She lowered her head, captured his lips, and kissed him heavily.
It was a passionate and aggressive kiss.
Simultaneously, her hand on Jiang Huai’s neck began to tighten slowly but firmly once more, her movements becoming increasingly bold and skillful.
Kissing, throttling, and teasing.
Whenever Jiang Huai was about to lose control due to the lack of oxygen and the stimulation, Chi Lian would slightly relax the force of her arm, allowing him to breathe, but would soon start a new round of “punishment.”
Thinking of how he had fought so hard for Chihuang on the stage today, even going so far as to use a Forbidden Technique, the twisted bitterness and insecurity in Chi Lian’s heart grew even stronger.
She watched with near-obsession as Jiang Huai struggled, looked dazed, and gradually surrendered in her arms.
It was as if his breathing, his reactions, and even his current pain and pleasure were completely under her control. This sense of absolute, intimate control made her heart surge.
I love it so much, I love seeing him like this, in my arms, belonging only to me.
“Husband Lord, relax… Yes, just like that…” In the intervals between her kisses, she breathed out muddled and enticing whispers against his lips.
Finally, after another brief period of suffocation and intense sensory impact, everything came to an end.
Chi Lian released her hand at the right moment, though she still clung to him tightly, her pretty face pressed against his cheek as she waited quietly.
It wasn’t until Jiang Huai’s violent panting gradually calmed down and his body completely relaxed, leaning softly into her warm embrace, that she finally felt completely at ease.
Jiang Huai took large gulps of the air that carried her warm fragrance.
It took quite a while before he recovered, with clear red marks still remaining on his neck.
He raised his head and looked at Chi Lian, who was close at hand.
His eyes held a bit of irritation, along with a bit of helplessness and indulgence.
Why did the Dragon Race have such peculiar manifestations during their Yuq Period? Jiang Huai knew that if he didn’t appropriately satisfy these quirks derived from her bloodline instincts, her Yuq Period restlessness would be even harder to settle.
She might even keep thinking about it, torturing herself.
That was why he indulged her. Otherwise, with Chi Lian’s true Cultivation, how could she really subdue him to such an extent?
“Let me clean up for you.” Having succeeded, Chi Lian seemed to turn back into that submissive, obedient girl with her eyes lowered.
Leaning against the head of the bed, Jiang Huai finally fully recovered.
He quietly watched her as she knelt before him, her black, smooth hair spread out, and her crimson Dragon Horns glowing with a warm luster.
Her expression was focused and submissive, a complete contrast to just a moment ago.
His heart softened slightly.
He reached out and gently stroked the top of her head, her fine, smooth hair flowing through his fingers.
“You…” He paused but asked anyway. “Are you jealous? Because of Chihuang?”
Chi Lian’s movements paused, then continued, only at a slower pace.
Her voice came muffled from below, “What do I have to be jealous of? Husband Lord has so many women. Sister Su, Sister Tang, Clan Leader White Dew… what does one more or less matter?”
“Oh?” Jiang Huai made a motion to withdraw his hand.
“Then I’ll go find Chihuang to chat in a bit. She seemed quite worried about me today.”
“Ugh!” Chi Lian suddenly bit him lightly. It wasn’t heavy, but it carried obvious insecurity.
“Why are you biting me!” Jiang Huai felt the sting and lightly patted her head in annoyance.
“You’re not allowed to go…” Chi Lian raised her head, her lips moist as she murmured, “Could you please not go find the Saintess?”
She rubbed the top of her head against Jiang Huai’s hand, which was still in her hair, signaling him to continue stroking her, as if this could put her at ease.
“Then tell the truth, are you jealous?” Jiang Huai put his hand back on her head, his fingertips sliding into her hair, gently combing it.
Chi Lian’s movements stopped completely.
She buried her face even lower, leaving only the top of her black hair and a pair of slightly twitching crimson Dragon Horns for Jiang Huai to see.
She remained silent, choosing silence as her response once again. This seemed to be her consistent strategy.
When faced with a question she was unwilling or unable to answer, she chose silence and used actions to make up for it.
Jiang Huai sighed and withdrew his hand, his tone becoming a bit more serious.
“If you’re unwilling to tell me the truth, unwilling to open your heart to me, then I might not indulge you like this in the future. What I want is a partner who can be honest with me.”
Panic welled up in Chi Lian’s heart.
She actually knew that Jiang Huai allowed her to do those things, and even cooperated with her, enduring that brief suffocation and punishment, purely out of his love and indulgence for her.
With his true strength and personality, if he weren’t willing, she wouldn’t even be able to touch him.
Furthermore, even if Jiang Huai grew tired of her right now and kicked her away, she would have no choice but to endure it silently.
She had no backing to rely on. Everything she possessed was given by him.
The long-standing insecurity and inferiority surged up like a tide.
She suddenly raised her head, grabbed Jiang Huai’s withdrawn hand, and kissed the back of it repeatedly with almost religious devotion.
Tears immediately welled up, swirling in her eyes.
“No, don’t kick me away, don’t abandon me, don’t treat me like this.” Her voice was choked with sobs and pleading.
Her charming eyes gazed at Jiang Huai, watery and desperate.
The Dragon Tail behind her also drooped limply, like a puppy’s. “I’ll do anything for Husband Lord. Please, don’t cast me aside.”
Jiang Huai was stunned.
Seeing her panicked and frantic look, as if she were about to be abandoned, his feigned seriousness vanished instantly.
He quickly used his other hand to stroke her warm Dragon Horn, his voice becoming extremely soft as he comforted her.
“What are you saying? When did I say I didn’t want you? When did I say I would abandon you? I just hope you can be more honest with me and tell me what’s on your mind.”
Chi Lian’s tears finally rolled down.
She moved her body and hugged Jiang Huai’s waist tightly, burying her face against his chest to draw warmth and breath from him.
She sobbed softly, “I don’t know if it’s jealousy. My heart just feels very uncomfortable, as if something is clutching it. I don’t want to see you being so good to the Saintess. I don’t want you to risk your life for her. It’s not that I’m not grateful to the Saintess.”
“It was she who kept me by her side and gave me a place to stay. But… but as soon as I see the Saintess, I can’t help but remember that I was originally just a maidservant. Even if I’ve changed my identity now and wear fine clothes, I’m still just a maidservant in reality.”
“Husband Lord, tell me the truth.” She raised her tear-misted face, seeking confirmation.
“When you chose me in the Secret Realm back then, was it just to anger the Saintess? Did you feel that choosing a maidservant would make her more angry and embarrassed than choosing the Saintess?”
She always felt she didn’t deserve this heaven-sent luck, feeling that everything was as beautiful as a dream that could end at any moment.
If it weren’t for that accidental stroke of fate, the person standing by Jiang Huai’s side and receiving his favor should have been the radiant Chihuang.
Chi Lian felt she was too lucky—so lucky it felt unreal, so lucky she was afraid of losing it, so lucky that her feet felt like they were floating, as if she could lose this love at any time.
Looking at the deep humility and insecurity in her eyes, Jiang Huai sighed in his heart.
His hand moved even more gently as he stroked her Dragon Horn.
“No. I chose you because I felt a deeper connection with you, and you made me want to be closer to you. Whether someone is a Saintess or not isn’t important to me. If I have to choose, of course, I’ll choose the one I like. I like you.”
“Did you really choose me because you like me?” Chi Lian’s crying stopped.
She stared at him blankly, her Dragon Tail subconsciously wagging a few times on the bedsheet, creating a messy pattern.
She followed up as if possessed, “Then… what if… what if you didn’t like me? Would you still have chosen me?”
Jiang Huai’s hand stroking her Dragon Horn paused.
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