Marrying the Soft-hearted Villain

Qing Ruyi had good night vision. She noticed the red-robed Yuan Jue rushing over here like a ghost while Ruan Qiuqiu was still shocked.

That wolf was bare feet. There were scars on his face and wrists from the fiend energy rebellion. His scarlet eyes were half-closed, and his fully transformed fangs were bared. His black hair was hanging down, and blood was dripping down from his two big hands. It seemed as if he had completely lost his rationality.

Qing Ruyi was alarmed. According to her past experience, this was a manifestation of the fiend transformation. By this time, he didn’t have any rationality to speak of and was driven by hunger.

Seeing that Yuan Jue was about to reach them, Qing Ruyi didn’t have time to deliberate. She blocked Ruan Qiuqiu’s line of sight with a soft willow branch. “Don’t look! It’s dangerous!”

Ruan Qiuqiu wanted to refute that Yuan Jue wasn’t dangerous, but a howling wind blew over them. It was violent, cold, and devastating.

The flame on the torch flicked and was finally extinguished. In the cold dark night, the last gleam of light had disappeared.

Her eyes were gently covered by Grandma Ruyi’s willow branch. Ruan Qiuqiu couldn’t see anything. It felt as if the wolf’s warm and moist breath was mixed in that cold wind, and a warm flame was licking her earlobe.

Ruan Qiuqiu instinctively shrank back. Before she could call out “husband”, she felt a pressure on her waist and back as if something was wrapping around her, and then she felt herself being picked up from the willow mat by an unstoppable force.

Her feet touched the soft snow. When she was flailing her hands, she touched something furry. Ruan Qiuqiu grabbed a handful of it. Just when she felt the fur and recognized it as the wolf’s tough tail fur, an unbearable muffled sound came from above her head.

“Husband?” Ruan Qiuqiu raised her hand to tear off the willow branch, but her cold fingertips accidentally touched something smooth.

Ruan Qiuqiu: “??”

She moved her fingers and stroked the handsome face of the wolf. She touched the bridge of his nose and his soft lips.

Wait a minute, she was touching Yuan Jue’s face?!

Why was the wolf keeping silent?

Before Ruan Qiuqiu recovered from her surprise, she felt something heavy between her neck and shoulder. Yuan Jue’s somewhat labored breathing fell on her clavicle.

“Aowu~” Came the hoarse sound.

Ruan Qiuqiu: “… ???”

For a while, her mind was blank. What was he trying to tell her? Standing in the snow, she mechanically tried to remove the willow branch.

While she was in a daze, Yuan Jue, who was in a half-catatonic state, thought he had already told his wife in a deep, magnetic, and domineering voice, “Stay behind me. Don’t move.”