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Chapter 101 Her appearance was a form of torture for him.
Upon hearing this, Fu Ying suddenly curled his lips, his fingertips lightly lifting Ni's chin as he looked at the eerie shadow cast by the moonlight on his eyelashes, his voice lingering: "Me... I only love what can make me pregnant."

Ni Yin's cold gaze was fixed on Fu Ying, but froze for a moment.

He froze, his pupils suddenly dilated, and the deathly coldness in his eyes receded like the tide, replaced by a timid and weak bewilderment, as if he had been given a different soul.

At the same time, the nine-star pattern on his forehead shattered like broken glass, gradually disappearing.

Fuying watched quietly, without the slightest panic.

When he saw Fu Ying's alluring face stained with blood under the moonlight, his pupils contracted sharply, the color drained from his face instantly, he trembled all over, and staggered away.

Overwhelmed by terror, he collapsed heavily to the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably. His pale fingertips curled unconsciously, and a small, animalistic whimper escaped his throat. He was so terrified that even his breath seemed to freeze.

Fu Ying leaned forward, looked at the curled-up... Luo Heng, and sighed softly.

She never expected that Luo Heng would split into a personality completely different from her own in her madness and despair, with a completely different life experience.

Fu Ying gently placed her fingertips on Luo Heng's shoulder, but he trembled violently as if he had been electrocuted, his pupils shrinking to the size of pinpoints, and he screamed in extreme terror, breaking the silence of the night.

He curled up, clutching his head, as if trying to squeeze into his own bones and blood, trying to escape something.

“Kill me, Moonlight wants to kill me… I’m in so much pain…” he repeated hoarsely, each word dripping with blood.

Suddenly, Luo Heng slammed her head against the ground, muttering repeatedly, "It hurts so much..."

His long, dark purple curly hair clung to his sweat-drenched face. Each impact felt like a battle against some unseen torture, and his unfocused eyes seemed to reflect memories as endless as night.

Her appearance seemed to be a form of torture for him.

"Luoheng!" Fuying frowned, stopping his near-self-harming act.

Luo Heng looked at her, his bewildered eyes filled with fear. The next moment, he let out a strange laugh and bit her wrist with such force that it seemed he wanted to tear her flesh off.

Fu Ying clenched her fists, barely suppressing the urge to smash his head open.

Suddenly, Luo Heng froze.

His jaw gradually loosened, and his soft tongue licked across the flesh and blood of her wrist.

She looked up at Fuying, her blood-stained lips curving into a crescent moon shape. Her eyes had turned cold and lifeless, and despite that deathly look, her voice was low and gentle: "Do you like me?"

Fu Ying: "..."

My head suddenly started hurting, what should I do?
"I'm tired, I'm going to take a nap."

Fu Ying pulled Ni up by the wrist, and with a wave of her hand, the blood-stained animal skin on the bed was thrown off and replaced with a brand new quilt.

She pulled him into the soft bedding, covered him with the quilt, and noticed his cold, piercing gaze. She raised her hand and gently patted his back, her spiritual energy soothing his limbs: "Sleep for a while."

Her long, slender eyelashes fluttered gently, and as if hypnotized, she slowly closed her eyes.

His breathing gradually became steady, and his lifeless eyes revealed a touch of childlike vulnerability in his sleep.

Fu Ying opened her eyes and stared at Ni for a long time.

Luo Heng remained a madwoman who couldn't be provoked, like a shattered piece of jade, barely clinging to the cracks.

Reverse is a madman in the truest sense, like scattered rubble, every edge of which is extremely sharp.

Dual personality, huh? This time, the difficulty of the mission has doubled.

Conversely, the reason he cannot reproduce may be due to the broken Luoheng Star Pattern of his dual personality.

Fuying took a bath, applied medicine, and changed into a soft animal skin garment.

She leaned against the window, the moonlight like water falling on her pale cheeks. Looking at the moonflowers waving in the moonlight outside, she frowned and had a headache.

Luo Heng goes insane whenever he sees her. How can she reshape the star pattern for him?

If he cannot be saved and his sanity restored, the star pattern cannot be reshaped, which means he cannot take human form and reproduce. How can the mission be completed? Fu Ying's eyes were gloomy. The fragrance of the moonflower lingered in his nose, but it could not dispel the vexation in his heart.

Night fell suddenly, dark clouds obscured the bright moon, and a torrential downpour began.

A muffled rumble of thunder came from the horizon, and large raindrops, carrying a chill, pounded into the sea of ​​moonflowers. Their white petals hastily closed, and the last trace of their fragrance was washed away by the rain.

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Before Ni even opened his eyes, he could smell the aroma of food wafting through the air.

He propped himself up on his arms, and the blanket slipped down from his waist to reveal his well-defined, lean abdominal muscles. There were faint scratches on his body, and the ointment smelled slightly bitter.

His deep purple pupils narrowed to thin lines in the morning light, reflecting the image of Fuying, who was busy at the entrance of the bamboo house, in his cold, emotionless eyes, calm yet sinister.

He raised his hand and brushed it across his neck; the new skin had already covered the scratches from the previous night.

Her long, lashed eyelashes were half-raised as she silently gazed at the pillar.

Fu Ying turned around just as she was carrying a pot of steamed spirit rice. The rising steam blurred her alluring features. When she met his gaze, she smiled slightly and said, "Awake? Get up and eat something."

She threw back the covers, her bare feet stepping onto the cold bamboo board, her slender figure exuding sexual tension.

His gaze never left Fuying's face, which was completely naked without any attempt to conceal it, allowing the light to outline the smooth lines of his muscles. He walked towards Fuying step by step, his steps exuding a silent pressure.

Fu Ying put down the spirit rice, glanced at it, and without any shyness, greeted it with a smile.

He lifted her hem and, upon seeing the gruesome wound on her waist, his crimson lips slowly curved into a smile, revealing sharp white teeth beneath them. He chuckled softly, seemingly pleased, and a subtle fragrance wafted around him.

He grabbed her hand, brought it close to his neck, and whispered in a low, seductive voice, "One more time."

Fu Ying curled her lips and withdrew her hand without hesitation, but in the next instant she leaned in and pressed her red lips against the pale skin on his neck, biting down hard without mercy, with a force no less than the bite Luo Heng had given him last night.

"Hmm..." Ni trembled all over, a muffled groan escaping from his throat, a glint of light flashing in his deep purple pupils.

He dug his fingertips into the wound on her side, and blood seeped out.

When Fuying let go, his blood stained her lips and teeth; the scarlet-green blood was quite striking.

He chuckled lightly, a flicker of deathly stillness in his eyes.

He suddenly bent down, his curly purple hair falling to her neck. As their hot breaths mingled, his low, husky voice was filled with tenderness and deathly stillness: "Mistress, do you like me? Do you only like me?"

Fuying's voice trailed off, sounding alluring like a coquettish plea, but the words she uttered were icy and chilling.

"You forgot? Me? I only love women who can make me have babies."

He paused, then slowly straightened his back, his deep purple pupils reflecting Fu Ying's ruthlessness. His voice was gentle: "You've seen that good-for-nothing, you should know it won't work."

Fuying tilted her head slightly, her long hair falling down and intertwining with Ni's purple hair.

"I'm curious, how do you know Luo Heng if you don't know me?"

"But if you know me, then you should hate me, so why should I like you?" Fu Ying placed her fingertips on Ni's heart, slowly drawing circles, her voice turning icy at the end: "What kind of beastman are you, exactly?"

His eyes were as dark and lifeless as still water, but he smiled and said, "If you weren't to my liking, you'd be dead."

Fu Ying smiled slightly as well: "If I die, can you live?"

Even with a dual personality, he is still her beastly husband; with the contract in place, he cannot kill her.

He took another half step closer, his crimson lips pressed against her ear, nibbling at her fair earlobe.

As he chuckled, his chest vibrated slightly, and his voice carried a hint of madness: "I was able to give birth because of your wickedness." His sharp teeth dug into her flesh: "How wonderful it would be to die with you."

"My lady, they all hate you, but I love you."

(End of this chapter)