Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

"Let me go, let me go."

Shu Qiu felt his scalp tingling, and he didn't know whether it was because of fear or joy that tears welled up in his eyes and were about to fall.

She really couldn't stand the teasing of love thread and kisses together, and with red eyes she pulled the increasingly dishonest love thread.

But she forgot that love can only be seen but not touched, so it is naturally impossible to grab it and throw it away.

Every time he failed, the uncomfortable yet pleasant feeling when the love thread touched him lingered on his body for a long time, and Shu Qiu couldn't help whimpering in grievance.

It was so unfair that Shu Qiu felt that her and Zhu Qi's positions were completely reversed.

When she married Zhu Qi, Shu Qiu learned erotic paintings and many technique albums and taught Zhu Qi.

Zhu Qi was so young and immature back then, and his face would easily turn red. How come he has become the host now?

Also, after Zhu Qi "passed away", when she was busy with business to relieve anxiety and fatigue, she would also read some storybooks, which contained countless erotic plots.

Shu Qiu felt that he was knowledgeable, but he never expected that after Zhu Qi became a god, he could still use his love for sex. This method was really astonishing.

She had never seen such a "living" object.

The thread of love completely obeys the wishes of its owner, wantonly provoking every inch of her skin and leaving red marks.

Then, Zhu Qi's gentle kiss covered it, which was sometimes fierce and sometimes gentle. Shu Qiu found it hard to accept.

"Okay, I won't do it anymore."

Zhu Qi was very "obedient" and took back the love that was still lingering on the soft spot.

The torture subsided and Shu Qiu felt himself relax a lot.

At this moment, she actually felt that Zhu Qi's voice was very gentle, and she took the initiative to accept Zhu Qi's kiss.

Their lips touched, and Zhu Qi's movements were gentle, as if they were still in the sweet days of their marriage. He gently held the lips and sucked and bit them.

After all the lips were sucked and glowed with a bright peony-like luster, a flash of red light flashed across Zhu Qi's eyes.

"It hurts~"

He bit her so hard that Shu Qiu couldn't help but open his mouth and cry out in pain.

Zhu Qi achieved his goal and unscrupulously took over everything she had.

The kisses like raindrops moved along the jaw, wandering behind the ears and on the neck. The hot air sprayed from the nose made everything around become scorching, so hot that people could hardly open their eyes, trapped in this torturous yet comfortable dream.

Shu Qiu was almost speechless, his eyes half-open in a daze, until he felt something strange in his body and suddenly regained his senses.

"The previous disturbance of Qingsi was originally caused by Zhu Qi, and the kiss now is also for his desire. I actually think he is gentle."

Shu Qiu opened his eyes completely, looking at Zhu Qi calmly. When his eyes were completely closed, he quietly opened his mouth and bit Zhu Qi's lips hard.

"Well……"

Zhu Qi stood up with one hand supporting himself, and touched his aching lips with the other hand, obviously surprised.

In his entire life, no one has ever been able to cause him any harm.

Even though the injury on the lip was not serious at this time, its significance was extraordinary.

He was in a daze.

Zhu Qi's memories of the mortal world and his identity as a god have not yet been completely integrated. Sometimes he can't tell whether he is the god who has been pure and aloof for thousands of years, or the little husband in the mortal world who always likes to pester Shu Qiu.

Shu Qiu didn't care what he was thinking. While he was in a daze, he reached out and picked up the clothes beside the bed to cover his chest, then carefully slipped out of bed.

"Autumn--Autumn--"

The gentle voice was as terrifying as the death of God. Shu Qiu only felt a familiar touch on his ankle.

Then, the clothes fell off, and the entangled love threads exerted force, causing Shu Qiu to roll inside for several times.

The bed was very large. After rolling inwards several times, there was a space left near the edge of the bed that was large enough for ten people to fit in.

Now, it’s not so easy to get out of bed.

She also knew it, so she stayed face down in the final position and refused to look up.

"Qiuqiu, do you...want to do this? Well, it's not impossible."

Zhu Qi chuckled twice and covered her.

The feeling of skin touching skin is very strange, like a feather, gently sweeping across the heart, bringing an irresistible tingling sensation.

"Go away, go away. I told you I'm a widow and I can't be resurrected. Don't think you can do such a thing just because you have the same face as my late husband."

Since they had broken up anyway, Shu Qiu didn't want to make a fuss and overturn his previous words.

She wanted to establish the fact that Zhu Qi's human identity was dead. From then on, this person would no longer be around, and Zhu Qi would not be able to use this identity to continue their marriage.

The two have no further connection.

Her eyes were clear and firm, so Zhu Qi could clearly see the determination in them that she didn't want to have anything to do with him.

Zhu Qi smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes. He mercilessly pried out Shu Qiu's face from the quilt.

His hand gently touched the "culprit" that had just caused him pain, his eyes became fierce, and he bit it hard.

He really showed no mercy this time, and Shu Qiu could feel the wet and sticky blood beads on his lips.

After biting her lip, Zhu Qi continued to bite his own lip, and their blood mixed together.

The strong smell of blood lingered at the tip of his nose. Shu Qiu was not used to it and wanted to push away the blood with the tip of his tongue.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Qi pressed her down and forced the blood bead into her throat.

Shu Qiu frowned. She didn't taste the unpleasant smell of blood, but she didn't have the habit of swallowing blood.

She looked at Zhu Qi, feeling extremely unhappy, and used both hands to push the man away.

Where she couldn't see, the mixed blood of the two people that was swallowed into her throat emitted a golden light, transformed into a mysterious symbol, and disappeared into her body.

Zhu Qi's brows relaxed.

In this way, she could no longer say that the two of them had nothing to do with each other.

He lowered his head and looked at the annoyance between Shu Qiu's brows. His mind moved and the thread of love reappeared, tying her hands and placing them above her head.

Zhu Qi, on the other hand, held Shu Qiu's head with his left hand and tilted it upwards, kissing, touching, and pursuing more deeply.

The heavy breathing and the low female voice intertwined together, adding a bit of liveliness to this perennially silent palace, as well as an ambiguous atmosphere that made people's ears blush and their hearts beat faster.

"Ma'am, remember what you taught me before, it's here, right?"

"..."

Shu Qiu's entire body was covered by the man's broad body, and only a pair of delicate feet could be seen.

The round, pink toes curled up like a little rabbit trying desperately to hide back in its nest.

"Is there no distinction between day and night in heaven?" Shu Qiu looked at the still bright sky outside and wondered.

How could time pass so slowly?

It was finally over, Shu Qiu was so tired that he couldn't even open his eyes, and the corners of his eyes were stained with a hint of red because he couldn't bear the excessive joy.

She wanted to close her eyes and fall asleep, but she felt herself being picked up and walked step by step into the bathtub filled with white mist.