Ghost Exorciser: Is Loved By All-Chapter 783 - 784: End of Sheng and Yu -1

Was he truly so bad in his past life?

He wishes to go back to his past life and ask why he had treated Sheng Yin that way.

Yu Shuchang gritted his teeth. Suddenly, he thought of something and asked with a heavy breath,

"Then what about you? How did you die? And how did I react at that time?"

At those words, Sheng Yin stiffened. She looked at Yu Shuchang with a complex gaze,

"One of the mysteries from my past life is...though you loved Susan...you saved me instead of her and died while protecting me..."

This is one of the reasons why Sheng Yin wanted Yu Shuchang to end up with Susan.

That was what she owed to her.

Yu Shuchang was silent.

His mind was reeling with possibilities. If what Sheng Yin was saying was true...then there were only two possibilities.

The first possibility was that he was a scumbag, who loved Susan but craved Sheng Yin too, but he knew himself better than anyone, so it was the least feasible one...

The second one would be that everything was a misunderstanding...and maybe that b*tch Susan was behind it.

Yu Shuchang was saying so because he had experienced Susan’s scheming first hand, but then the question was...why did he act sweet with Susan?

"Yin...if I truly loved Susan, why would I rush to protect you?"

Sheng Yin explained as if it were obvious,

"You thought of me as a sibling, so of course you would save me."

"But if I loved Susan more, why did I save you and not her?" Yu Shuchang asked softly.

Sheng Yin froze.

She remembered how Yu Shuchang of her previous life knew he would die saving and could have saved Susan without getting harmed even a bit, but he died saving her.

Can this still be called sibling love?

"Maybe...Yin...whatever you saw...was a misunderstanding all along." Yu Shuchang continued in a soft voice.

"But how..." Sheng Yin muttered; however, the seed of doubts started to sprout in her heart.

Yu Shuchang hugged Sheng Yin softly and said,

"In fact, there are many inconsistencies in your story. For example, why didn’t I tell you that Susan and I were dating?

And if I considered you as my sibling, then I would have never flirted with you, even in an ambiguous manner.

Yin...I think Susan was the one who created the misunderstanding between us."

Sheng Yin fell silent. She wanted to refute, but when she remembered how Susan had almost framed her last night, she fell silent.

"Anyways, Yin, I can’t say anything with guarantee about the previous life. But in this life, I loved you and only you...all along." Yu Shuchang said seriously.

Sheng Yin bit her lips before turning her head away,

"Let’s talk in the bedroom."

"Alright." Yu Shuchang didn’t think much of the statement and followed her to the bedroom.

The door clicked shut behind them, sealing the newlyweds into the dimly lit sanctuary of Yu Shuchang’s room.

Sheng Yin leaned against the wall, her arms crossed, a sly smile playing on her lips. Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she watched him.

"Well, husband," she began, her voice low and teasing, "do you remember last night? The way you made me wait... and wait? Three hours, wasn’t it?"

Yu Shuchang’s breath hitched.

He completely forgot about the upcoming punishment.

He could already feel the heat rising in his cheeks, the anticipation coiling in his stomach.

"Yin," he said, his voice strained, "are you serious?"

She stepped closer, her fingers grazing his chest lightly, tracing patterns that made his skin prickle.

"Oh, I’m very serious. Turnabout is fair play, isn’t it?"

Yu Shuchang swallowed hard, his mind already racing ahead.

He knew what was coming, and the thought alone was enough to make his body respond.

He could feel the tightness in his pants, the ache beginning to build.

"She’s going to destroy me," he thought, both dreading and craving it.

Sheng Yin’s hands moved lower, tugging at his belt with deliberate slowness. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with intent.

"Let’s see what we’re working with, shall we?"

When his pants fell to the floor, her breath caught.

"How am I ever going to get used to that?" she wondered, a flicker of uncertainty mingling with her determination.

Yu Shuchang noticed her hesitation and smirked, though his voice was still thick with desire.

"Having second thoughts, wife?"

She shook her head quickly, her fingers wrapping around him firmly.

"Not at all. Just... marveling at the challenge." Her touch was tentative at first, exploring, learning the contours of him.

But as she felt him twitch in her hand, her confidence grew.

She began to stroke him slowly, her thumb brushing over the sensitive tip, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him.

"Yin..." he groaned, his hands gripping her shoulders for support. "You’re already killing me."

"Good," she murmured, her lips brushing against his ear. "That’s the point."

She continued her ministrations, alternating between slow, deliberate strokes and teasing touches that left him trembling.

She would bring him to the edge, then back off, watching with delight as he clenched his jaw, his body straining for release.

Every time he thought she might let him go, she stopped, her hand stilling, her lips curling into a wicked smile.

"You’re a cruel woman," he gasped, his hips thrusting involuntarily into her hand.

"And you’re a very patient man," she replied, her voice dripping with mock praise. "But we’re just getting started."

Hours passed in a haze of pleasure and torment.

Yu Shuchang’s body was taut with tension, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He’d never been so aroused, so desperate.

And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to stop her.

There was something intoxicating about the way she controlled him, the way she toyed with him so effortlessly.

Finally, when he was on the verge of breaking, Sheng Yin released him.

She stepped back, her hands resting on her hips, a satisfied smile on her face.

"There. Now we’re even."

Yu Shuchang sagged against the wall, his chest heaving.

"You seem to be holding up rather well." Her gaze dropped to his swollen, aching length, and she couldn’t resist.

"Though your balls do look a bit... purple. Are you sure you’re okay?"

His eyes widened, a mix of shock and arousal flashing across his face. "Yin, I warn you—"

"What? I’m just concerned," she said innocently, though the smirk on her lips betrayed her.

She stepped closer again, her fingers brushing against him lightly.

"It’s my duty as your wife to make sure you’re—"

Her words were cut off as he grabbed her wrist, pulling her against him.

His lips crashed onto hers in a searing kiss, his desperation spilling over.

Sheng Yin gasped, but she didn’t resist.

Instead, she melted into him, her hands tangling in his hair as she kissed him back with equal fervor.

When he finally pulled away, his eyes were blazing.

"You’re going to be the death of me," he muttered, his voice rough with need.

"Then I’ll die happy," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin.

He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed and laying her down gently.

His hands were trembling as he undressed her, his gaze drinking in every inch of her.

When they were both bare, he paused, his eyes meeting hers. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice soft but intense.

She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. "I’m sure."

He entered her slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. Sheng Yin’s breath hitched, a wave of discomfort washing over her as her body adjusted to him.

But Yu Shuchang was patient, his movements gentle and deliberate.

He kissed her tenderly, murmuring words of reassurance against her lips.

Soon, the discomfort faded, replaced by a warmth that spread through her entire body. She arched into him, her hands gripping his back as pleasure began to build.

Her moans filled the room, soft and breathless, and Yu Shuchang smiled, his heart swelling with love for her.

He moved with a rhythm that was both slow and deep, savoring every moment of their connection. His hands caressed her skin, his lips trailing kisses along her neck, her shoulders, her collarbone.

He whispered her name like a prayer, his voice thick with emotion.

Sheng Yin felt herself unraveling, her body trembling with waves of pleasure that grew stronger with each thrust.

She clung to him, her nails digging into his back, her breath coming in gasps. "Shuchang..." she moaned, her voice breaking.

He held her close, his movements becoming more urgent as he felt her nearing the edge.

"Let go, Yin," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "I’ve got you."

And she did. Her body convulsed with pleasure, her cries echoing in the room as she came undone.

Yu Shuchang followed her moments later, his release intense and all-consuming. He collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms and holding her tightly.

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