Hey! Host! I asked you to have a child, not to have a strategy.

The ambiguity flowed in the room along with the sound of lips and tongues entwining, eroding Yin Wu Yue's sanity bit by bit.

Yin Wu Yue suddenly understood why men like to be with women.

Because he also likes the feeling of kissing.

It was not until Zhu Baishao was a little out of breath that she reached out and pushed his chest, "... No... Um... No..."

Yin Wu Yue's eyes retreated away, and before leaving, he stretched out his tongue to lick her upper lip, with a hint of wanting more.

Zhu Baishao snuggled in his arms, her head almost resting on his neck. She panted and asked, "...Why?"

The slightly hot breath sprayed on the side of his face, and Yin Wu Yue surprisingly did not feel annoyed, but even enjoyed it a little.

He lifted the few strands of hair that were covering her cheeks, and the slanting sunlight from the window danced on her rosy face, leaving a breathtaking beauty.

“…There’s no reason. I just did it because I wanted to.”

What did they take her for?

Zhu Baishao pulled up the messy clothes that covered her body and stepped away from his embrace. The misty tenderness in her eyes slowly cooled down. She said, "If that's all, the kiss is over. You can leave now."

Yin Wu Yue then realized the ambiguity in his words. He pursed his lips and said, "I am only like this to you."

The thousand-year-old bachelor was speechless for a moment.

But he adjusted himself quickly, and the love words he had heard before quickly flashed through his mind.

He held Zhu Baishao's hand, his eyes gentle, "Since I have given my preference to one person, I am willing to be generous for the rest of my life."

He embraced her again: "Love is like the wind and snow, it is unpredictable, but once it moves, it becomes deep."

He kissed her forehead: "Even though there are thousands of beauties in the world, you are the only one I love."

Zhu Baishao showed her genuine surprise, as if she had turned on some extraordinary switch in the other party.

……

Ever since Yin Wu Yue discovered that Zhu Baishao had feelings for him, he became bolder in his actions and would have passionate kisses with her almost every day.

Yin Wu Yue is not Liu Xia Hui. It’s not that he didn’t think about taking it a step further, but Zhu Baishao rejected him.

At that time, their lips had just parted. Zhu Baishao's lips were slightly swollen, glistening with watery light, her brows and eyes still showed unmelted emotion, and the teardrop mole on her snow-white face was charmingly red.

However, she firmly held down Yin Wuyue's hand that was reaching into her clothes, "Not now."

Yin Wu Yue bit the tip of her nose, surprisingly patient, "Why not?"

"We are not married yet."

Speaking of this, the woman's expression became more shy and charming, with hope hidden in her eyes.

The beauty between her eyebrows and eyes makes her even more charming.

Yin Wu Yue held her in his arms and let her sit on his lap. Smelling her fragrance, he couldn't help but kiss her on the side of her cheek near her neck again.

"Are you sure you want to marry me?"

Zhu Baishao snuggled in his arms and blinked her long eyelashes in confusion, "What do you mean you're sure? Don't you want to be with me?"

"Or do you not want to marry me?"

After hearing her words, Yin Wu Yue laughed out loud, and the hesitation in his heart disappeared.

"I think so. Then you can wait for me to arrange the wedding."

Yin Wu Yue's fingers stroked Zhu Baishao's still puzzled eyebrows, and finally stopped at her teardrop mole, stroking it gently and lovingly.

"When do you want to get married?"

"I'm not in a hurry..." Zhu Baishao showed a hint of joy in her eyes, and added: "At least choose a good day."

Seeing her saying one thing and thinking another, Yin Wu Yue's mood became better again. He wanted to lower his head to touch her lips, but unexpectedly she took the initiative to offer him a kiss.

Yin Wu Yue also discovered that Zhu Baishao was no longer so cold and distant towards the person she had identified and liked.

The occasional enthusiasm made him very happy.

"Why not pick the summer solstice, which is when we first met."

Zhu Baishao pursed her lips and smiled, "I was very young at that time, and I never thought that we would have such a day and fall in love with each other..."

Yin Wu Yue's movement of rubbing her delicate cheek paused, and his heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

That’s right, the person in front of him had his memory sealed, and he only thought of himself as Zhu Baishao, who was saved by him in this life and gradually developed special feelings for him, rather than the cold and aloof swordsman with a bright and clear mind.

Even if she liked him, it was because she didn't know he was the Demon Lord. She only opened her heart a little and let him in because he had been with her and taken care of her for many years.

What would she do if she regained her memory?

I was so afraid that he would turn against me that I wanted to kill him with a sword.

Just thinking about her looking at him with cold eyes, his heart twitched inexplicably, feeling stuffy and painful.

There is something indescribably complicated.

One is a top swordsman born with sword bones, and the other is a demon lord rejected by heaven and earth. If she hadn't been pulled into the illusion for evil purposes, the two of them would hardly have had any intersection.

At this time, Yin Wu Yue had obviously forgotten about Zhao Qing.

After leaving the illusion, the two will never see each other again.

Yin Wu Yue suppressed the bitterness in his heart and transformed it into another way of thinking. Perhaps this was not a bad thing. During these days, he could use this opportunity to comprehend what love is.

She is the last step in his journey to transcend tribulation and ascend to heaven.

By then, she was still a highly regarded sword-cultivating genius, but he was no longer in this world.

Yin Wu Yue was silent for a long while and didn't say a word.

Zhu Baishao sat up from his arms in a strange way and stroked his unconsciously furrowed brows with her fingers, "Do you think this day is bad?"

Yin Wu Yue came back to his senses and grasped her slender fingers. "It's okay. Let's go with this date. I was just thinking about how to arrange it..."

Hearing this, Zhu Baishao's lips and eyebrows began to rise, and there was a fluctuating emotion in her eyes that she wanted to say but couldn't. The red mole at the corner of her eye was even more alluring, and it moved with the upward arc of the corner of her eye, which tickled people's hearts.

Yin Wu Yue's Adam's apple rolled. She was so beautiful. Even in the world of immortal cultivation with so many beauties, she was still outstanding.

Anyway, there is no point in thinking too much now, it will only add to your own troubles, so you might as well enjoy the time the two of you spend together.

At least, it left a deep impression in her memory.

He lifted her chin with one hand, stared at the charming red lips, and kissed her again.

The lips and teeth are attached, and the breath is lingering.

Zhu Baishao clenched her hand into a fist and pressed it against Yin Wu Yue's chest.

Yin Wu Yue plundered her lips and teeth wantonly while pinching her waist, easily pulling her into his arms.

Zhu Baishao's hands were also placed on his shoulders and around his neck.

In this way, the two bodies, which had been separated for a short time, were put together again.

Smelling the fragrance of Zhu Baishao, Yin Wu Yue kissed her more and more fiercely, madly capturing the sweetness.

However, in his arms was the soft body of the person he loved, and he was kissing her, which made his body hotter and hotter, and something that had been lurking quietly became alert without a sound.