My wife kills me because she has me in her heart!

Chapter 11 Sleeping together
  Halfway through the road, Yan Conling suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten something.

The noodle stall has been closed down and the old man has left, but he still kindly left a small stool behind.

The night is starless and the moon is bright.

From her angle, she could see the frost-colored hairband falling on the young man's shoulders and back, fluttering in the wind in the alley, and the moon-white clothes stained with dew.

It reminds me of a pitiful canine leaning on the door and waiting.

His expression didn't look good.

Yan Conling hesitated for a moment before walking over.

He grabbed the corner of his sleeve and coaxed softly, "I'm late, don't be angry."

"I'm late?"

Yan Conngling never even blinked when telling lies.

If it were other people, I'm afraid they would believe it. But Lou Qixue had lived with her for hundreds of years in her previous life, and she still didn't know her character.

You can tell without looking that this is another lie to him!

"I thought you didn't even remember that there is another me here."

"It took me a while to talk to the Seventh Prince."

Yan Conling cleverly avoided this question and chose to explain from the side, "The demon catcher is busy. You don't know if you haven't been one, so don't think too much..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Lou Qixue suddenly pointed at the corner of her clothes and glared.

"what is that?"

"Oh, you said this, it's just stained with a little blood."

Yan Conling wiped it nonchalantly. But when the blood stains dries, how can it be wiped off?

She stopped her hand and turned to hold his arm affectionately.

"Don't worry about it. If you have time later, I will take you back to our Yunshan Mountain to meet your master and uncle."

She and her senior brothers couldn't see his behavior... They could only let Master and the others see it for themselves.

But Lou Qixue refused her picture cake and still persisted in holding on to the last question.

"Is that Ning Fengli's blood?"

"Alas, the prince is not in good health."

Yan Conling answered the words very naturally, then looked up at him as if thinking of something, "By the way, where is my bowl of noodles?"

"..."

To hit a snake seven inches, to fight a fox you need noodles.

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  The head of the Demon Suppression Department cannot accommodate people.

Therefore, the residences of her and her senior brothers were scattered in the southeast, northwest and northwest.

And in order to make things convenient and not disturb the people, we try to choose remote places.

"Here we are, right here."

Yan Conngling pointed not far away.

A simple bamboo fence encloses a yard, with unknown weeds climbing on it.

A well was dug on the left side of the yard, and several vegetable plots were opened next to it, but they were all empty, and it seemed that there was no time to clean them up.

I don't know where she came from in the place on the right, but she moved an osmanthus tree.

It’s not yet the flowering season, but the past is full of lush green.

Birds have made their nests in it, and the sound of flapping wings can be heard.

"There is a bamboo forest behind the yard. There is a clean stream not far to the left in front, and you can see mountains further to the left."

Yan Conngling blew away the cobwebs and dust on the lock, opened the door and said, "The accommodation is simple, so you can make do with it."

A great demon like him has a status in the middle of the demon clan that is roughly equivalent to the royal family of the human race. She has her subordinates following her wherever she goes, and following her now is indeed a sign of lowering one's status.

"If you really can't get used to it, I'll ask Master to buy you a place to live in Yunshan later."

"no need."

This is the place where he stayed for hundreds of years in his previous life. How could he not get used to living there?
  Yan Conngling's time with him was not as long as this courtyard. Thinking of this, the fire that had been suppressed in my heart started to surge again, but the next moment it was extinguished by the dust covering my head and face.

"Cough, cough...how long has it been since you cleaned up?"

Seeing that he had tilted his chin up just now and was now choking and coughing, Yan Conling quickly patted him on the back and said, "I'm sorry, it seems like I haven't been back for almost two years... but you're fine. Keep your face up." What are you doing so high? It’s better now and you’re choked with ashes.”

Lou Qixue choked again at these words.

Immediately his voice became louder, "It's only been two years since you officially started training!"

"correct."

Yan Conling helped him into the house, "I built this bamboo house on the first day I went down the mountain, and I haven't been back since."

Lou Qixue:......

No wonder he was just like the resentful woman in his previous life, waiting at home every day until his neck grew long.

I bet she doesn't live at home at all.

But thinking about it on the other hand, at least it won’t happen again that it takes two years to come back...

Yan Conling saw that his expression was cloudy for a while, then clear for a while.

At first, I was a little wary, fearing that the big demon would have an unstable temperament and turn around and swallow him whole.

Now that I know the other person's temperament, I don't mind it and let him go.

"You go in and rest first while I clean up."

When she was in a good mood, Lou Qixue even spoke in a softer voice.

But Yan Conling couldn't keep up with the rhythm at the first time, "What's wrong with your throat? Is it choking on ashes?"

After saying that, she realized something was wrong and quickly added, "You must be tired from the rush today, so let's clean up together."

High-intensity work is indeed not good, as it can easily cause you to feel trance-like and talk bald.

It's a pity that the cautious fox doesn't like her.

"Who wants to clean up with you?"

In the end, it can only be her on the inside and the fox on the outside.

I don’t know if it’s because he has a few tails that can be used as dusters, but he cleans up quickly and well, and the house quickly looks brand new.

Yan Congling had not yet fallen asleep, and could feel the quilt beside her sinking slightly, a body with warmth.

She moved her fingers and didn't say anything. She just moved in to make some room for the other party.

With her movement, Lou Qixue woke up from a dream, and he subconsciously climbed onto her bed.

Habits are terrible things that are deeply ingrained.

Yan Conling is like a wisp of wind that cannot be grasped, even if it is close at hand, it is still covered in fog.

He couldn't really get close to her, and the safest place in the past was when he was sharing the same bed like this. The tent is like a quiet world that belongs to the two of them alone...

However, she did not refuse or show rejection.

Lou Qixue's heart jumped again.

He clearly remembered that in his previous life, he only truly slept with her after getting married. Before that, let alone the bed, even Yan Conling's room would not take the initiative to enter without shouting.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but move inside again.

Change from lying flat to sideways.

The girl sleeps in a very regular posture, with her hands folded on her lower abdomen, and her small fan-like eyelashes tremble slightly with her breathing.

When she closed her eyes and was quiet, her face was white, beautiful, and even more docile and soft. I can't see the ruthlessness of Bai Ri's killing, nor can I imagine how cruel and hard-hearted...

Lou Qixue closed her eyes hard.

It was dark and quiet inside the tent, but he was cocooned with emotion.

The fragments of the past floated, and the turbulent love and hate intertwined into a web, tightly entangling him...

The fingertips trembled, and after a while, with a cautious attitude that seemed to break some fragile and precious porcelain, he stretched out his hand tentatively towards the girl's fair neck...

(End of this chapter)