My Demon Queen

Chapter 220: Yours

Ye An and Mo Qingcheng were both frozen in place for a moment as if they were under a spell.

Mo Qingcheng's daze was caused by the sudden voice. The voice was really strange, as if it was a charming sound coming from another world.

As for Ye An, he felt unwell and muttered to himself: "It's not even night yet, there's no need to be so anxious. Besides, the soundproofing of this inn is too poor."

Ye An slowly turned his head and his eyes fell on Mo Qingcheng, only to see that she was tilting her ears curiously, like a vigilant deer listening to a strange sound.

Her face was full of confusion, and her brows were slightly furrowed as if she was trying to figure out the source of the sound.

As the sound from next door became more and more intense, it seemed like magic, constantly hitting Ye An's eardrums.

Ye An couldn't help swallowing, and his face became unnatural, as if he had been roasted by fire.

He desperately wanted to open the window and get some fresh air, as if only the fresh air outside the window could quench the inexplicable heat in his heart.

However, Mo Qingcheng keenly noticed the unnatural look on Ye An's face.

She walked lightly and slowly came to Ye An's side. Her beautiful eyes were like bright stars, staring at Ye An closely and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Ye An looked at Mo Qingcheng who was beside him, but he could hear the melodious and rising moans from next door. The sound was like a spell, making him involuntarily stare at Mo Qingcheng.

Although her appearance was changed by the formation, Ye An's mind unconsciously recalled Mo Qingcheng's original face. That delicate face was as smooth and delicate as mutton-fat jade, as if it was the most perfect masterpiece of heaven.

The red eyes are like burning flames, full of mystery and charm.

The thin lips, without any rouge, slightly opened, seemed to be telling of endless temptation.

And at this moment, the slender, white neck was like an elegant swan's neck. The perfect body proportions were unconsciously magnified in Ye An's eyes. Every curve seemed to be a work of art carefully carved by an artist.

Mo Qingcheng looked at Ye An who was staring at her. There seemed to be fire burning in his eyes, and the flame was hot and intense.

She could feel Ye An's breathing becoming heavier and heavier, and the sound of his breathing was like the muffled thunder before a storm.

Mo Qingcheng frowned slightly, a trace of worry rising in her heart. She thought something was wrong with Ye An's body, so she stretched out her fair jade hand and gently touched Ye An's forehead.

But this seemingly gentle action was like a spark falling into a haystack, completely igniting the fire in Ye An's heart.

At that moment, Ye An's rationality seemed to be swept away by a strong wind, and he immediately hugged Mo Qingcheng.

Mo Qingcheng's eyes were full of surprise. Under Mo Qingcheng's surprised gaze, Ye An's lips covered her lips like a hurricane, and it was a kiss as violent as a storm.

Mo Qingcheng widened her eyes and looked at Ye An in disbelief. She pushed and hit Ye An hard with her hands, as if she was resisting a sudden storm.

But Ye An remained unmoved. His strength was like a surging wave, knocking Mo Qingcheng down onto the bed.

But it was this pounce that made the sound from next door reach their ears more clearly.

The voice seemed like the devil's temptation, making people feel excited.

Mo Qingcheng also thought of something instantly, and there was a look of fear on her face, like a frightened little rabbit.

Her eyes were filled with disbelief, as if she had seen the most bizarre thing in the world.

Ye An also completely lost his self-control towards Mo Qingcheng during this period of time. Every time they kissed, Ye An wanted to go a step further, but Mo Qingcheng would interrupt him. This time it really was the right time, the right place, and the right people.

As Ye An kissed Mo Qingcheng, he took out a paper fan and waved it, and the entire room was shrouded in a formation.

The formation was like a transparent cover, isolating them from the outside world.

No sound can be heard from inside, and of course no one can come in.

Mo Qingcheng looked at Ye An's actions and felt a little flustered. She refused even harder, but Ye An seemed to have lost his mind now. He kissed her harder and more selflessly.

In such an ecstatic kiss, Mo Qingcheng seemed to be touched, and that touch was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

Her strength to resist became weaker and weaker, and gradually, Mo Qingcheng began to respond.

……

"Get out...get out of here."

With a roar, Ye An was kicked off the bed by Mo Qingcheng.

Ye An smiled foolishly, and that smile was full of pride and satisfaction.

He looked at Mo Qingcheng, who was wrapped in a quilt on the bed, his eyes full of heat, as hot as burning charcoal.

At this moment, Mo Qingcheng's pretty face was so red that blood seemed to be dripping out, and that red color was like the most beautiful sunset in the sky.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with fatigue and anger. Her pair of white arms were now exposed, clutching the quilt tightly, as if the quilt was her last line of defense.

"My lady, please don't. It's a beautiful day now. We should go to bed."

Ye An crawled to the bed with a lustful look on his face, gently pulling the quilt and said.

"Are you going to bed? What else do you want..."

Mo Qingcheng bit her lower lip and said angrily to Ye An with a red face.

Ye An scratched his head awkwardly, not knowing what to say, because after the first time, he wanted a second time. Mo Qingcheng was really too tempting.

She is like a ripe fruit, exuding an enticing aroma that makes people want to taste it.

"When I regain my spiritual power, I will definitely kill you."

Mo Qingcheng blushed and grabbed the quilt and said viciously.

Ye An smiled and didn't care at all, because he could feel that Mo Qingcheng was speaking in anger.

"As long as my wife is willing to let go, I am willing to be your ghost under the peony flower."

Ye An shook his head, half leaning on the edge of the bed, and said with a smile on his face.

Mo Qingcheng looked at Ye An and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Death under the peonies, even being a ghost is romantic."

Ye An's voice echoed in the room like a melodious piece of music.

Mo Qingcheng obviously understood, and her rosy cheeks turned even redder, as if covered by a fire cloud.

She spat at Ye An and turned her head away without looking at him.

Ye An looked at the shy Mo Qingcheng and found that this demon queen could also be as shy as a little girl.

Looking at Mo Qingcheng's messy hair, the kiss marks on her neck, and the grip marks on her wrists.

Ye An also shook his head embarrassedly, knowing that he had gone too far.

Ye An sat on the bed and planned to help Mo Qingcheng tidy up her hair.

But as soon as her hands touched, Mo Qingcheng almost reflexively grabbed the quilt and shrank towards the bed.

Ye An stood there in a daze, looking at Mo Qingcheng with a guilty look on his face.

"Madam, I was wrong."

Ye An's voice was full of guilt and apology, as if a child who had done something wrong was asking for forgiveness.

Mo Qingcheng felt better for a moment when she heard Ye An apologizing to her, but when she remembered that she was forced by Ye An, she immediately became angry again and refused to look at Ye An in anger.

Ye An was also afraid that Mo Qingcheng would really be angry. In addition, he had read a plot in a novel where a woman either died for her chastity or it didn't matter. However, Mo Qingcheng's behavior made him a little at a loss.

Then Ye An slowly crawled to Mo Qingcheng and gently held her in his arms.

His movements were gentle and slow, as if he was protecting a precious treasure.

A hand gently combed Mo Qingcheng's hair.

Mo Qingcheng struggled at first, but when she realized that Ye An did not make any other moves, her tense body slowly relaxed.

Ye An looked at Mo Qingcheng who was gradually calming down, smiled slightly, used his body as a pillow, and hugged Mo Qingcheng.

Mo Qingcheng felt the temperature coming from Ye An's body. That temperature was like warm sunshine, making her feel her body temperature rising again.

A sweetness welled up in her heart, and that sweetness was like honey, making her intoxicated.

"Madam, do you regret it?"

Ye An rested his head on Mo Qingcheng's head, staring blankly at the simple room and asked.

Mo Qingcheng didn't understand what Ye An meant, and asked in confusion: "What are you regretting?"

But as soon as she asked, Mo Qingcheng looked at the two of them and knew what Ye An meant. The blush that had just disappeared rose again, and then she poked Ye An with her arm and replied.

"Is regret useful? Since I am yours now, do I really have to kill you?"

There was a hint of helplessness and shyness in Mo Qingcheng's voice.

Ye An felt Mo Qingcheng's angry blow, and then listened to Mo Qingcheng openly admit that she was his. The pride on his face became more obvious, and his heart was filled with joy, as if he owned the whole world.

"I like you, Mo Qingcheng."

This belated confession was finally said at this moment.

After hearing this, Mo Qingcheng's body stiffened. Then she turned her head and looked at Ye An's sincere eyes. There was no emotion mixed in. He was just looking at her seriously, and his eyes seemed to contain the whole world.

Mo Qingcheng did not reply. For her, who had no idea how to deal with love between men and women, she did not know how to respond to this sincere confession.

Mo Qingcheng looked at Ye An for a long time. Although she didn't know how to respond, she still knew that Ye An liked her. She then raised her head and kissed Ye An on his lips, but left quickly.

"Get some rest."

After saying that, Mo Qingcheng quickly left Ye An's arms and lay down on the messy bed.

Ye An had just come back to his senses from Mo Qingcheng's sudden kiss when he saw Mo Qingcheng lying on the side, wrapped tightly in her clothes.

For a moment, the corners of his mouth rose, and he slowly lay down behind Mo Qingcheng, hugging Mo Qingcheng in his arms through the quilt.

Nothing happened that night until the next morning.

The sunlight shines into the room through the window, as if covering the entire room with a layer of golden gauze.

"Madam, I just inquired about it. To enter the Wulin City of the Wulin Holy Land, you need to fight all the way there."

As Ye An spoke, he placed the food he bought from the market on the table.

At this moment, Mo Qingcheng let her long hair fall over her shoulders, and the formation on her face disappeared, revealing her stunningly beautiful appearance.

Her long hair, like a waterfall, fell casually on her shoulders, exuding a charming luster.

She sat gracefully at the table, watching Ye An set the table for food and listening to the news Ye An brought.

However, after the first time yesterday, Mo Qingcheng no longer had that immature look in her body. Instead, she had a little more charm. That charm was like a fine aged wine that made people intoxicated. However, her indifferent personality had not changed at all.

"What do you think?"

Mo Qingcheng picked up a piece of cake and took a light bite. Her movements were graceful and calm, as if she was tasting the most delicious delicacy in the world.

"What else can I do? I originally wanted to pay for the ticket, or spend some money to watch from the side... Who knew they would make such a rule..."

Ye An said silently while eating, his face full of helplessness.

Mo Qingcheng looked at Ye An, who seemed to be giving up and didn't want to take action, and smiled faintly. She knew in her heart that Ye An did this for her sake, so she looked at the dissatisfied Ye An with a doting look.

"Since this is a gathering of heroes, wouldn't it be a pity for the demon clan to be without me?"