I'm his wife, how come I don't know?

When walking back from Xingchen Peak.

Mo Yao was going to support Lu Shuyan's arm.

But Lu Shuyan broke free.

Lu Shuyan's struggle was like a cold wind in winter, which instantly chilled Mo Yao's heart.

Along the way, he would secretly glance at Lu Shuyan from time to time.

He wanted to reach out his hand many times when Lu Shuyan staggered, but pulled it back in hesitation.

Mo Yao gritted his teeth and followed him towards the cave.

Just in front of the threshold of the cave, Lu Shuyan accidentally tripped over a spiritual herb.

The body loses balance and leans forward.

Mo Yao reacted very quickly, almost instinctively, and he stretched out his hand.

He held Lu Shuyan's waist firmly and held him tightly in his arms.

Lu Shuyan's eyes turned red with anger, and he pushed Mo Yao away forcefully.

One of them lost his balance and fell to the ground again.

Mo Yao's heart was filled with guilt and anxiety. He hurried forward and wanted to help Lu Shuyan up again.

Lu Shuyan looked up and glared at him, shouting, "Don't touch me."

Mo Yao's movements came to an abrupt halt and his body paused.

The whole person was frightened by his roar and stood still, as if his limbs were filled with cement.

Mo Yao's body began to tremble involuntarily.

An unprecedented sense of panic began to spread in his heart.

He looked at Lu Shuyan: "Brother..."

Lu Shuyan closed his eyes and sat on the ground.

"I am the chief disciple of Xingchen Peak, and you are the second disciple of Xingchen Peak."

"Our every move is a role model for the disciples below us. How dare you!"

"How dare you!"

Mo Yao knelt beside Lu Shuyan, his eyes filled with tears and his voice choked:

"I'm sorry, brother. I just... I..." Mo Yao grabbed the spiritual herbs on the ground in pain.

Tears were falling in big drops.

When Lu Shuyan saw his appearance, his heart felt as if pierced by a sharp knife and the pain was unbearable.

He closed his eyes, turned his head away, and made his decision with an almost cruel calmness:

"From now on, don't come to me again unless it's necessary."

There was determination in his voice, and his hands were clenched tightly, suppressing the fluctuations in his heart.

"Master is already tired enough, let's not add to his troubles."

Mo Yao's eyes turned red in an instant.

This time it’s not a red feeling of grievance, but a kind of obsession.

The only thing echoing in his mind was "Don't come to see me again", which made him feel unprecedentedly abandoned and desperate.

Don't come to me again.

Lu Shuyan hated him.

Lu Shuyan doesn't want him anymore.

This thought corroded his mind like poison...

Lu Shuyan noticed that Mo Yao was in an abnormal state and he quickly turned around.

Mo Yao's eyes gradually turned scarlet, which was a sign of being possessed by a demon.

He's about to become a demon again.

"Mo Yao!"

"Cough, cough, cough——" Lu Shuyan got angry and started coughing violently.

"He doesn't want me anymore..." Mo Yao squatted on the spot, the black energy and the red energy clashed violently.

Mo Yao's body trembled slightly as Lu Shuyan spoke. He was like a poor abandoned child.

Holding myself helplessly.

There was a deep sense of confusion and loss in his eyes.

His heart was filled with despair, and he kept repeating:

"He doesn't want me anymore..."

Lu Shuyan didn't expect that just one sentence from him could cause Mo Yao to be so upset.

He felt a pang of heartache and self-blame.

He was struggling inside, he didn't want to see Mo Yao in so much pain.

Finally, he suppressed his surging blood and energy, stretched out his hand, and tightly grasped Mo Yao's hand.

In a coaxing tone, he said, "I want you to never say such things again, Mo Yao, calm down."

When Mo Yao heard Lu Shuyan's words, he raised his head and his pupils suddenly contracted.

A strong feeling of panic came over me.

He couldn't believe his ears and his heart was filled with doubt and distrust.

He shook his head, his voice filled with despair: "You lied to me."

"You lied to me!" Mo Yao's voice became louder and louder, and his emotions became more and more agitated.

"He said he didn't want me anymore!"

"He said he didn't want me anymore!"

When Lu Shuyan saw Mo Yao's condition, he was completely panicked.

He wanted to take out the jade slip and call Jiang Chu over.

Mo Yao's movements suddenly became rapid and powerful, and he clamped Lu Shuyan's wrist tightly.

It was as if he was using up his last bit of strength to grab something that was about to be lost.

His vision was blurry and tears welled up in his eyes.

The voice was filled with grief and pleading: "Brother, I will be very good."

"Brother, please don't leave me. I will never kiss you secretly again."

"Brother, I'll be obedient. I secretly like you, okay? Please don't leave me."

"Okay..." Mo Yao's voice became smaller and smaller.

He almost choked as he spoke these words, his heart filled with helplessness and fear.

Afraid of being abandoned by Lu Shuyan.

Lu Shuyan's mind was in a mess and his chest was filled with excruciating pain.

Those tearful scarlet eyes and the friendship that was like a flood of tides overwhelmed him.

The heart-wrenching pain also buried him.

Heavy but powerless.

He sighed.

The clamp that cannot be broken free of, the jade token that falls.

But at this moment, he made a decision.

He opened his eyes again, moved closer to Mo Yao, and kissed his forehead gently.

"Okay, stop making trouble. I want you."

Just this moment.

Everything around lost its sound, the sound of the wind, the sound of grass and trees, the sound of demonic energy, everything returned to silence.

The scarlet in Mo Yao's eyes faded away, and tears flowed down his cheeks.

He hugged Lu Shuyan suddenly.

With a hoarse voice and choking sobs, he said, "Brother, I like you."

"Many years."

Lu Shuyan's back was stiff, but he still looked defeated.

She hugged him back gently.

"From now on, don't become possessed by the devil. Promise me."

Mo Yao hummed softly into his neck with a nasal tone.

"As long as you want me, I won't be possessed by the devil."

What else can Lu Shuyan say: "Yeah."

Mo Yao was instantly happy again.

She let go of Lu Shuyan, looked at his red lips, and asked nervously, "Brother, I want to... kiss you."

The tips of Lu Shuyan's ears turned red and his Adam's apple bulged.

He turned his face away: "Mo Yao, don't push your luck."

"Oh...my stomach suddenly hurts a little."

Mo Yao hung his head, spoke in a low voice, and was caught in a storm.

Lu Shuyan didn't want to pay attention to him and struggled to stand up by holding on to the spiritual tree beside him.

He turned around and wanted to enter the cave.

Mo Yao held his hands and pressed them against the tree trunk.

Those eyes showed undisguised love.

Lu Shuyan's heart skipped a beat and his slender hands tightly grasped the tree trunk.

He quickly looked away and turned his face away.

Mo Yao pursed his lips and smiled, then suddenly leaned down.

Lu Shuyan's eyes closed involuntarily, and tension and madness extinguished his rationality, occupying his mind at the same time.

Mo Yao's breath was getting closer.

Under the shadow of the tree, their shadows overlapped.

Mo Yao kissed those lips gently.

Instantly separate.

Lu Shuyan only felt that the fresh peach fragrance combined with Mo Yao's breath was sweeping away his reason.

He's really crazy.

Why did I agree to it out of weakness?

Seeing that Lu Shuyan was neither disgusted nor resisting.

Mo Yao trembled with excitement and leaned over to kiss Lu Shuyan's lips again.

This time the kiss was fierce and passionate.

Lips and teeth intertwined.

The breath is charming and as fierce as a storm.