Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

A thunderclap struck!

Shen Juan stiffly turned her neck to look at the sincere-looking young man, her expression clearly filled with doubt.

What? Last night?

What did we do last night?

Gu Yao smiled calmly, the vibration of his chest indicating his joy. He ran his fingertips across the boy's neck and breathed softly into his ear, "It was all for you. I stayed at the stove all night."

For a fleeting moment, the expressions of everyone present became subtly different.

Stove.

They're really good at it.

Shen Juan gritted her teeth, wanting to argue something, but not knowing how.

They did indeed spend the night by the stove.

These past two days, this person has been acting like he's sick, constantly being given spiritual flower and herb soup.

The boy, who was so angry he looked like a pufferfish, had his chest heaving violently.

He was clearly very angry.

Gu Yao wanted to tease him a little more, but the drug's effects, no longer suppressed, rushed to his head.

Before Long Yu could say anything more, Gu Yao's voice turned cold, "Since I'm here for this banquet, I'll take my leave now."

Before he could finish speaking, Gu Yao reached out and pinched the fox's side. "Fox, let's go back, okay?"

Shen Juan pursed her lips.

The body beneath his palm grew increasingly hot.

He glanced at Gu Yao, wanting to ask if he could walk by himself, but Gu Yao had already closed his eyes, his crimson lips tightly pressed together, as if he were suffering immense pain.

He looks extremely uncomfortable.

My heart suddenly felt like it had been pricked by a needle.

There is some slight pain.

He nodded, no longer hesitating, pulled the person closer to his chest, and strode out.

Long Yu gritted his teeth, watching the two figures embrace and leave. Unwilling to let the duck that was almost in his mouth fly away, he reached out to grab them.

A cold, murderous gaze fell upon him, causing him to freeze in place. A chilling aura enveloped his neck, and he could clearly feel another sharp, cold blade poised to strike his side, just inches away from piercing his flesh.

The dragon's solid scales seemed like fragile tofu to him, easily crushed.

Nestled in Chen Juan's arms, Gu Yao laughed smugly, his snow-white eyes deep and dark, but his words were full of malicious warning.

"Idiot, don't ruin my plans!"

In an instant, the gaze vanished, and the chilling aura receded like the tide.

The eccentric deity remained nestled in the arms of the nameless boy.

Extremely obedient.

It was as if everything that had just happened was just his illusion.

The two had already reached the entrance of the main hall.

Long Yu looked up and saw the boy's tall and elegant figure in the soft glow of the luminous pearl, his steps were exceptionally steady, and he held the boy as if he were holding a fragile glass cup.

Gu Yao's smile grew even more smug.

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The fact that Gu Yao could endure until returning to Su Chen Mountain was already the limit of his patience.

He clung to Shen Juan's neck, his consciousness already beginning to dissipate.

Shen Juan pursed her lips, suppressing the anger that Gu Yao had stirred up, and wanted to throw him onto the bed.

Gu Yao wouldn't give him that chance. He stretched out his bare foot and easily hooked the boy's calf, pulling him down so that they both fell onto the couch.

Shen Juan subconsciously propped himself up on his arms and placed them on either side of Gu Yao's head, his face serious as he carefully examined the person in front of him.

This is the only divine ruler in the Shangqing Realm.

It doesn't look like it no matter how you look at it.

The young man had snow-white hair, snow-white eyes, and snow-white skin; he was someone who could normally blend into the color of snow, but now he was flushed with the pink of peach blossoms in March.

The newly blossoming peach blossoms, tinged with a delicate pink, and the person, as cool and aloof as the moon, exudes a vibrant and burgeoning vitality.

The crisp fragrance of plum blossoms became exceptionally rich at this moment.

The falling snow did not diminish the rich fragrance of plum blossoms in the slightest.

The boy's ears turned completely red.

Gu Yao smiled calmly, his eyes misty, and pressed Shen Juan's head down even further. His bare feet hooked onto the boy's thighs, intertwining intimately.

"Fox, I'm in pain, please help me, okay?"

Cold sweat dripped down Chen Juan's forehead, veins bulging, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Gu Yao, do you know what you're doing?"

Gu Yao was taken aback, then laughed wildly, biting the boy's earlobe with his canine teeth, full of provocation, "Fox, what are you afraid of? After today, even if you don't want to, you are destined to be tied to Su Chen Mountain and the name Gu Yao."

"Everyone will know that you are the fox I, Gu Yao, raised, and that you are mine!"

His words were arrogant, and Gu Yao's eyes sparkled as he smiled maliciously.

Like a demon's whisper:

"Shen Juan, no matter how well you pretend, you can't escape. You were born a fox belonging to me, Gu Yao, and even in death I will do the same thing to drag you back!"

"Fox, you never had a choice!"

Shen Juan's eyes flickered, then returned to silence.

He raised his hand and flicked his hair, pulling his dark hair back to reveal his sharp and flamboyant face. His fox-like eyes were slightly narrowed, as if he didn't understand what Gu Yao was saying.

"Gu Yao, what are you saying? I don't understand."

The boy's face was clear, yet his expression was one of complete innocence.

Gu Yao smiled and pressed his hand on Shen Juan's shoulder.

The next second, it flipped upside down.

Her soft, white hand gripped his dark hair tightly, her snow-white eyes fierce. Gu Yao forced Shen Juan to lean back, her eyes slightly narrowed, revealing a dangerous glint in them. "Don't remember? It's alright, little fox, we'll have even better memories."

Her black hair clung to her snow-white skin, and her heartfelt cry of pain was choked in her throat.

Bloodless fingers stroked the boy's bright red, engorged lips, the contrast between red and white creating a striking scene.

Gu Yao was admiring the beautiful scenery at that moment.

If only the fox were more obedient.

Gu Yao didn't want to hear him say anything that would upset him, so he took direct action.

On Mount Suchen, everything can be used by him.

Red fragments fluttered in the air.

The coat was torn to shreds.

Seeing the fox's shameful and indignant expression, Gu Yao felt that he could tolerate it.

Her fingertips hooked the wind blade, her gaze falling on the boy's inner robe, which was dazzlingly red.

Gu Yao's lips curled into an ambiguous smile, her fingertips twirling the delicate ribbon, a hint of allure in her eyes, as she lowered her gaze.

He chuckled softly.

"Ha, fox, you're not so 'pure and detached' after all!"

Shen Juan turned his head away in shame and indignation, trying to move his legs, but Gu Yao sat on his lap, swaggering around arrogantly.

He laughed wildly, his snow-white hair spreading out, the snow covering the entire bed.

He was feeling very uncomfortable himself, yet he still went to arouse Shenqian.

He examined it closely and let out a sigh.

"Tsk, fox, don't be shy, you still have a lot to offer."

Shen Juan's face flushed red. "Gu Yao!"

The voice was shrill, with a hint of embarrassment and anger.

Gu Yao responded good-naturedly, "Yes, Madam, don't be angry. It's not good for your health if you get angry."

Shen Juan was even angrier, her ears turning completely red. "Who's your wife!"

Gu Yao tilted his head, his expression serious, his eyes bright. "Fox, it's you."

Shen Juan's lips trembled, unable to utter a single word.

He stroked his chin thoughtfully for a moment, as if suddenly realizing something, and then leaned close to the ear of the humiliated and indignant boy to continue teasing him.

"Then, I'll be your wife, okay?"

Shen Juan was taken aback, then turned her face away.

Gu Yao shook his head, got off the bed, and found a set of red clothes at the bottom of the cabinet. His eyes lit up instantly.

His limbs felt weak, but he didn't show it on his face. He slowly got up, walked to Shen Juan, and touched his white coat with his fingertips.

Snow fell all over the ground.

Adorned with red plum blossoms.

Gu Yao forced Shen Juan to watch all of this, deliberately slowing down his changing of clothes, making it unusually slow.

He was panting, as if he was exhausted to the extreme. His fingertips were trembling, and he couldn't even tie the ties of his inner robe. Gu Yao simply left it open.

White snow adorns red cherry blossoms.

It is indeed a beautiful sight.

Didn't you see the little fox's eyes are all red?

Gu Yao smiled and gracefully landed beside him. Her limp arm, like a soft snake's tail, gently wrapped around the young man who had fallen into her trap.

Like a demon that sucks away people's life essence.

"Fox, you can't escape..."

Shen Juan gritted his teeth, seemingly resigned to his fate, and wrapped his arms around the supple waist, his eyes deep and intense.

"Gu Yao, I've tried to let go. Don't regret it."

The pressure on his waist increased, and Gu Yao cried out softly in pain. He then kissed Shen Juan, his gaze intense.

"Fox, it's you who should be thinking about this problem."

"Chen Juan, I love you."

He tugged at his clothes, laughing wildly and beautifully, "Chen Juan, does this count as our wedding attire? Let's make tonight our wedding night, okay?"

Gu Yao clutched Shen Juan's hair, his eyes shimmering, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably, like a drowning person grasping at the last straw.

Shen Juan felt a sudden pang in her heart, and gently kissed away the falling tears. Their foreheads touched.

The boy's voice trembled, "Okay."

Black and white hair spread out and intertwined.

The snowstorm was so severe that the red plum blossoms fell and the ground was covered in white snow.

After the snowstorm, the flowers bloom in profusion, the greenery is lush and verdant, and the orioles sing their melodious songs.

Outside the window, the wind and snow were rustling, while inside, spring was in full bloom.