Who Said My Wife Is A Demon!

The absorption of cold air took only a few moments.

Yang Shifei quickly noticed that the girl’s body pressing down on him became softer, as if all her strength had been drained.

At some point, her initially kneeling posture had shifted to sitting cross-legged with her waist entwined around his.

True to her name, a faint, wondrous floral fragrance wafted through the air.

The girl’s eyes were filled with a watery sheen, like kindling ignited, radiating an enchanting allure that made his heart tremble.

The two awkwardly rubbed their lips together.

After the initial shock, Yang Shifei soon smiled wryly.

It seemed that not only was he inexperienced, but so was Tan Xiang. Even if they were moved by passion, they didn’t even know how to kiss properly.

Thinking this, he barely managed to pull away from her persistently rubbing lips. “This isn’t right. Do you want me to teach you?”

“Who… who wants that?”

Tan Xiang’s face was flushed, her eyes shimmering with a mix of embarrassment and anger, tinged with an inexplicable hint of grievance, tears glistening at the corners of her eyes.

But this interruption brought her a moment of clarity.

She couldn’t engage in such shameless behavior.

Before she could voice her thoughts, Yang Shifei blocked her mouth again, warming her cold lips.

Tan Xiang’s beautiful eyes widened, emitting muffled whimpers, but her mind grew increasingly confused and swayed, her delicate body moved uncontrollably, causing the soft curves beneath her clothes to be squeezed into a tighter embrace.

The next moment, a terrifying cold surged around them, the clothing on the girl’s back tearing apart, her black hair scattering wildly.

Yang Shifei’s heart skipped a beat.

She revealed her true form.

In the moonlight, several black blades could be seen extending from the girl’s back, spreading like claws and piercing the bed on both sides. The sound of the bed twisting and breaking filled the room as their bodies were slowly tightened and bound.

“…”

Yang Shifei’s breathing grew heavier, but the heat in his heart didn’t diminish in the slightest.

With a beauty in his arms, what’s there to fear about spider legs?

He calmed his mind, gently stroking along her nightclothes. Tan Xiang’s slender waist swayed adorably, moving back and forth like a spoiled child.

It turned out that the maid’s figure was more voluptuous than he had imagined.

This thought flashed through Yang Shifei’s mind, but his consciousness gradually became hazy.

Two opposing cold forces clashed within him, not causing intense pain but instead transforming into waves of fatigue and drowsiness.

Resisting the fatigue, he kissed Tan Xiang twice more, only managing to see her seductive smile as she lifted her hair and parted her lips, revealing sharp teeth gleaming with cold light.

…

The sunlight pouring in from the window made Yang Shifei’s eyelids twitch.

“Hiss—!”

Just waking up from his dream, he couldn’t help but inhale deeply, feeling intense numbness and soreness all over his body, as if he had lost all sensation.

In a daze, it seemed like he was entangled in a giant spider web in his dream, layer after layer of pale cobwebs tightly wrapping around him until he was completely immobilized.

“What kind of dream was that.”

Yang Shifei was about to sit up straight when his face suddenly stiffened, and he quickly looked to his side.

Tan Xiang was still lying on top of him, her hair disheveled and scattered, and her night clothes had somehow turned into tattered strips, revealing her slender and delicate body, white and moist, as if made of jade.

And under her shoulders, he could see her ample bosom rising and falling with each breath.

Yang Shifei’s throat moved slightly, unable to bear waking up the dreamlike girl in his arms, even though the bed they were lying on was already in a state of disrepair and had long lost its atmosphere.

He tried to shift his body, only to find that her legs were still tightly wrapped around his waist, like a small animal hanging on him, completely immobile.

Yang Shifei’s expression was complicated. Giving up on getting up and tidying up, he tried to gently stroke Tan Xiang’s back.

All the terrifying visions from last night seemed to have become illusions, and her jade-like back remained smooth and unmarked.

Tan Xiang let out a whimper, rubbing against his shoulder, looking exceptionally like an affectionate and clingy girlfriend. This involuntary charm truly made one’s heart flutter.

Yang Shifei admitted to himself that he was moved.

Tan Xiang’s crescent-like eyelashes trembled slightly, waking up somewhat groggy.

The girl lifted her head, her gaze meeting his, and soon a lazy smile appeared. “You’re awake.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Tan Xiang’s smile froze, and her pupils involuntarily contracted, until her face was filled with shock.

“You—!”

Yang Shifei quickly covered her pink lips with his hand.

“Wait, let me explain first, Miss!”

He racked his brains, sweating profusely: “You absorbed too much ‘Murk’ yesterday and momentarily lost control. I happened to be able to help you, so we…”

“I understand.”

Tan Xiang forcefully moved his hand covering her mouth, the shock in her eyes gradually fading, replaced by a complex and helpless expression.

“No need to be so nervous. I remember what happened last night and understand that you were helping me.”

The girl pursed her lips slightly, her voice becoming softer: “I should thank you instead of blaming you.”

Seeing her so understanding, Yang Shifei breathed a sigh of relief.

Tan Xiang’s gaze was incredibly complex, filled with countless worries and apprehensions, eventually turning into a shallow sigh.

“Let’s get up first.”

The girl loosened her legs around his waist, intending to get up, but quickly discovered the ’embarrassing situation’ of her clothes barely covering her body, and hastily raised her arm to cover her bosom.

At the same time, she also felt a rough sensation around her, as if someone’s hand was pressing on her. Tan Xiang’s beautiful eyes gradually widened.

It was only at this moment that Yang Shifei became aware of it—mainly because his left hand had gone numb.

Tan Xiang’s face changed drastically, her breathing becoming more rapid, a tempting blush spreading across her cheeks, revealing a hint of bewitching charm.

Yang Shifei opened his mouth, his mind blanking out momentarily:

“A plump and soft dumpling, feels good to touch…”

“You!” Tan Xiang blushed red with embarrassment, glaring at him fiercely with almond-shaped eyes, her angry gaze seeming like she wanted to take a bite out of Yang Shifei.

But seeing the several bloody tooth marks on his shoulder, the girl’s anger subsided slightly, and she just glared at him indignantly, saying, “You lecher, let go quickly!”

“Uh, uh,” Yang Shifei belatedly withdrew his hand.

Tan Xiang casually pulled the nearby blanket over his face, her voice turning cold: “Don’t remove it, close your eyes.”

With that, she hurriedly got out of bed, rummaged through the nearby wardrobe, and after a while, Yang Shifei heard a cold whisper:

“Open your eyes.”

Yang Shifei uncovered the blanket and got out of bed, only to see Tan Xiang wearing his oversized robe, the ill-fitting hem almost touching the ground, and the sleeves completely covering her small hands, adding a bit of cuteness and playfulness.

“What are you staring at?”

Tan Xiang subconsciously hugged her chest and gave him a disdainful look: “Pervert!”

Yang Shifei could only show a wry smile. What else could he see with her bundled up like a cocoon?

“…”

Tan Xiang lightly bit her lip, speechless for a moment as she stood in place.

She remembered clearly what happened last night.

This man wasn’t as gentle and refined as he appeared on the surface. He looked honest and straightforward, but he was actually a fierce beast. Just because…

Tan Xiang subconsciously touched her forehead, her gaze avoiding his: “Last night, we hadn’t… gone all the way. So, young master, you don’t need to be too nervous.”

Yang Shifei smiled helplessly, “Do you want to return to the Luo Mansion like this?”

“No one will find out,” Tan Xiang said firmly.

She took a deep breath, trying to clear her mind of distractions, returning to her usual cold and ruthless demeanor as a servant of the Luo family.

She glanced coldly at him, “Don’t reveal my secret to outsiders, and I won’t reveal your peculiar ability. As for what happened last night, you better forget it all.”

“Can I tell Miss Luo then?”

“…You can.”

With that, she turned and walked away.

Yang Shifei quickly put on his robe and escorted her to the door, not saying anything to stop her.

Seeing her hurried and erratic steps, it was best to let her calm down a bit for now.

“Interesting~”

At this moment, the light laughter of a girl came from behind.

Yang Shifei turned back at the sound, only to see Yue Rui leaning against the window sill, her playful and cute smile from the past nowhere to be seen, only a pair of eyes twinkling with a faint light, “You two have been at odds all night with your tongues.”

Yang Shifei was speechless.

Almost forgot, this girl is a genuine night owl.

Wait, how long had she been eavesdropping?!