The evil female in the space can heal, and five beast husbands risk their lives to protect her.

Chapter 43 Sparking a Craze

Qiao Suluo was taken aback for a moment. "Should we close the door?"

Just a little contact to soothe them, there shouldn't be any need to close the door, right?

Que Hongjin's eyes twitched, and she said in a low, elegant voice, "Doesn't my wife like being alone in a room with me?"

At this moment, Que Hongjin looked down at her, her eyelashes casting faint shadows, giving her a delicate and fragile beauty.

Qiao Suluo immediately thought of how he had lost one wing and could no longer fly. This was indeed cruel for a flying beastman, and she couldn't help but feel sorry for Que Hongjin.

She tried to explain, "No, it's just that I'm worried it might make you uncomfortable or uncomfortable."

The previous incarnation enjoyed torturing Que Hongjin behind closed doors, using various tools.

Que Hongjin has many scars on her body.

So she was worried that this would remind Que Hongjin of those things, or give him a bad feeling.

"will not."

Qiao Suluo was puzzled by what she heard.

Seeing her puzzled expression, Que Hongjin sighed inwardly. His wife was really quite oblivious these days.

If he doesn't explain things more clearly, she definitely won't understand.

Que Hongjin looked down at her, his eyes deep and captivating, as if they could drown her.

He leaned forward slightly, his warm breath brushing against her ear, and added with a smirk, "No matter what my wife does to me, I won't feel uncomfortable."

"Or you can do anything to me as long as my wife likes it."

When he said those last words, Que Hongjin's voice rose slightly at the end, his dark, jade-like eyes locked onto her, his pupils tinged with a faint light blue, exuding a bewitching tenderness.

These words were like honey-coated hooks, repeatedly tugging at her heartstrings until they pounded wildly.

Qiao Suluo involuntarily wanted to back away, but there was a door behind her. She reached out to block his chest, but the warmth of his palms seeped through her clothes and reached her heart, making her heart tremble.

Que Hongjin looked down at her movements, "Is my wife worried that I might do something?"

Qiao Suluo shook her head and said, "No...no, I know my place. You couldn't possibly do anything to me in this state."

She looked up as she spoke, only to be met with his dark, picturesque eyes. His gaze seemed to hold the moonlight, radiating a captivating glow that left her somewhat defenseless.

She had never experienced such a scene in her previous life and did not know how to deal with it.

"Hmm?" Que Hongjin's voice trailed off, like spring willows brushing across a calm lake, easily creating ripples.

It's a simple word, but it sounds really nice.

Qiao Suluo could hear her own heart pounding so clearly. She swallowed hard and explained, "I'm afraid I might do something to you that will annoy you."

Que Hongjin found her reaction somewhat amusing, thinking that the current wife was quite adorable.

He pinched a strand of her hair between his long, slender fingers, twirling it slowly around his fingertips, and said in an ambiguous tone, "But no matter what my wife does to me, I will never be annoyed. I will only..."

He would only expect her to do something for him.

"What do you only know?"

Que Hongjin was afraid that being too direct would scare her, so he decided to take things slowly.

He changed his tone and said, "I only hope that my wife can use her spiritual power to comfort me more."

“Losing wings will cause a lot of pain to the body, and if it goes on for a long time, it can easily lead to madness and loss of reason, so I really need my wife’s emotional support.”

"That will ease the pain...cough...cough..."

“My wife has never comforted me before.”

As Que Hongjin spoke these words, she appeared broken and weak again, and coughed lightly a few times.

Seeing his expression, Qiao Suluo quickly said, "Then we'll start by providing emotional support."

Que Hongjin said, "Okay."

Qiao Suluo placed her fingers on Que Hongjin's hand, ready to begin, but Que Hongjin gently and seductively said, "My lady can hold me to comfort me."

"what……"

Qiao Suluo was startled by those words; she wouldn't dare.

Que Hongjin stepped forward and gently and slowly hugged her. "This will make you feel better." Que Hongjin sighed inwardly as she hugged her.

He didn't know where she came from, nor how many secrets she held.

He knew she was so wonderful, and he didn't want to let her go.

With such beautiful and expressive eyes, she must be extremely beautiful herself.

The moment Qiao Suluo was embraced by Que Hongjin, her body stiffened.

She could smell the faint, alluring fragrance emanating from him, like pine wood.

His skin was burning hot, so hot it felt like an electric current was running through her heart, and their breaths mingled in the air.

This reminded Qiao Suluo of that rainy day in the mountains, when he carried her step by step home.

She couldn't bear to push him away. She felt that since such a handsome man, as beautiful as a poem or a painting, didn't dislike her and was willing to hold her, she wasn't losing out.

It must have been tough for him, to be willing to hold her like this just for emotional comfort.

To be honest, she herself disliked this body, which was both fat and dark-skinned.

Qiao Suluo reached out and hugged him back, placing her hands on his back and gently touching it, releasing her spiritual energy and gradually injecting it into his body.

"Will this be any better?"

"I will release my mental energy little by little. If you feel uncomfortable, please tell me."

Que Hongjin felt that his proud self-control almost slipped out of control in that instant, and he whispered hoarsely in her ear, "My wife, it's not enough."

“I want…more.”

For some reason, Qiao Suluo felt her ears go numb and her body go weak when she heard these words. She even felt a little dry in her mouth.

She involuntarily released all her mental energy and poured it all into Que Hongjin's body.

Que Hongjin let out a suppressed groan.

"Que Hongjin?"

Qiao Suluo gently pushed him away, wanting to see how he was doing.

Unexpectedly, Que Hongjin's beautiful eyebrows and eyes were tinged with a light red. At this moment, the red tide in her eyes had spread across her pupils, like gorgeous blood-red glass, with a fatal beauty, like a demon and a dream, with a touch of decadence.

Qiao Suluo was so amazed that she forgot to react.

Que Hongjin released Qiao Suluo slightly, closed his eyes tightly, his long eyelashes trembling, as he tried to suppress the restlessness in his body.

It was really tough to endure.

He actually saw her in his spiritual sea, and felt her real presence, her soul body and her soul aura.

"Que Hongjin, how are you?"

"Are you not feeling well?"

"Let me comfort you again."

As she spoke, Qiao Suluo moved closer again, releasing her mental energy and placing her fingers on his body.

Que Hongjin suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Qiao Suluo felt her hands being burned by the heat of his palm.

"Why is it so hot?"

It's an abnormal kind of heat.

Que Hongjin slowly opened her eyes, the flush had faded by three points, but there was still a trace of moisture at the corners of her eyes. Her breathing was disordered as she said, "Doesn't my wife know?"

"what do you know?"

When Qiao Suluo met Que Hongjin's gaze, she felt as if the situation was getting out of control.

She couldn't help but call out to the system, "System, what's going on?"

The system was also surprised to see this situation. "I'm sorry, host, I forgot to tell you that if you have too much mental energy, it can stimulate the passion of male beasts, just like eating a love potion."

"I didn't expect the host's mental strength to be so strong."

(End of this chapter)