NOVPUBChapter 470: Chapter 468: If It’s Not You, I Will Never Marry
Chapter 470: Chapter 468: If It’s Not You, I Will Never Marry
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In the Southern District, Sally had only been once, and that was when she was abducted by Rong Wu.
The deep black sea shimmered with a sheet of silver light, boundless and endless.
Barefoot with delicate snow-white feet, Sally walked along the beach, while Welly held an exquisite white beaded and drilled soft leather boot.
“Why don’t you go see him?” Welly knew what she was here for.
“No rush,” Sally replied with a calm and breezy air.
He was in a rush!
Qing Linghuan had been outsmarted by him, and now his son was in Qing Linghuan’s clutches; how could he not be anxious!
Sally knew that Qing Linghuan wouldn’t harm Little Fengning. There had been apprehension and enmity before, but after she got a heart transplant, she gradually accepted it.
“If you won’t go see him, I’ll go myself. If his timeline of life is cut short, I’ll come back immediately to tell you, and you can then spend money to save his life.”
“…” Sally’s mouth twitched fiercely; where would she get so many Fertility Points in such a short time?
“He’s married now.” She still remembered what Xiaomei had said, and now, more than three months had passed; maybe they already had a child.
“Married?” Welly stopped in his tracks, looking down at her.
Bending down amongst the pebbles, Sally picked up a pure white seashell, then took out a small bucket from System Space and put the seashell into it.
“Mhm, I’m collecting some for the kids to use for crafts.”
“How come I’ve never heard that the Beast Emperor of the Southern District got married.”
“You’ve been staying in the Asura Realm; how would you know what’s happening here? By your feet, there’s a large colorful seashell for me; I want to paint it for Little Fengning.”
Picking up the beaded boots in one hand, Welly bent down, picked up the seashell which was as large as a palm, interwoven with green, red, and blue on one side and snow-white and flawless on the other, and handed it to Sally. “Does Little Fengning like to paint?”
“How should I put it, right after giving birth to your son, before the heart transplant, he had to consume Talent every day.
My Fire Attribute Talent was already at Saint Rank, fairly hard to come by, so I wanted to preserve it. Then, I let your son consume a bunch of hodgepodge Talents… like the Shape Transformation Secret Technique, Strengthening Secret Technique, Poisonous Secret Technique, and the most basic ones like wood, water, earth, wind, and so on – quite a lot indeed, which the System rewarded me for.
Of course, after going to the Asura Realm, even my mother’s Fire Attribute Talent didn’t escape, and Taowu was consumed as well.”
Recalling the state Little Fengning was in back then, Sally couldn’t help but sigh and shudder with fear, “Although I’ve sealed those Talent Secret Techniques, seeing him now happy every day is pretty good.”
Welly remained silent throughout.
Sally looked up at him, his extremely beautiful facial features, his indifferent eyes edged with a hint of sharpness, like a whirlpool in the Abyss, capable of drawing one in and obliterating them…
She instinctively looked away again.
Clearing her throat, her tone remained light and carried a hint of laziness. “I’m not sure if it’s because of the Innate Secret Technique related to painting that he consumed, but your son likes to paint and has a high sensitivity to colors. If you have time, you might want to cultivate that.”
She bent down and picked up two more lovely seashells, adding them to the little bucket.
Watching her slender and frail figure seriously collecting seashells, Welly called out, “Yanyan—”
Sally turned around, a stray lock of hair sweeping across her fair and delicate face, flirtatious and radiant, with the dazzling sunshine in the background and the sea sparkling with dancing waves… It was as beautiful as a painting.
“…” Welly paused for a moment, then a beautiful colored seashell appeared in his hand, “For you.”
“You’re really lucky.” Sally ran over happily, taking the colored seashell.
“Yanyan, do I stand no chance…” Welly’s voice was low, just as a huge wave rose from the sea, drowning out the rest of his words.
Surprised, Sally looked towards the sea.
The sea surface seemed to be split in two by an invisible force, slowly opening to both sides, revealing a deep passage leading to the seabed.
Suddenly, a figure shimmering with blue and silver light shot out from within, landing on the sandy beach.
The light dispersed… it was a person.
An exceptionally tall figure, clad in a black and gold interwoven fish-patterned ceremonial robe, with a gold forehead band set with red gems, exuding an aura of luxury and nobility.
With pale blue hair just like in Sally’s memory, delicate and narrowly arched eyebrows, and icy blue pupils that carried a hint of cutting pale gold, set against a face of top-class aesthetic perfection — one look could lead to utter downfall.
The slightly open collar revealed a bit of collarbone, surrounded by an overpowering masculine charm that any female who had tasted intimacy would instinctively be provoked by the deepest desires.
Sally swallowed hard; was he in… heat?
Hurriedly, she looked back at Welly.
Welly had already left at some point, her shoes left on the sand, along with two rainbow-colored shells.
And three words — He’s all right!
Meaning, the timeline within Rong Ruo’s body had already aligned with his lifespan, without breaking apart.
“Yanyan, did you come looking for me?” Rong Ruo’s voice was as clear and pleasant as before, yet carried a husky note of suppressed desire.
Sally was about to say something when Rong Ruo grasped her slender waist, effortlessly drew her in, and pressed her into his embrace.
She opened her mouth to speak, but he stole her breath away before she could utter a word, flooding her insides with his potent masculine fragrance, intertwining and merging, as if he wished to monopolize every bit of her.
Sally’s hands tightened forcefully, her fingertips digging into her palms, the nearly embedded pain helping her regain her composure.
Then, as he slightly let her go, she feigned nonchalance and teased, “Your Majesty the Southern Emperor, we’re not that close, are we?”
Just like Zulu, he had no memory of their past interactions.
But in the next moment, she was kissed by him again, this time his movements more ferocious, more invasive, unlike the gentle pecks before — her mouth was completely filled with his presence…
Her fingertips trembled, unable to hold on any longer.
No, he was already engaged, he shouldn’t be doing this with her.
But her rationality was being chased away, bit by bit.
She was brought by him into a palace, where massive columns carved with sacred runes and Auspicious Beasts embodied a majestic solemnity and authority.
Rong Ruo’s kisses gradually became tender and gentle, like a persistent poison, leaving her with little resistance.
The clear-eyed youth from Divine Beast Academy, who had given her all his time.
The current Beast Emperor of the Southern District, wielding power, still yearning for her just as much. 𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑝𝘶𝘣.𝑐𝘰𝘮
Towards him, ‘love’ might be too much to claim, ‘like’ a bit less than accurate — she merely used his Talent, while he offered up his remaining life for her.
Seeing she neither reciprocated nor rejected him, Rong Ruo did not stop, trailing down her left side of the neck… to the first rib, leaving a gracefully shaped fish partner marking!
A male, can only mark a partner once!
Feeling his mark, Sally snapped out of her confusion, “Rong Ruo, you… aren’t you married?”
Rong Ruo admired the partner marking he had left for a moment, then looked at her affectionately with peachy, captivating cheeks, brushed back the two strands of her hair behind her ears clearly, as if making a promise, “If it’s not you, I will never marry.”
Her dress trailed on the ground, and he kept kissing down…
As if countless falling stars had plunged into the sea, the entanglement was unspeakably beautiful.
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