Good Pregnancy Quick Transmigration: The Overly Charming CEO with No Heirs

"Yes, madam, I really haven't been there."

Liang Zhizhou's eyes were very sincere.

His father loved to worship the mountain god, but he himself did not believe in such things.

Xi Yao suddenly felt a sense of absurdity.

But the person in front of her was definitely her husband; she couldn't be wrong about that.

but……

Xi Yao frantically screamed "996!" in her mind, "996, come out and see what's going on!"

[Host, from what I'm observing, this one does indeed have a different aura than the mountain god who carried you down. The spirit is correct, but it seems to be split?]

Even the 996 work schedule is becoming uncertain.

"What kind of division? Mitosis or amitosis?"

Xi Yao was speechless.

Seriously, how did this world become such a mess?

996 frowned, deep in thought, when suddenly his eyes lit up.

[Host, have you ever considered that the mountain god in the temple and the one in the game instance might be the true form of a powerful figure, and that Liang Zhizhou, the person before you, is the one you truly need to save in this world? In other words, this person is an avatar of that powerful figure.]

Xi Yao was taken aback. "Why do you say that? Is it possible that they're like Cang Xue and Xuan Yue?"

[It's not quite the same, because the Mountain God Temple and the game instance are separate spaces, actually not in the same dimension as Shenyang Island. What people here see of the Mountain God Temple is just a shadow.]

996's voice was so confident that Xi Yao had no choice but to believe it.

So that's why he blindfolded her?

"996, you said that after I fell asleep, he suddenly appeared and carried me to the island lord's mansion. Didn't you see what he really looked like then?"

[No, host. I tried very hard to see, but it was like looking through a layer of fog; no matter what I did, I couldn't see through it.]

After hearing about 996, Xi Yao fell silent.

Was it his true form that appeared in the last world and dealt with He Wenyang?

She had no memory, and neither did Xuanmo when he woke up.

However, no matter what, he is still himself, and Xi Yao didn't feel awkward at all.

"Madam, what are you thinking about?"

"Um?"

Xi Yao was pulled back to reality by Liang Zhizhou's voice and turned to look at him.

"Have you seen me at the mountain god's temple? Perhaps you're mistaken?"

"Hmm, I misremembered. Do you know who I am? I am Gu Wensheng's daughter, and my name is Gu Xiyao."

A hint of surprise flashed in Liang Zhizhou's eyes, followed by heartache. "Yaoyao, may I call you that? You've suffered so much."

Xi Yao smiled slightly, "You know I'm the mountain god's bride who was sacrificed this year?"

"I'm sorry," Liang Zhizhou said, looking at her with remorse.

Why are you apologizing?

"If I had known earlier, I definitely would have stopped it, I..."

"That's none of your business," Xi Yao interrupted him, her eyes darting around as she changed the subject. "Tonight is our wedding night, are you sure you want to talk about these irrelevant things?"

As soon as Xi Yao finished speaking, Liang Zhizhou's ears turned bright red.

He glanced at the person next to him, then, as if lost in thought, his gaze drifted away.

"Why aren't you looking at me?" Xi Yao leaned forward half an inch, almost touching me. "Are you nervous? Or shy?"

Liang Zhizhou gripped his sleeve, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.

He was indeed nervous.

It wasn't out of fear, but because her breath brushed against his neck, carrying a faint fragrance, both hot and tingling.

His heart was pounding violently in his chest, as if it were about to burst out of his bones.

"I...I didn't." Liang Zhizhou's voice lowered, lacking confidence after lying.

Xi Yao turned her head to look at him, then suddenly reached out and touched his burning earlobe with her fingertips.

Liang Zhizhou froze.

"Your skin is so red it's practically bleeding." Xi Yao feigned surprise. "You still say it isn't? Huh?"

Her "hmm" trailed off with a soft, drawn-out tone, like a cat's paw gently scratching.

Liang Zhizhou felt a tingling sensation running from the tips of his ears to his spine, his breathing became erratic for a moment, and he involuntarily leaned back.

Xi Yao took the opportunity to move closer and simply sat on his lap.

"Why are you hiding?" she asked with a smile, her gaze lingering from his eyes to his lips. "Am I that scary?"

Liang Zhizhou lowered his eyelids, his thick eyelashes trembling slightly.

He wasn't afraid of her.

He was afraid of himself.

I'm afraid that if I reach out, I'll never be able to maintain my composure and self-control as before.

I was afraid I would hurt her.

But Xi Yao wouldn't let him hide.

She lowered her head, leaned close to his ear, and placed one hand on his chest: "Husband, your heart is beating so fast."

Liang Zhizhou suddenly looked up.

That "husband" was like a small hammer, striking his heart precisely, making him tense up.

He could hear his own breathing quicken for a moment, and the changes in his body that he could no longer hide.

Xi Yao had already sensed it. She stepped back slightly and looked at him with a smile, her eyes full of cunning.

Like a little fox that has just stolen some fish.

"Yaoyao." Liang Zhizhou tried his best to calm himself down. His voice was a little hoarse, but still gentle, with a hint of helpless laughter. "Did you do that on purpose?"

"What do you mean, intentionally?" Xi Yao blinked, looking completely innocent.

Liang Zhizhou took a deep breath, raised his hand, and gently grasped the hand that was resting on his chest.

Xi Yao was taken aback.

He didn't use force, just loosely gathered his fingers, but his fingertips were slightly hot.

He looked at her as if she were an extremely precious piece of porcelain, his gaze incredibly tender.

"Yao Yao," Liang Zhizhou called out softly, his voice filled with love and desire.

Xi Yao's heart skipped a beat, and she could no longer smile.

Why is this person like this?

He was the one being teased, but in the end it seemed like the roles were reversed.

Before she could react, Liang Zhizhou had already let go, pulled over the blanket next to him, and gently wrapped her up.

"It's chilly at night, you're not well, don't catch a cold."

Xi Yao: "..."

I was so angry I almost laughed.

On their wedding night, with the atmosphere so perfect, he wrapped her in a blanket, saying he was afraid she'd catch a cold.

Don't think she doesn't know; he's about to explode.

"Liang Zhizhou," Xi Yao called him by his full name, her tone dangerous.

Liang Zhizhou looked up, his gaze clear and gentle enough to drown a person.

Xi Yao stared at him for three seconds, sighed resignedly, reached out and grabbed his collar, pulling him closer to her.

Caught off guard, Liang Zhizhou leaned forward, his nose brushing against hers.

The flickering light of the red candles in the tent cast the shadows of the two people together.

"You..." Liang Zhizhou's voice caught in his throat.

Xi Yao bit his lip, silencing all his words.

Liang Zhizhou was stunned for only a moment before he grabbed her waist and flipped her over, pinning her down.

He lowered his head to return the kiss, his breath hot and lingering on her, the kiss sliding from her lips to her chin, and then to the side of her neck.

Xi Yao's fingertips dug into his back, and she could hear her own heart pounding deafeningly.

His palm rested on her waistline, sending shivers down her spine wherever it touched.

Xi Yao looked up and gasped for breath, but her wrist was grabbed and pressed against the pillow, their fingers intertwined.

The candle flickered and crackled, leaving only the mingling of breaths and soft moans inside the tent.

Red tears slowly streamed down the candle.

This night was both long and short.