you are, I warn you to get off my wife right now, or else…"

Li Qingying swatted his hand away, her head pounding: "Hui Moqiong, we've been married for years and have a bunch of kids—can't you act like a normal person?!"

Saying that, she swung her legs out of bed and headed for the door.

Hui Moqiong hurried after her.

He felt a bit annoyed—no, he had come to confront her, so why was the situation turning out differently than he'd imagined?

He reached out with his long arms, wrapped them around Li Qingying's waist, pulled her back, and urged, "Where are you going in the middle of the night?"

Li Qingying snapped, "Back to Yin Dang Hang."

Out of sight, out of mind.

Hui Moqiong quickly said, "You can't go back to Yin Dang Hang tonight."

Li Qingying frowned. "Why?"

"The Seventh Lord is coming back tonight." Hui Moqiong said, "A brief separation is better than a new marriage—if you go back now you'll be a glaring third wheel."

Upon hearing that, Li Qingying's first reaction was to want to rush straight back to Yin Dang Hang.

But after a moment's thought, she realized Hui Moqiong was right.

She turned back, grudgingly, and returned to the room.

Hui Moqiong followed her back, smirking, and took her hand, saying, "I suggest we don't go back tomorrow morning either; let's have a hearty meal at noon and just hang out, so we don't ruin their fun."

Li Qingying flushed and gave him a big eye-roll.

Hui Moqiong rubbed his hands together with a hehehe, leaned in to flatter her: "Honey, these days the young guys are under a lot of pressure, weak as water—just flashy spears. They can't compare to my eight‑pack abs; go ahead and feel them…"

He's got a knack for making his wife angry.

But he's even better at cheering her up.

What his wife likes most, of course, are his abs, pecs, and mermaid line…

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Liu Junyan was more than just a brief reunion better than a new marriage; Xiao Jiu felt it was a frenzied release after escaping death.

He used to like kissing her too.

Gentle, cautious kisses.

Overbearing, lingering deep kisses.

There were many times when the kisses left Xiao Jiu oxygen‑deprived and her mind blank.

But never before had he kissed her like tonight—covering her whole body in a carpet‑like sweep of kisses…

Then he lifted her up, flipped her over, and pressed her down again…

When he carried her to the bathroom, Xiao Jiu lay limp on Liu Junyan's shoulder, glanced at the rumpled bed, and buried her flushed face in the crook of his neck.

She had thought he was just taking her to wash up—after all, it was past midnight and she wanted to sleep.

Warm water poured down, and Liu Junyan patiently rinsed her off.

Liu Junyan has always had a strong service mindset; he's very good at taking care of Xiao Jiu afterward.

But when Xiao Jiu reached for the towel on the rack, Liu Junyan pressed down her hand.

Both hands were forced to brace on the sink counter, and her waist was lifted up a bit…

Throughout, there was little talk; the man, having just returned and roused her from sleep, kept thrusting without giving Xiao Jiu a chance to catch her breath.

What Xiao Jiu didn't know was that, besides longing and the exhilaration of surviving a disaster, Liu Junyan adored her slightly tipsy, hazy gaze and her warm body temperature—everything was just right.

When Xiao Jiu was laid back on the bed, her body had gone limp as a puddle.

Her hair was blown dry, the sheets were changed to fresh ones, and she instinctively turned toward the inside of the bed and clung to the blanket.

As Liu Junyan leaned in from behind, Xiao Jiu waved him off like shooing a mosquito: "No, I'm exhausted."

The man then kissed her earlobe again, whining in her ear, "I'm not satisfied…"

Xiao Jiu heard it.

She also understood.

She smartly chose not to respond.

Feigning sleep… no need to pretend; she was genuinely exhausted and soon drifted off.

She only fell asleep at three a. m., and before six she was woken again.

Even someone like her, who usually isn't grumpy in the morning, felt a bit irritated.

Yet she couldn't bring herself to hit him, after all he'd just returned after enduring so much.

Xiao Jiu raised her hand to block Liu Junyan's chest, dodging his hot kiss, and reminded him: "It's almost dawn; Li Qingying might bring over some vegetables later."

"No, Mo Qiong knows I came back last night." Liu Junyan said in a hoarse voice, oddly sensual, "He knows his limits."

Uh...

Xiao Jun is so clever, she instantly realized that last night Li Qingying had fled to the City God Temple, probably for nothing.

After another two rounds of fussing, Liu Junyan finally had his fill, holding Xiao Jun as he fell back asleep.

By noon, Xiao Jun woke up from hunger.

Her whole body was held in Liu Junyan's embrace, tightly.

She didn't dare move, afraid of waking Liu Junyan.

In fact, even now Xiao Jun still felt unreal.

Perhaps because she was drunk, she couldn't tell whether she was dreaming or awake.

Or perhaps it was because Liu Junyan returned so suddenly that she hadn't expected it at all.

Light streamed in from the window, slanting onto the bedside; Xiao Jun's gaze traced Liu Junyan's face.

He was noticeably thinner, but perhaps because he had just shed those scales, his skin was superb—fine and exquisite, making Xiao Jun unable to resist the urge to touch it.

Awake?

Liu Junyan seemed to sense Xiao Jun's fervent gaze; without opening his eyes, he spoke lazily.

Xiao Jun hummed in response.

Then she lifted her upper body and lightly pecked Liu Junyan's face.

Only after finishing that action did Xiao Jun realize what she had just done.

It was completely involuntary.

Liu Junyan was obviously pleased; he kept his eyes closed, but the corners of his mouth rose.

Infected by his good mood, Xiao Jun lowered her head to kiss the corner of his eye and whispered, "This time you're back… are you leaving again?"