Ren Yingying felt as if she had had a very long dream. In her dream, she had already arrived at the Underworld. It was pitch-black everywhere, and a chilly wind blew. Although she was the Holy Maiden of the Sun Moon God Sect, and was more knowledgeable and courageous than the average woman, she still felt her hair stand on end. Especially that bone-piercing cold, it almost froze her thoughts.
She wandered aimlessly in this empty and cold world, unknowingly following the crowd of other little ghosts — oh, that's not right, it should be called a ghost tide. She involuntarily arrived at the Bridge of Helplessness. Meng Po brought her a bowl of soup and asked her to drink it.
Ren Yingying was a little hesitant. She faintly felt that she couldn't drink this soup, as if someone important was waiting for her. But when she thought about it carefully, she couldn't remember that person's name at all. Even his appearance was a blur. A man covered in golden light appeared and knocked over the bowl of Meng Po's soup. Then, he picked her up and ran back, with a large group of Ghost Constables chasing after the two.
Due to a woman's reserved nature, Ren Yingying subconsciously wanted to push away the man who was hugging her. But after pushing a few times, the man hugged her even tighter.
Although she was extremely shy, the warmth from the man's body dispelled the bone-chilling coldness she had felt since coming to this world.
She suddenly felt a little reluctant to part with this comfort. Ren Yingying pushed a few times to no avail. In the end, her strength grew weaker and she tacitly accepted the man's hug.
She had always wanted to see the man's appearance. Unfortunately, she didn't know if there was something wrong with her eyes, or if it was because he was shrouded in golden light, but his appearance was always blurry.
"Who on earth is he?" Ren Yingying lazily stretched her body in his arms. There was a huge question mark in her heart.
Just like that, she raised her head and looked at the man. Ren Yingying was suddenly delighted to find that her vision became a little clearer. Although it was only a little change, it was enough to excite her. She tried to open her eyes wide. The world began to clear up bit by bit, and the hazy mist on the man's face also dissipated bit by bit.
Finally, she saw the man's appearance clearly. Under the illumination of the golden light, the firm lines of his face became even more handsome.
"Song Qingshu?" A name appeared in Ren Yingying's mind, but she was still confused. Who was Song Qingshu? Then, memories surged in like a tidal wave. Names, incidents … She remembered them all. At the same time, she also remembered all the things that had happened between her and Song Qingshu.
"He doesn't look so annoying when he's asleep." Ren Yingying smiled as she looked at the face in front of her.
But in the next second, her smile froze because she realized that this was not a dream. She was really close to that person.
Ren Yingying subconsciously took a step back. Suddenly, she felt that something was wrong with her body. She looked down in disbelief and saw the other party's bare chest first … But that wasn't what she was concerned about at the moment. She immediately shifted her gaze to her own body …
"Ahhh!" A woman's panicked scream rang out from the hut.
Song Qingshu woke up in a daze and happened to meet Ren Yingying's angry gaze. Before he could say anything, Ren Yingying threw something at him.
"Despicable!"
"Pervert and pervert!"
"Taking advantage of me!"
…
Even though she kept scolding him, Song Qingshu wasn't angry at all. He just looked at her excitedly.
Ren Yingying was even more embarrassed and angry. She desperately waved her hands and scratched his body. Song Qingshu suddenly pulled her into his arms. Before she could react, he lowered his head and kissed her.
"Wu wu ~" Ren Yingying's almond-shaped eyes were wide open. She struggled with all her might. Her nails dug into his body, but Song Qingshu didn't seem to feel it. He just hugged her tightly and kissed her desperately.
"I finally saved you!" Song Qingshu said silently in his heart.
Seeing the excited look in his eyes, Ren Yingying seemed to feel something. Her struggling hands gradually slowed down.
After the initial instinctive reaction, she gradually recalled a lot of things. When she gradually sank to the bottom of the water, he walked out from the morning sun. He hugged her by the river and cried bitterly. In the small hut, he used his body to warm her. He constantly transferred his internal energy to her. Finally, she fell asleep from exhaustion …
It was strange. She clearly didn't have a heartbeat before, but she actually remembered everything that happened just now.
After recalling all this, the softest part of Ren Yingying's heart was touched. She thought of the thought before she jumped into the river: Why is it that every time I'm in danger, it's you who appears to save me …
Recalling all the things that happened when Song Qingshu saved her, Ren Yingying could clearly feel his deep love for her. Then she remembered that she had already married him. She couldn't help but secretly feel bitter: What a bastard, why did he bully me in the past?
Sometimes human feelings are so strange. Love and hate are separated by a thin line. Ripples appeared in Ren Yingying's calm heart, and her tenderness grew stronger and stronger.
Unknowingly, her hands stopped struggling and gently hugged the man on top of her. Ren Yingying gradually closed her eyes and began to kiss him back.
Feeling the change in her, Song Qingshu couldn't help but be ecstatic. He kissed her even more passionately, as if he wanted to rub her whole body into his.
Because the river water had soaked their bodies, Song QingShu was worried that the cold would invade their bodies, so he took off his clothes. At this moment, the two of them were naked. As they hugged and kissed each other intimately, their bodies gradually reacted.
Feeling the change in the man's body, Ren Yingying's face turned red. She wanted to push the man on top of her, but she didn't know why she didn't use any force after pressing her slender hands on his chest.
However, she didn't push him. Instead, Song Qingshu pressed her shoulders and gently pushed her to the ground.
Faintly sensing what was about to happen, Ren Yingying bit her lips, but in the end, she didn't say anything.
Song QingShu picked up her legs and gently pressed them against each other. Ren Yingying was so embarrassed that she turned her head away and didn't dare to look at him. Her skin was already so red that it looked like it was about to bleed.
"I'm here?" Song Qingshu gently looked at her.
Ren Yingying's heart beat wildly. She, who had always been shy, didn't know how to answer in this kind of situation. In the end, she only vaguely responded.
Receiving the beauty's permission, Song Qingshu lowered his waist. Just as he was about to step on the ground, Ren Yingying suddenly frowned and began to cough violently.
"What's wrong?" Feeling the change in her body, Song Qingshu quickly stopped and asked.
"Nothing, you can continue …" Ren Yingying had just opened her mouth when she couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
Song QingShu hurriedly helped her up and held her in his arms. With one hand, he began to check her pulse. His heart sank when he felt the chaotic and weak pulse.
"I'm sorry." Ren Yingying's face was apologetic. She pressed her face against his chest and listened to his steady heartbeat. Although her body was very uncomfortable, she was exceptionally calm at this moment.
"It's my fault. I forgot that you just used the Burning Blood Technique and soaked in the cold river for so long. Your body is already extremely weak." Song Qingshu's face was full of self-blame.
"How did you know I used the Burning Blood Technique?" Ren Yingying curiously asked.
"I found out from the people in the Loyal Army." Song Qingshu checked her pulse while frowning. "Most of the blood in your body has been consumed. I'm afraid it will take a long time for you to recover."
Ren Yingying faintly smiled. "Why are you comforting me? I know that once I use the Burning Blood Technique, it will consume at least thirty years of my lifespan."
Song Qingshu fell silent. Although he hadn't seen the Burning Blood Technique's mantra, Ren Yingying's current condition was indeed not optimistic. She had burned her blood, soaked in the bone-chilling river for so long, damaging her meridians. Then, she had barely been pulled back from the gates of hell by him. Calculating it all, it was likely that she had lost more than thirty years of her lifespan.
"You don't have to trouble yourself. I don't regret this choice. If I hadn't used it at that time, I wouldn't have had the chance to meet you now." Seeing the sorrow on his face, Ren Yingying considerately comforted him.
Song Qingshu tightly held her cold little hand and solemnly said, "Yingying, I will definitely find a way to restore your lifespan."
Ren Yingying faintly smiled and didn't say anything. She just twisted her body and changed into a more comfortable position in his arms.
"You don't believe me?" Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows.
"I believe you." Ren Yingying answered with a smile.
"I know you don't believe me." Song Qingshu bitterly laughed a few times. Then, a determined light appeared in his eyes. "However, I have done the impossible task of ascending to the heavens and praying for rain. I will definitely be able to help you change your fate!"
Ren Yingying also gradually stopped smiling. Her pair of bright eyes quietly looked at him. "I believe you."
The same words, but the tone was completely different.
Song Qingshu nodded. "Right now, your body is severely injured. I will first use the Solitary Yang Finger to nourish your meridians and heal your internal injuries."
Ren Yingying made a sound of acknowledgment. Then, she thought of something and blushed slightly. "Can we put on our clothes first?" When she was in a daze, she hadn't noticed this. But now that the passion had subsided, her shy personality began to cause mischief again.
Song Qingshu shook his head. When he saw a thin layer of anger appear on her face, he picked up the clothes that were scattered on the side and stuffed them into her hands. "Look, your clothes are all wet from the river. How can you put them on?"
Ren Yingying didn't believe him. She touched them and found that it was indeed the case. She couldn't help but angrily say, "Then make a fire."
Song Qingshu knew that she had always been very prideful. What she said was often the opposite of what she thought. Even though she was a bit angry, it was just because she couldn't put down her pride. She wasn't really angry.
"Okay, okay, okay. I'll make a fire." Song Qingshu knew that she was very shy and wouldn't purposely provoke her.
After finding a pile of firewood, Song Qingshu used the Solitary Yang Finger to poke a small flame on the withered grass. Soon, a bonfire was lit in the room.
Ren Yingying squatted on the ground and tightly hugged her chest. She tried to cover her body as much as possible. She said with a red face, "Help me build a shelf in front of me. Take my clothes … to cover me."
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