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At midnight, the room was dark and silent, and the only sound one could hear was the person in bed turning over from time to time because he was uncomfortable.

Yan Jiuting was in the library next door, his brows slightly furrowed. He flipped through the books in his hands quickly and seemed to have encountered some difficulties.

When Fu Yuan was sent back, she could no longer control her demonic body. Fortunately, no one else saw her appearance except Beitang Xian.

After many years, this is the second time Fu Yuan has grown petals, but it is completely different from the near-death state she was in back then.

This time she didn't need blood to feed her, but Yan Jiuting had no other choice.

Although he was well-informed, this was the first time he had cultivated a flower with spirits, and he had no idea what he could do to relieve the girl's pain.

Separated by a wall, Yan Jiuting's heart was gripped by the pitiful sobbing of the girl.

"Master," she called him, crying with grievance, "I feel so bad..."

Yan Jiuting frowned even more tightly, put down the book and went back to his room.

The room is dark.

The girl was usually most afraid of the dark and had to light a light to sleep in order to sleep soundly. But tonight, she was acting out of character and was afraid of the light, so there was no light in the room.

For Yan Jiuting, who has night vision, he can clearly see her on the bed even in the dark.

When Beitang Xian brought her back, she had already fallen asleep, and was quietly held in the arms of another man, like a docile and well-behaved cat.

At that moment, a strange emotion flashed through Yan Jiuting's heart.

He couldn't describe it, but what was certain was that he didn't like the scene and was very repulsed by it.

Yan Jiuting thought about it seriously afterwards. Although he had never had this feeling before, it could probably be classified as jealousy.

Everyone said that he was heartless, desireless, indifferent and casual, but only he himself knew that he had already developed feelings and possessiveness for Fu Yuan that went beyond the relationship between master and disciple.

He knew that he would not live long and that he could not accompany his little flower forever.

He thought he was prepared to watch someone else possess her, but he overestimated himself and underestimated her.

Even if he were to die tomorrow, he wanted to die in her arms.

"Master..." The girl's weak voice brought the man back to his wandering thoughts, "I'm so cold."

"Can you hug me?"

She was probably a little out of her mind. Under normal circumstances, she would never have dared to make such a bold request.

But at this moment, she opened her pair of misty and bright blue eyes, and her waist-length pink hair was pressed into a mess.

Because of the alternating hot and cold temperatures, she had taken off all her clothes as soon as she was woken up by the scalding heat. There were several red marks on her slender neck that she had accidentally scratched.

After the girl was transformed into a demon, there was no other difference except that the color of her eyes and hair changed and the small flower-shaped mark at the corner of her eye disappeared.

Her appearance is already outstanding, and at this moment she looks even more beautiful like a seductress, capable of captivating people's hearts.

She curled up in the thick quilt, revealing half of her fair and round shoulders. She looked at him pitifully and innocently. Because the man did not respond for a long time, her eyes became moist unconsciously, as if she would cry at the next moment.

The girl was naked under the quilt, but she was unaware of it and begged the man to come forward and hug her helpless self.

Her eyes were red and she said in a sad tone, "Master, am I going to die?"

She didn't know what to do to make herself feel better. She could only look at Yan Jiuting with her blue eyes that looked like they were about to rain, her little mouth pursed in grievance. She looked so pitiful, as if she wanted to cry but didn't. No one could refuse her.

Yan Jiuting sighed softly, took out another quilt from the cabinet in the corner, and then covered the girl's head with it, wrapping her tightly with only half of her head exposed.

"Is it still cold now?"

"..."

Fu Yuan was sulking for a while, thinking that she had a master who was really unromantic.

"It's still cold." The girl blinked innocently, "Master, don't you know that no matter how many quilts there are, they are not as warm as a human body?"

Both his words and his implicit meaning are to express one thing: Hurry up and hug me.

The man just looked at her helplessly, with a rather amusing expression, but he still indulged her in the end.

"Put on your clothes and I'll hold you."

"No." The demonized girl was more clingy than before, and she was also willful and unreasonable. "The clothes are too hot, I don't feel comfortable."

"Didn't you say it was cold?" Yan Jiuting wondered if she did it on purpose. "How can clothes be hot in winter?"

"It's hot. It will be hot in a moment."

The girl couldn't describe the alternating hot and cold sensations in her body. At this moment, she was still freezing cold all over and just wanted to snuggle in the man's arms.

"Am I ugly now?" In addition to being willful, she also became extremely sensitive and easily felt inferior and sad. "You don't even want to hug me."

As she finished speaking, her eyes were filled with tears and she was very sad. Her shoulders shrugged slightly and the quilt wrapped around her body loosened as well.

Perhaps the material of the quilt was too fine, and the delicate body hidden inside was too smooth, so it could not hold on at all and slowly slid down along the girl's shoulders.

When it slid below the collarbone, Yan Jiuting finally moved. He grabbed a corner of the quilt with one hand, and then hugged the person and the quilt.

"Why are you so fond of crying?" The man's gentle voice was accompanied by a hint of laughter. "Are you a flower made of water?"

It would have been fine if she hadn't said anything. Once she said it, she became even more excited. She stretched out her two bare arms, hugged the man's neck and started crying loudly, although it was just thunder without any result.

"Master," she buried her head in his neck and sobbed, as if she had suffered a great injustice, "I like you so much, can you like me too?"

The warmth of her arm was touching Yan Jiuting's neck, so he could clearly feel that her body, which was ice-cold a moment ago, suddenly became hot like a raging fire.

She was not talking nonsense. Even if she was naked, the temperature of her body could melt her.

"I don't want to die," the person who was so willful and noisy before now hung on him softly, her voice getting weaker without knowing when, "I want to be with Master forever."

She was no longer conscious, speaking incoherently, as if she was leaving her last words: "I want... Yan Jiuting to love me."

"Even just for one day." At the end, the voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, "Even just for a moment."

Xiaohua, the girl he raised with great care and concern, had actually become so humble for him.

If she was so heartbroken because of someone else, even if he had to use every possible means, he would make that person fall in love with her and never leave her.

But that person was himself.

So in his final moments, he was willing to devote everything he had to her devoutly and unreservedly.

"Huahua," he whispered in the girl's ear in an almost bewitching tone, "Do you want me?"

The girl looked at him blankly and nodded subconsciously.

Then, her hand was led to the man's waist, and a gentle voice was like an instruction, persuading him: "Help me untie it, and then--"

"kiss Me."