The sickly fox demon is not easy to tease

"I'll count to three. If you don't wake up, I'll really kiss you?"

"one two three."

Su Muwei still didn't react.

Nan Xingchen took a deep breath, and after feeling his body temperature rising, she pressed her lips against his.

Trying to breathe him in with your mouth. His lips were so soft and hot, which made Nan Xingchen's heart flutter!

But he was still out of breath.

Nan Xingchen was almost in despair. She and he were under the same fate curse. As long as she was still alive, how could he die?

She sat cross-legged and immersed her spiritual consciousness into the sea of ​​consciousness. In the center of the lake in the sea of ​​consciousness, she saw the ice daffodil. Its petals were so gorgeous that they were about to burst with beauty. She summoned her spiritual power and wanted to pick it.

A voice suddenly rang out in my mind: "This is your real body. If it is damaged, you will never be able to join the Immortal Sect again."

The voice was extremely abrupt, as if another self was persuading her not to damage her real body.

A charming smile appeared on Nan Xingchen's lips.

What the hell is this immortal sect?

There was only one thought in her mind, and that was Su Muwei, he could not die.

She flew into the air and suddenly arrived in front of the ice narcissus, wanting to pick its petals. She pinched a petal with her fingertips and was about to tear it off. A piercing pain overflowed from her dantian. She knew that this was a reaction to the damage to her dantian essence.

That voice sounded in my head again: "Do you really want to move your body for a man? Is he worth it?"

Nan Xingchen gritted her teeth and said in a domineering tone: "What's worth it? If I think it's worth it, then he is worth it."

She suddenly pulled off two petals from it.

puff--

A fishy and sweet taste gushed out from the throat and sprinkled on the petals, and the touch of crimson made the petals even more gorgeous.

Nan Xingchen covered his chest in pain, feeling a sharp pain in his internal organs and even his bone marrow was spasming.

"You are such a fool. Your true body has only six petals, and you actually tore off two petals for a man. If all six petals were torn off, your soul would be destroyed and you would fall into the hell of no life."

Nan Xingchen raised his head and smiled: "Then I will fall into the hell of no life. I will do what I must do."

The voice became urgent: "You... you are such a fool."

Nan Xingchen cursed loudly: "Get lost, don't try to persuade me."

Her voice was cold, without any warmth.

"Ahhh, you will regret it." The voice sighed helplessly and completely disappeared from her mind.

Nan Xingchen came out of his sea of ​​consciousness, moved Su Muwei to the bed in the wooden house and laid him down, and gently patted the dirt off his robe. What a proud and aloof Demon Lord, he would be afraid that he would find himself in such a mess after waking up.

Su Muwei's body began to feel hot again, so hot that Nan Xingchen wanted to let go immediately and leave him alone.

But she really couldn't do it.

Nan Xingchen raised her hand and gently stroked his eyebrows. His handsome face was tense and he said nothing with pride.

A faint smile appeared on Nan Xingchen's lips. At this moment, he wished he could scold her, call her noisy, or just think she was annoying.

She just wanted him to live.

Nan Xingchen gathered spiritual power in her palm, transformed it into a sharp blade, and stabbed it fiercely towards her heart. She almost fainted from the pain.

She reluctantly took a bowl of her own blood and blended the petals into the blood.

She stopped the bleeding from her wound, bandaged it simply, then picked up the bowl of "medicine" and fed it to Su Muwei.

But she found that when she fed the medicine into his mouth, it all flowed out from the corners of his mouth.

Nan Xingchen sighed deeply, poked Su Muwei's forehead with his fingertips, and murmured, "It's not that I mean to be frivolous with you, I just want to feed you medicine."

She put the "medicine" into her mouth, leaned over and put it on Su Muwei's thin lips, and passed it into his mouth one mouthful at a time.

It took more than half an hour to feed the whole bowl of medicine, and finally it was all fed.

Watching Su Muwei's body temperature gradually return to normal.

Nan Xingchen couldn't help but laugh.

As she laughed, she suddenly thought of a very serious question, that is, if Su Muwei knew that she fed him the medicine in this way, would he be angry?

He is such a proud person and has a serious obsession with mysophobia.

Thinking of this, Nan Xingchen rubbed his head. He must not let Su Muwei know about feeding the medicine!

The next morning, the first rays of sunlight shone into the house.

Nan Xingchen seemed to be in reality or in a dream. A familiar scent lingered in her nose. Her slender waist was held down by an iron arm, and before Nan Xingchen could open her eyes.

A low, urgent voice burst out in the room: "Who are you? How dare you be so shameless as to run onto a man's bed?"

Nan Xingchen suddenly opened his eyes, and his pupils enlarged several times.

Su Muwei???

This guy was pressing on his waist, trying to push him off the bed. They were so close that he could even clearly see the pores on his face.

The close distance made his breath inadvertently spray on Nan Xingchen's ears and neck, making her cheeks numb and slightly hot.

Nan Xingchen subconsciously pushed his hand: "Su Muwei, are you awake?"

Su Muwei looked confused and asked, "Who is Su Muwei? Who are you? Why are you and I sleeping together?"

After asking a series of questions, Nan Xingchen was slightly stunned. He found that the man in front of him seemed to have lost his memory?

"Hurry up and tell me, who are you? Why are you and I sleeping together?"

Su Muwei increased the force with which he held her hand, causing Nan Xingchen's arm to hurt.

She was so embarrassed that she wanted to cast a spell and slip away quickly. She was speechless and said, "You, me, why are we sleeping together?"

A scene flashed through her mind. She had lost too much blood last night and was very tired. In order to take care of Su Muwei more conveniently, she slept next to him.

Who knew he would wake up so soon and even lose his memory?

Su Muwei frowned and asked again: "Tell me quickly, why did you sleep together?"

"Me, you, why, tell me why? Why did you sleep together..."

Nan Xingchen held his forehead and stammered for a long time until his face turned red.

She slapped her head hard, chuckled, and said softly, "Husband, you hurt me."

Su Muwei's frown instantly relaxed: "Husband? Are you my wife?"

Nan Xingchen's heart tightened, and she turned a blind eye: "Of course, since we are sleeping on the same bed, I, I am naturally your wife."

Su Muwei's eyes became gentle. He looked at the woman's smiling face and couldn't help swallowing his saliva: "Since you are my wife, I want to kiss you."

He hugged her tightly, but the difference in strength between them was too great, and Nan Xingchen couldn't push him away.

The hug was too real. Nan Xingchen's heart beat uncontrollably and even his head was shaken and at a loss.

Seeing that Su Muwei's thin lips were about to touch her, Nan Xingchen turned her head to avoid it, and two warm and wet lips fell on her cheek.

"Su Muwei, you have no shame."