NOVPUBChen Nan’s voice carried a thread of shock and disbelief.
His gaze became complex and unpredictable in an instant, as if a calm, waveless lake had been viciously stirred by a stone, with ripples swiftly spreading outward, disturbing the original tranquility.
Seeing the expression on Chen Nan’s face, Yang Ruoshui felt as if a sharp knife had pierced straight into her heart, causing unbearable pain.
She hurriedly put down her cell phone, grabbed Chen Nan’s arm, and explained with a hint of panic in her voice, "Dear, it’s not what you think."
"We’re in a political marriage, this union is merely a product of intertwined family interests, between him and me... there really aren’t any feelings."
Seeing Yang Ruoshui’s anxious and slightly trembling demeanor, Chen Nan comforted her with a smile, "Sister, don’t be so nervous."
He paused, then his gaze once again fell upon Yang Ruoshui’s face, reigniting the warm flame in his eyes, "Even though you already have a husband, it doesn’t affect my feelings towards you."
"And, you might not believe this, but it even makes me like you a bit more."
A moment of astonishment flashed through Yang Ruoshui’s eyes, which sparkled like stars, as if she had heard some unbelievable fantasy.
But.
She quickly regained her composure, a blush creeping onto her face as she teased, "Do all you men have this strange fetish for married women?"
Though her words carried a note of reproach.
The slight upward curve of her lips betrayed the sweetness she felt deep in her heart for Chen Nan’s special affection.
Chen Nan chuckled mischievously, his face breaking into a lewd smile, "Well, I certainly have a thing for married women."
Yang Ruoshui gave Chen Nan a resentful look and scolded without much enthusiasm, "I advise you to avoid trifling with married women as much as possible in the future, the risk is too high, and it could very well bring trouble upon yourself."
Chen Nan nodded seriously; he knew the joy of being with a married woman couldn’t be described in words, but he also knew the risks were great, and any carelessness could shatter a family and bring a lot of trouble upon himself.
Even fatal danger.
"Well, you should answer your phone now," Chen Nan changed the subject.
Yang Ruoshui hummed in acknowledgment, then calmly pressed the answer button and spoke with an icy tone, "Speak!"
At that moment.
She was no longer the passionate, gently flowing sensuous woman by Chen Nan’s side.
She reverted to her usual persona of a cold and forceful female prison warden, radiating a strong sense of authority.
A resigned sigh came from the other end of the phone, "Ruoshui, after all, we are husband and wife, it’s said a hundred years to share a boat, a thousand to share a bed, can’t our conversation be a little more harmonious?"
Yang Ruoshui ignored the person on the other end, hung up the phone, and then turned it off...
"Baby, shall we go to sleep?" Yang Ruoshui looked at Chen Nan with a full face of tenderness, the swift change in her attitude astounding Chen Nan.
"Okay."
Chen Nan said as he lit the ambergris nearby.
In an instant.
The scent of the burning ambergris diffused through the air.
It was a strange and profound fragrance, refreshing and calming to one’s being, allowing both body and mind to relax and find peace.
Each whiff acted like an invisible sprite, drifting nimbly through the air, soundlessly entering the nostrils of the two people, following their neural pathways, and drawing their consciousness towards a distant, dreamlike realm.
Chen Nan gently took Yang Ruoshui’s hand, their fingers tightly interlocked, and said with a serious expression, "Sister Yang, remember, your dream world is the world you create, where you are invincible, and no one can hurt you!"
"You must remember this, it’s very important!"
"Besides that, whatever I tell you to do, you must unconditionally cooperate with me!"
"Otherwise, I might have died in your dreams!"
Hearing this, Yang Ruoshui’s beautiful eyes revealed a trace of panic, seemingly not expecting the matter to hold such great peril. She nervously said, "Baby, let’s just forget about this, I don’t want you to be in any danger."
Chen Nan smiled and replied, "As long as you remember what I just said, I won’t be in any danger."
Yang Ruoshui nodded solemnly, her gaze determined as she said, "Don’t worry, Sister won’t let you encounter any danger."
Chen Nan beamed and whispered softly, "Relax your mind, let’s fall asleep together!"
Having said that, he slowly closed his eyes and his breathing gradually became even.
As their breaths deepened, the two seemed to be lying on a soft cloud, the world blurring around them, reality’s outlines dissipating as dream-like imagery emerged.
After an indeterminable amount of time, they seemed to touch a piece of soft, moist ground.
The mist cleared, and a fantastical world unfolded before their eyes.
But before they could get used to it, a terrifying rustling sound came from all directions.
Looking towards the sound, the landscape was teeming with poisonous insects.
Giant centipedes with shiny, murky bodies, long and winding, antennae shaking, jaws enormous and vicious with razor-sharp teeth, venom seemingly flowing over them.
Colorful spiders, massive in size, with strange patterns on their bodies like grotesque masks.
Their spiderwebs strong and sticky, glistening with iridescence in the sunlight, forming deadly traps.
Their eyes cold and merciless, ready to attack those who intruded.
Dark red scorpions, their shells as if stained with blood, hard as battle armor.
Tails arched high, the venomous sting massive and glinting, surrounded by barbs, their claws clacking menacingly, asserting the sovereignty of their territory.
Caterpillars covered in spines, their bodies like colorful thorns, spines flashing with green light, the flora withering wherever they went, gathering like a sea to slowly advance.
Winged poisonous mosquitoes, several times larger than regular ones, their wings buzzing noisily.
Their proboscises like steel needles, shining coldly, eyes a blood-red hue, swarming in groups like a terrifying cloud, ready to suck the blood from their prey.
These poisonous insects, like an evil legion, surged forward with an aura of death, crushing grass and plants beneath them.
Yang Ruoshui subconsciously moved closer to Chen Nan, clinging tightly to his arm, perhaps feeling less frightened this time because of Chen Nan’s presence.
Yet she still felt uneasy, her breathing inexplicably quickened.
"Why are all the insects red?"
Chen Nan frowned tightly, his gaze intensively focusing on the approaching poisons from all sides.
In his knowledge.
The colors of poisonous insects should be varied and vibrant, their shapes quirky and diverse, like the wondrous combinations of endless colors and forms in nature.
However.
The densely packed insects before them were all dark red without exception, like the color of dried blood, deep and sinister red, as if each insect carried countless bloody secrets.
This abnormal phenomenon set off alarm bells in his mind.
Unbidden, his mind conjured up the image of a mysterious and powerful entity recorded in the annals of history—the Gu Insects.
According to the records, Gu Insects were nurtured by Gu Masters with their own blood.
They were born from the enigmatic and unfathomable Gu Technique rituals, carrying the Gu Master’s will and power, each one containing a fearsome mysterious force, a terror beyond ordinary poisons.
These dark red insects gradually overlapped with the image of the Gu Insects in his memory, making his expression grow more solemn.
He had an ominous premonition that Yang Ruoshui might have been cursed with Gu Technique!
