After nine lifetimes of reincarnation, the yandere villainous heroine descends.

The night was as dark as ink, spreading freely along the windowsill, but the heavy night could not ultimately conceal the lingering, intimate atmosphere inside.

The warm yellow candlelight flickered softly, merging the two figures embracing each other tightly together.

Shen Shuchou remained indifferent and calm, allowing the person in front of him to lean against him at will.

Faint, mottled marks remained on his shoulders and neck, old marks not yet faded, new ones lightly covering them, all traces left by the obsessive thoughts of the person beneath him.

The surrounding noises gradually subsided, and Lu Wanheng leaned down to completely envelop him.

A pair of deep, crimson eyes, stained with the blood of sin, were filled with an almost obsessive and intense possessiveness, fixed on the person beneath him without blinking, their eyes churning with a morbid and insane obsession.

Seeing the scattered shallow marks on his body, a barely perceptible trace of reluctance flashed across her scarlet eyes, and a hint of hesitation arose in her heart.

She knew that her obsessive and out-of-control behavior would inevitably hurt him unintentionally, but the surging anger and restlessness within her could only be calmed by getting close to him and possessing him.

But when her gaze fell into his calm, cold, and lifeless eyes, that fleeting hint of tenderness and hesitation vanished without a trace.

The obsessive emotions surging in his heart, like the boundless night, completely engulfed and swallowed up Shen Shuchou without reservation.

Lu Wanheng lowered his eyes, his crimson lips gently pressed against his slightly cool lips, first gently touching and caressing them, then slowly taking his lips into his mouth, their breaths softly mingling.

The warm breath lingered around her nose, and she slowly lingered and caressed him, her tongue gently probing and lightly brushing against him, slowly merging and intertwining.

At first, she was filled with uncontrollable obsession and only knew how to rashly and eagerly approach to vent her emotions.

But as they spent every day together and embraced each other, this almost frantic possessiveness gradually and quietly mixed in a morbid tenderness that was unique to her.

Her kisses were tender yet possessive, clinging to his unique scent.

All I want is to hold this person completely in my palm, for all eternity, so that they can never escape me.

Time seemed to stand still in this vortex of love and desire, the air thick with the scent of musk and passion.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Wanheng slowly straightened up.

As she moved away, a strand of silver thread appeared between her lips and teeth.

Stretched to an extremely thin and long length in the dim light, it finally broke silently and disappeared into the still damp stain in front of me.

She extended her bright red tongue, with a hint of lingering languor and greed, and gently licked her moist, slightly swollen red lips.

This scene seems to evoke the lingering, chilling warmth in the mouth, and the deeper, intoxicating flavor.

As the spring was fully ignited, the surging heat instantly swept through his limbs and bones, causing Lu Wanheng to lean back uncontrollably.

Her back was taut in a beautiful yet fragile arc, and her two rosy nipples presented a stunning sight under the thin mist.

Lu Wanheng let himself fall completely into that overwhelming wave of dizziness, his heavy and broken breathing rising and falling in the silent night.

Sweat-dampened hair clung messily to her slender neck and collarbone, glistening with moisture.

Her beautiful figure rippled and swayed like moonlight shattered on the lake, bathed in the dim light.

Every inch of skin was screaming for ultimate pleasure, and the gushing torrents were even more muddy and turbid.

The next day!

As the first rays of dawn slowly spread across the sky, Lu Wanheng had already gotten up.

Although she no longer needed to eat grains, she gradually became enamored with the warmth and comfort of everyday life.

Without realizing it, she no longer saw herself merely as a high and mighty master.

At this moment, she seemed more like an ordinary woman taking good care of her husband at home.

The morning light bathed the dining table, and Shen Shuchou sat quietly in a corner, his expression serene and indifferent.

Lu Wanheng sat to the side, patiently placing each dish on the table into his bowl, his every move showing meticulous care.

"Eat quickly."

Only after she spoke softly did Shen Shuchou slowly raise his chopsticks and gently bring the food to his lips to eat.

Lu Wanheng gazed at him quietly, the melancholy that had lingered in her heart for three whole years still hadn't dissipated, but she still tried her best to put on a gentle and soft smile.

"She's still at home, peacefully waiting for me to come home."

She gently gave her instructions.

In recent days, she has needed to go with her neighbors from Wang'an Town to a market town further east to purchase supplies.

Wang'an Town was already small in area, and the blizzard that swept in three years ago caused even more loss of life, making the town even more desolate and lonely.

A moment later, Lu Wanheng neatly tidied up the clutter on the table.

dong dong dong.

A crisp knock suddenly broke the silence in the courtyard, and she stepped forward to push the door open.

An elderly woman with a hunched back and a kind face stood outside the door, carrying a bamboo basket on her back.

"Xiao Lu, let's hurry up and set off. If we delay any longer, all the good spots in the market will be taken."

As the old woman spoke, her eyes unconsciously peered through the crack in the door into the courtyard. She saw Shen Shuchou, who was resting with his eyes closed in a rocking chair and rarely went out, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Is your husband perhaps suffering from a chronic illness?"

Upon hearing this, a faint chill flashed across Lu Wanheng's eyes, and his aura deepened slightly.

The old woman was completely oblivious to her change in mood, and continued to mutter to herself, "Ever since you and your husband moved into this little courtyard three years ago, I have never seen your husband step out of the house even once."

Lu Wanheng quickly concealed the coldness in his eyes, suppressing the obsession and displeasure surging in his heart.

The old woman lived not far away and was the first person in the past three years to take the initiative to get close to her.

"Alas, I've heard of a miraculous doctor in the neighboring area who can cure all ailments. Why don't you take him there for a consultation?"

The old woman reached out and gently patted the back of her hand, offering kind advice.

"There's no need to trouble you, Grandma. He's perfectly fine," Lu Wanheng said in a calm and distant tone, offering a curt refusal.

Seeing her resolute attitude, the old woman said no more and urged, "Then let's set off quickly."

Upon hearing this, Lu Wanheng quickly returned to Shen Shuchou's side, carefully straightening his disheveled clothes. His eyes instantly softened with tenderness as he whispered, "Be a good boy and wait for my return."

After giving her instructions, she changed into a simple, coarse cloth outfit and stepped out of the quiet courtyard.

The two walked side by side on the road. The old woman looked at the silent courtyard behind her and slowly began to recount the past: "Many years ago, a brother and sister who depended on each other lived in this courtyard. I don't know where they are now. Later, you two settled here."

Lu Wanheng stood quietly to the side, his mind already clear about who the siblings who lived here back then were, and his thoughts stirred slightly.

She suddenly looked up at the old woman beside her and asked softly, "Grandma, why don't you tell me about the brother and sister who used to live in this courtyard?"

"Since we've had nothing much to do on the journey, I'll tell you about it, but that happened ten years ago..."

The old woman slowly recounted the past, and the two walked further and further away from the small courtyard.

After a long while, the courtyard fell silent. Shen Shuchou, who had been resting with his eyes closed in the rocking chair, suddenly opened his eyes slowly.

Before he knew it, a handsome figure in green robes had already stood quietly in front of him.

The figure moved swiftly forward, pulling him tightly into a passionate embrace, the force filled with years of pent-up longing.

"Little brother... I'm late, I missed you so much."

The person who arrived was none other than Si Anhe, who had long since left the Tiansheng Sect.

She was still deeply grieving the death of Xie Wuhuan when she heard from Wushengqiang that Shen Shuchou was in danger, which made her anxious and uneasy.

After that, she searched the area within a thousand miles of the Qingxuan Holy Land, almost like a carpet search, but she still couldn't find a trace of Shen Shuchou.

After searching in vain, she suddenly remembered this old courtyard and immediately rushed there day and night. Finally, in this courtyard full of old memories, she found the person she had been longing for.

Si Anhe held the person in her arms tightly, not letting go for a long time, but the person in her arms did not respond at all.

Her heart tightened suddenly, and she quickly loosened her embrace, looking up into Shen Shuchou's eyes.

Those once warm and gentle eyes were now silent and indifferent, empty and waveless, filled only with utter detachment and coldness, devoid of any trace of the familiar warmth of the past.

Si Anhe was greatly shocked and was about to use her divine sense to investigate his condition and find out what kind of change he had encountered.

Just then, Shen Shuchou suddenly raised his hand, his fingertips tightening, and gripped her wrist tightly.

A faint, almost inaudible, low, hoarse voice gently drifted into Si Anhe's ears.

"Walk……"