Journey to the End of the Night-Chapter 1389 - 884: Two Strikes of Scarlet Robes

Baili An was questioned awkwardly to the extreme. However, this was a question she couldn’t easily evade or conceal, so she had to grit her teeth and explain the mess with the Demon Lord, Arao.

Yin Baishuang had initially been angry upon seeing the mark but only understood the pain her dear An had suffered in the Demon World after hearing his detailed account.

In anger, she exclaimed: "An honorable Demon Lord, yet with such a sadistic hobby! This occupation of being the Demon Lord’s Royal Consort is truly a miserable one."

Seeing her cautious expression, Baili An chuckled and said: "It’s no longer painful."

Yin Baishuang silently withdrew her hand, stood up, and squatted in front of Baili An.

The flames in the sky seemed to scatter into the wind, landing softly in her eyes, the gentle glow indescribably tender and delicate: "I can’t bear for you to be in pain."

Her gaze was soft and steadfast, carrying all her love and longing.

If possible, she would return all beauty to the mountains and rivers, the gentle rain to their first encounter, wishing only that her young man, whom she seeks...

Could endure through immense loneliness, tread upon worldly sorrows, contain the universe within, and return with his heart unscathed.

This was not something earth-shattering or touching to say, but under such a bright, burning gaze, Baili An’s heart seemed like it had been struck by a stone, creating ripples upon ripples. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Xiao Shuang..."

Wildfire consuming the wilderness, streams and rivers cool and serene.

The woman in red, no longer in desolation, gently leaned down, her damp hair entangling his cold body.

She bowed her head, tenderly embracing the sword wound on his chest.

Her lips scorching, her gaze carrying a trace of sadness, yet when she raised her head to look at him, all the traces in her heart were concealed.

She was like a crimson carp, her youthful and perfectly graceful body pressed gently against Baili An’s chest, her soft black hair spreading like lotus upon the water, her gentle warmth cascading like a mist in the forest.

Baili An’s eyelid twitched as he swiftly and steadily pinched her cheek, his gaze filled with helplessness towards her.

She was the Young Palace Master of Cangwu Palace, a favored daughter of heaven, the cherished jewel in Yin Dufeng’s palm.

If it weren’t for those past incidents, she should have been born and raised in a pristine world adorned with beautiful jade.

In Baili An’s heart, such a woman should reside in a world of red walls and green tiles, indulging in luxury, adorned with fine clothes and delicious food.

In his heart, Yin Baishuang was the pure white moonlight from his youth, she should savor the delicacies of the world, delicate teas, and not lower herself before him.

Yin Baishuang’s cheek was pinched, her once slender face now adorably plump, she looked up and said: "I remember in Chao Mu Hall, that Enchanting Demon named Ning Feiyan was truly remarkable."

Baili An gaped, his expression as if struck by lightning, his handsome face flustered as he stammered out: "You, you... as the Young Palace Master of Cangwu Palace, actually peeking!?"

After all, she was still a young lady!

Yin Baishuang smiled, and whether her eyes contained hidden intentions was unknown:

"I didn’t find it especially fascinating. That usually ruthless Enchanting Demon seems strangely fond of you, as if wanting to devour you entirely without leaving a bone."

Baili An was dumbfounded, struggling to respond, but ultimately defeated by her inquisitive gaze, he whispered with flushed cheeks: "The Enchanting Demon race tends to be like this, relying on extraction as sustenance, quite different from humans, you..."

Halfway through, Baili An suddenly noticed the playful look in Yin Baishuang’s eyes, instantly understanding, embarrassed and angry: "You... you are teasing me?"

Yin Baishuang propped herself up, her voice low, tinged with an enticing tremor as she said: "How could that be, I simply want to bully you."

Unreasonable yet bold.

Baili An was taken by her dominant and direct kiss, his breath instantly seized, his body weakened by the forceful, unreasonable kiss.

When he finally reacted, he found himself already collapsed weakly beside the stream, half his face submerged in the cool water, his eyes tinged with red.

He could feel that Yin Baishuang’s emotions at this moment were not quite right.

The wildfire from the earth veins was omnipresent, though she wasn’t harmed by the fire poison, being here would invariably influence her.

Unable to refuse, Baili An simply nodded with closed eyes, a raspy hum escaping his throat.

The emotional young noble, disheveled attire, exuding elegance and passion.

The yearning between men and women, the profound desire of human beings.

Yin Baishuang adored the person before her, unable to exempt himself from passion.

Her breaths became slightly hurried, her heart ablaze with a touch of wildfire, she lifted a strand of hair by her cheek, tucking it behind her ear, clinging on like a lovesick water snake.

Lips chased, breaths intertwined, at this moment, the two seemed to merge into one.

After a long while, Baili An was the one to end the kiss, and as they separated, Yin Baishuang squinted her enchanting almond eyes, her gaze foggy, her lips swollen from kissing, persisted, trying to snuggle closer.

Baili An’s lips had been bitten by her, burning painfully. Supporting her body with his hands, he kept her from sinking limply into the water.

His gaze fiery, he stared at Yin Baishuang and laughed, "I never knew, that your temperament is this wild?"

"Are you not aware, there is a saying in the pugilist world, ’Of the Nine Provinces, one in red is mad, one in white is infatuated, thus there are no old friends,’ referring to Su Jing and me?"