Quick Transmigration: The Divine-Looking Host is Always Pampered by a Powerful Boss

The boy slowly raised his eyelashes, revealing a pair of bright, light-colored eyes beneath his thick lashes. He spoke as his lips moved, revealing the tender red tip of his tongue.

Ying Ming's breathing suddenly became heavy. After a moment, he closed his eyes and breathed deeply.

The pressure from the head on my chest wasn't heavy, but a force seeped into my skin, piercing straight into the softest part of my heart.

After Chu Zhuo mentioned the thumping sound, Ying Ming roughly understood what was going on.

There was no way around it; the various wedding details Zhuobao described—what to prepare, what to do, the banquet to announce to the world—made his heart swell with excitement, and his mind was filled with uncontrollable daydreams.

My heart was beating faster and faster, and I couldn't control it.

Not to mention that it's been specifically pointed out now, and things are about to get out of control.

"Well, congratulations on finding Zhuobao." Yingming put his hand on Chuzhuo's waist, stood up, and pulled her into his arms, face to face.

The man patted Chu Zhuo's leg with his large hand: "Wrap your legs around my waist. It's getting dark. I'll carry you back to your bedchamber to rest."

Chu Zhuo's mind, clouded by alcohol, was unable to think about anything too complicated. He obeyed the orders and climbed up Ying Ming's waist with both legs.

Ying Ming placed his palm on his thigh to give him leverage until his arms were full, then turned and walked away.

Chu Zhu wrapped his forearm around Ying Ming's neck and was carried for a few steps. He realized that in this position, his chin could rest on Ying Ming's shoulder. So he leaned his head down and his eyes unexpectedly fell on the orange-red sky. He asked in surprise, "It's still very bright. It's not dark."

"I meant it's almost dark, not completely dark yet. After we get back to our palace, it will be almost completely dark in a while," Ying Ming said, delivering a long string of words without changing his expression.

Chu Zhuo felt like she had just heard a tongue twister and was almost forgetting the word "black." She freed one hand to pat her head and said, "My head is buzzing. Ying Ming, I'm drunk. Can you put it more simply?"

After speaking, he turned his neck, leaned close to Ying Ming's ear, and, reeking of alcohol, drawled out, "I don't understand~"

Her voice was also sticky and soft, like she was being coquettish.

A wave of heat, tinged with a faint smell of alcohol, washed over his ear. Ying Ming tensed for a moment, then let out a magnetic laugh, looking down at him with doting eyes: "To put it simply, I might have to stop being human in a little while."

"Maybe?" Chu Zhuo repeated unconsciously.

He didn't mean to question her; he simply noticed the subtle difference in Ying Ming's emphasis on the word "possibly" in his sentence, and he picked out the word "possibly" and read it aloud.

Ying Ming naturally understood that Chu Zhuo's words might not have any other meaning, but he still readily changed his tune, saying, "To refute what I just said, there is no such word as 'possible'."

"Why is it gone again?" Chu Zhu muttered strangely. After the two entered the corridor, his thoughts were jumping around, one idea after another. When he saw the murals and decorations on the walls, he moved in Ying Ming's arms and said, "Hey, this place looks familiar. It's a bit like my house."

Ying Ming chuckled softly, loosening his grip slightly as he bounced the person in his arms: "This is Zhuo Bao's home."

Chu Zhuo was being swayed, her vision trembling up and down, but she wasn't worried at all that she would fall.

This is a trust that comes from the soul.

Ying Ming answered his wildly imaginative questions all the way, and steadily carried him to the bed.

As his clothes were removed, traces of the previous kiss remained near the boy's slender, fair collarbone. The color had faded considerably. Ying Ming leaned down and placed a kiss on that spot again.

Chu Zhuo shrank his neck.

This time, they still didn't finish, but Yingming didn't miss out on any benefits.

A deep, infatuated look appeared in the man's eyes: "Zhuobao smells so good everywhere..."

……

The next day.

Chu Zhuo opened her eyes, paused for a few seconds, and slowly regained her senses. Only when she moved did she realize that her back was pressed tightly against a hot chest, and that she was being held in Ying Ming's arms.

A strong arm was tightly wrapped around his waist, firmly restraining his body.

Before he could regain his senses, his vision suddenly spun around, and he was dragged into a broad, solid body beneath him.

The area around his groin burned, as if some lingering sensation remained, and Chu Zhuo reflexively bent his knees.

Ying Ming grunted, quickly cupping Chu Zhuo's knee with his hand: "Is Zhuo Bao getting revenge on me?"

"What are you going to get revenge on?" Chu Zhuo wondered, as he had just woken up and his brain was still processing his memories.

Yingming then recounted the excessive things he had done the previous day.

Each time he mentioned something, Chu Zhuo quickly searched for the relevant section in his memory, his expression changing in various ways.

He confessed while reminiscing, which didn't seem like a serious apology at all. In the end, Ying Ming felt satisfied again.

Chuzhuo: "..."

Chu Zhuo rolled her eyes, wrapped her arms around Ying Ming, flipped over, straddled Ying Ming's waist and abdomen, and then in the next second, she nimbly rolled to the side and made her escape.

Ying Ming, who was deliberately playing along and waiting for him to do something, was speechless.

Completely unprepared.

After a long while, Ying Ming shook his head helplessly, his eyes filled with love for Chu Zhuo.

*

As the excitement gradually subsided, Chu Zhuo began preparing for the wedding.

First, they went to Fairy Yushang to ask her to make curtains and silks for the wedding car, and then to make a stylish shawl for Huanxu.

After explaining the specific requirements, Chu Zhuo took out the payment.

Seeing his posture, Fairy Yu Chang didn't want to accept the offer, but Chu Zhuo's words, "I'm happy," shut her down.

For such a joyous occasion as a wedding, it's naturally best if the people involved are happy.

The second place they went was to Fairy Qionghua's place.

Fairy Qionghua had planted a mountain of delicious spiritual fruits that were imbued with spiritual energy. Upon catching a glimpse of Chuzhuo's figure from afar, she picked a few spiritual fruits and arranged them on a plate.

As soon as the guest arrived, she presented the fruit with both hands: "It's freshly picked, very fresh. Would you like to try some, Chuzhuo?"

When you first pick up the fruit and taste it, it has a sweet and sour taste, and is full of juice. The top notes are like slightly sour citrus, the middle notes are like crisp and tender lychee, and the base notes are like sweet and refreshing wax apple, with a rich and layered taste.

"Delicious! Fairy Qionghua's cooking skills are even better than before." Chu Zhu chewed again and handed one to Ying Ming.

Yingming reached out and took the Jiaye fruit, eating it slowly and deliberately.

Qionghua smiled faintly and said, "With the improvement of my cultivation, I am more adept at taking care of these fruits."

After finishing the Gaya fruit in his mouth, Chu Zhuo explained his purpose.

"Even if you don't come, given our relationship, I will still send it over," Qionghua said.

Chu Zhuo's bright eyes curved slightly: "I know."

He just wanted to enrich the process.

Liking Yingming and being with Yingming is a very happy and wonderful thing.

There are moments of frank sincerity and moments of whispered sweet nothings; Chu Zhuo's love is always presentable.

Before Qionghua could understand what Chuzhuo meant, she saw Yingming Zun Shen beside Chuzhuo with a smug look on his face, and a secret pleasure suddenly surged up on his face.

"..." Fairy Qionghua paused for a moment, then said, "Okay, I understand now."

After bidding farewell to Fairy Qionghua, Chu Zhuo went to Fei Yue's place.

As the brewing of Scarlet Moon reached its crucial stage, Hibiscus was sent to deliver a message, inviting them to come in directly.

"Oh, by the way, go about your business after you're done talking. Chu Zhuo knows the way here," Fei Yue added before continuing to brew wine.

The news of the First Divine Master spread throughout the divine realm, and Furong was extremely curious about it these days.

She stepped through the ancient palace gate and froze on the spot.

Two figures, one tall and one short, stood in front of the door, their heights differing by about half a head.

The taller man was dressed in a black robe. He had a cold and stern face, handsome and well-defined features, a smooth jawline, and an imposing good looks. His indifferent appearance hinted at a fierceness, giving him the impression that he was not easy to get along with. However, when he looked at the person beside him, even the corners of his narrow eyes were filled with a gentle light.

The slightly shorter boy wore a light gold brocade robe, the fabric shimmering with iridescent light. He had a full, rounded forehead, large, bright eyes, a high nose, and moist, pink lips. His neck was fair and long, like a flawless piece of jade. He had an exquisite appearance and a striking, flamboyantly beautiful face.

When these two are together, whether you look at height, presence, appearance, or image, they are simply unmatched.

They're a perfect match.