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

The grand wedding banquet lasted all day, and the guests greeted each other and dispersed, leaving the newlyweds alone.

The entire palace was decorated with lanterns and colorful flowers, and festive red silk was hung everywhere.

Inside the bedchamber, Ying Ming's heart was surging with emotion. He pulled Chu Zhuo into a deep embrace and called out to him in a trembling voice, "Zhuo Bao."

Chu Zhuo nestled obediently in Ying Ming's arms, her eyelashes slightly raised, her silver pupils brimming with love: "Ying Ming, wishing us a happy marriage."

As promised, not a single one is missing.

The young man smiled broadly as he looked up. He had silver hair, silver eyes, and a red dress. His snow-white skin was smooth and radiant, and his waistline was beautiful, exuding a strong sense of power. He was handsome from every angle.

Ying Ming felt a surge of heat in his chest. He tightened his arms around Chu Zhuo, rolled over, and pinned him beneath him. He eagerly kissed Chu Zhuo's lips and teeth, while his fingers hooked the rope around Chu Zhuo's waist: "Open your mouth a little wider..."

The rope was untied smoothly.

As the bright red wedding dress was removed, Yingming focused on kissing Chuzhuo, his free fingers continuing to move downwards.

Chu Zhuo gripped the bed sheet tightly, her breath hot and scalding.

After a long while, he let out a soft groan.

Ying Ming complimented it, saying it sounded nice.

……

On the red wedding bed, Ying Ming patiently completed the prelude, a thin layer of sweat dripping from his forehead, and the veins on the side of his neck standing out prominently.

Chu Zhuo stretched out her leg and hooked it around the man's firm waist and abdomen.

Ying Ming's rationality crumbled instantly. Grabbing the boy's slender waist, his voice, low and hoarse with intense desire, said, "Zhuo Bao, I can't hold back anymore..."

Chu Zhuo was well taken care of and also felt aroused. She straightened her upper body and whispered in Ying Ming's ear, "Then don't hold back."

After speaking, Chu Zhuo was extremely cooperative.

Yingming's self-control was completely ignited by this sentence.

……

In a daze, Chu Zhuo was turned over and placed face down on the bed.

Ying Ming pinched his waist, his eyes filled with infatuation: "What a beautiful back."

……

The desires that had been averted at the last minute before were all made up for on their wedding night, and this love affair, which turned day into night, lasted for half a month.

Ying Ming ate to his heart's content.

After the initial attempt, I was in a semi-conscious state for several days because I was so tired. It took me two more days to recover my energy.

As soon as I opened my eyes, a deep male voice descended from above.

"Awake?" Ying Ming asked. "What would Zhuo Bao like to eat? I'll make it."

Chu Zhuo moved his body and his back ached terribly. In a daze, he felt a strong, large hand still on his sides, holding him firmly...

Quickly dispelling the illusion in her mind, Chu Zhuo casually adjusted her posture, then raised her foot and kicked—

With a thud, the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground was heard.

"..." Ying Ming was caught off guard and kicked off the bed.

After rolling half a circle on the ground, Ying Ming rolled back, smoothed his slightly messy hair, knelt on one knee by the bed, and said with a satisfied expression, "Has Zhuo Bao kicked enough? If not, I'll come up again, and you can keep kicking."

Chu Zhuo shrank back, seemingly shocked by Ying Ming's perverted words. Her back ached, and she unconsciously rubbed her side. Looking down at the person by the bed, she skillfully cursed, "You old pervert."

This was the title he had heard most often in the past two weeks. Ying Ming climbed onto the bed, his palms swirling with divine power, and acted as a subordinate, massaging Chu Zhuo's lower back. His brows were full of smug satisfaction: "Yes, that's me."

Chu Zhuo was used to his true nature and nestled against Ying Ming's chest, enjoying the massage.

The newlyweds spent a long wedding night together.

His technique was excellent; Chu Zhuo felt relaxed in no time, and the soreness in her lower back lessened.

Noticing Chu Zhuo's comfortable expression, Ying Ming lowered his eyes.

The boy's once fair neck was now covered in red hickeys. After more than ten days and nights of entanglement, they had long since become tainted with each other's scent, thoroughly permeating each other... In countless moments of skin-to-skin contact, the image of him and Zhuobao intertwining their necks would replay in his mind.

Ying Ming felt a tickle in his throat, his eyes darkened, and he slowly lowered his breathing, his hands pressing against the ground, which then became increasingly unruly.

Chu Zhuo swiftly threw a punch, gripping Ying Ming's wrist, and said angrily, "Behave yourself, I didn't order any extra services."

Ying Ming regretfully moved his hand back to its original position, lowered his head and kissed Chu Zhuo's lips, then turned the tables and said, "You're already complaining about me right after we got married, Zhuo Bao?"

Chuzhuo: "..."

Chu Zhuo lifted his leg, eager to try, as if searching for a suitable place to put his foot down.

Ying Ming chuckled indulgently, grasped Chu Zhuo's slender ankle, and sniffed Chu Zhuo's neck with adoration: "I'm sorry, I admit I have very poor self-control. Zhuo Bao smells so good, you smell good everywhere..."

On their wedding night, Chu Zhuo's invitation was direct and passionate, stirring up all the desires he had suppressed in his heart.

As he got his wish, his reason was instantly ignited, and Ying Ming lost control time and time again.

Immortals don't need to eat, but Chu Zhuo was greedy, so Ying Ming prepared many snacks for him. After getting up, he ate spiritual fruits, pastries, and spiritual porridge, and then ate some nuts.

Afterwards, he rested on a deck chair in the backyard.

Ying Ming took out a wine pot and poured a cup for Chu Zhuo.

Chu Zhuo picked up the cup and took a sip: "Ah, delicious~"

Ying Ming put down the wine jug, pulled Chu Zhuo's arm, and embraced her. He sat down in a chair, kissed the silver strands of Chu Zhuo's hair, and asked, "Want to continue tonight?"

"..." Chu Zhuo slightly raised the back of her head, then slammed it heavily against his chest. "Clear your perverted mind."

"It can't be cleaned; it's already grown together with Zhuobao." Ying Ming didn't feel any pain at all, and his tone sounded quite self-satisfied.

Chuzhuo: "..."

The man's emotions were surging, and his chest trembled as he spoke, pounding against Chu Zhuo's eardrums. Chu Zhuo shook her head and rolled over to lie on the other man's chest.

He held his hand vertically in a chop stance and lightly chopped at Ying Ming's neck, baring his teeth silently.

Ying Ming couldn't help but chuckle at his "threatening" gesture. He cleared his throat and said in a serious tone, "I was wrong. Please have mercy, Lord Zhuo Bao."

As he spoke, the man's eyes were filled with deep affection, the love in them nourishing Chu Zhuo.

Chu Zhuo's heart was ignited.

That night, naturally, they shared another intimate moment.

The wedding of the First God and the Underworld God was grand and lively, witnessed by heaven and earth, and was talked about for a long time.

A few days later, Huanxu found some free time and came to visit. The first thing he saw was a familiar scene.

The host of Chu Zhuo was held in Ying Ming's arms.

Huanxu: "..."

Upon closer inspection, Chu Zhuo's neck was covered in red marks, from her face to her collarbone; there wasn't a single patch of "good" skin.

Glancing at Ying Ming again, there was a row of neat teeth marks on his chin.

Huanxu burst out laughing.

Chu Zhuo braced her arms around Ying Ming's waist and abdomen, moved away from his body, and sat down on a nearby round stool: "Huanxu?"

Huanxu let out a "ga" sound, remembering the purpose of his trip, and then said, "Host Chuzhuo, the Divine Bird Clan has a chick about to hatch, and my mother said that a phoenix might appear..."

The phoenix has a very serious gap in its lineage; the last time a phoenix appeared was ten thousand years ago.

The Phoenix Clan took this very seriously and specially invited the Venerable Chuzhuo to take a look.

Counting the time, it's been more than three months since their wedding day. With his profound cultivation, Chu Zhuo has basically spent all of this time in bed...

Chu Zhuo stood up decisively: "Let's go, let's go."

Ying Ming silently followed.