Chapter 121: Chapter 121: The Netherworld Wolf’s Seduction

At this moment, he truly couldn’t control his emotions, nor could he control the cold syndrome.

Xiao Jihan was surrounded by a dense aura of sorrow and depression.

It seemed as if he was about to shatter.

Su Muyao looked at him like this, and couldn’t harden her heart.

"You know, if you don’t want to leave, then don’t leave."

"Feeling a bit better is good."

"How about I help you control the cold syndrome first, and we can talk about the rest later."

Xiao Jihan’s deep and clear eyes locked onto her, seemingly carrying a trace of allure as he said softly, "Come to my room."

"It’s inconvenient for the wife to treat me here."

Su Muyao met his gaze, her expression momentarily dazed.

Why did she feel like Xiao Jihan’s eyes were somewhat soul-stirring at this moment?

Especially his voice seemed, somehow, lower and more mellow, with a charming entanglement.

"Alright, let’s go to your room first then!"

Seeing Xiao Jihan like this, she couldn’t just let his cold syndrome take over.

In the courtyard, it was indeed harder to treat him effectively for the cold syndrome.

Then Xiao Jihan quickly took Su Muyao’s hand and returned to his room.

By the time Su Muyao realized it, she was already inside Xiao Jihan’s room.

Moreover, Xiao Jihan waved his sleeve and the door was locked from the inside.

Then Xiao Jihan lazily began to remove his clothes again.

"No, you don’t have to..."

Why was it the same as last time?

For Xiao Jihan, it was different.

"I know the wife uses acupuncture for more effective treatment."

"So I also want acupuncture, it will heal quicker this way; otherwise, when the cold syndrome flares up, I won’t feel well either..."

When he said the words "not feeling well," Xiao Jihan’s clear and quiet tone became somewhat low and husky, seemingly hooking onto the heart string.

Xiao Jihan’s fingers slowly unbuttoned his clothes, his leisurely movements appeared especially tantalizing.

Those long, jade-like fingers gently lifted the clothing, slowly...

Su Muyao suddenly widened her eyes.

This... What was he trying to do?

Undressing felt like slow motion.

At this moment, Xiao Jihan’s cold and quiet gaze fell upon her, somewhat unsettled, as his breathing seemed to lighten.

His outer garments fell, the temperature inside seemed to rise.

Su Muyao reflexively wanted to turn around, but Xiao Jihan lightly grasped her hand.

The movement was gentle, not causing her any discomfort, nor did it allow her to break free.

At this moment, Su Muyao didn’t think to use superpower against him.

He was already having an episode with the cold syndrome, if she acted violently, he might get hurt.

Su Muyao tried hard not to focus on his physique, raising her gaze to look at him.

But she immediately met his deep, dark eyes.

His eyes were breathtakingly beautiful, seemingly with emotions surging beneath.

Su Muyao blinked and said, "Xiao Jihan, are you sure you want acupuncture?"

"Aren’t you afraid I might do something to you?"

"During acupuncture, I could make you unable to move."

She still remembered the last time she came to his room, he had been somewhat testing her.

Xiao Jihan clearly knew he was wrong last time.

"Sorry, it was my mistake last time."

Xiao Jihan didn’t know how to explain, so he could only apologize.

He lowered his head, controlling his voice, saying softly, "Wife, what I said before was serious. As long as you want, you don’t have to do anything, and I’ll give the wife everything."

As he spoke, Xiao Jihan’s face, as pale as snow, showed a serious expression.

Xiao Jihan rarely spoke normally, but when he did, his voice was clear and melodious.

Like the sound of an ancient zither, distant and clear.

"Or, now is fine too."

Anyway, he’s open to it.

Su Muyao’s lashes trembled fiercely.

Her face blushed from that flirtatious sentence.

The air temperature continued to rise.

What’s happening to all of them?

She tried hard to remain calm, lest she be led by Xiao Jihan.

Suddenly, she thought of a possibility and asked, "Is it because you think the Contract can enhance superpower?"

Xiao Jihan showed a bitter expression, feeling everything he said became pale and powerless.

"No."

If he wasn’t willing, even if it enhanced strength, he wouldn’t agree.

But now, he was willing.

Su Muyao leaned forward a bit, wanting to see Xiao Jihan’s reaction.

He didn’t retreat, just stood there, letting her approach.

He didn’t dare to lean forward, afraid she’d step back.

He looked down at her, his eyes seemingly shrouded in mist, hiding the surging within.

Su Muyao tiptoed, reaching out to test holding onto his neck, "Like this?"

Su Muyao tilted her head, looking at Xiao Jihan.

At this moment, Xiao Jihan could smell the fragrant scent emanating from her, looking down into her clear, bright eyes, he couldn’t help but succumb.

His breathing was slightly erratic, the cold eyes lost their quiet demeanor, now seemingly tinted with thoughts of the mortal world.

As if falling into the mortal dust, awaiting her favor.

Xiao Jihan said hoarsely, "Whatever the wife wants to do, Jihan will cooperate."

"So the wife can tell me..."

Looking at Xiao Jihan like this, Su Muyao’s body trembled slightly.

He didn’t avoid it, nor did his body show rejection or resistance.

So was he telling the truth?

Suddenly, Su Muyao didn’t know what to do.

She hurriedly stepped back a few paces.

Xiao Jihan’s expression appeared lonely and disappointed.

He had just been hoping for her...

Xiao Jihan said softly, "Actually, for my Netherworld Wolf Clan, intimate soothing makes it easier to control irrationality."

Xiao Jihan wasn’t a Black Wolf Beastman, but a noble Nether Wolf Beastman.

Su Muyao listened to these words, her fingers trembling.

"Then let’s do acupuncture."

"Acupuncture works faster."

Xiao Jihan sighed softly, "The wife said acupuncture then let’s do acupuncture!"

Xiao Jihan lay down on the bed.

When Su Muyao took out the acupuncture silver needles, she saw Xiao Jihan obediently lying down.

He looked at her with those clear, silent eyes, revealing a porcelain-like flawless, perfect figure, long and upright.

The contrast between his temperament and his actions formed a perfect dichotomy.

Such a cold and frosty person suddenly behaving like this, instead added a kind of restrictive beauty.

"Alright, it might take some time, bear with it."

"Okay."

Su Muyao took a deep breath, steadied her mind, and lowered the silver needle.

At this moment, her expression was extremely focused.

But Xiao Jihan’s purpose wasn’t to relieve the cold syndrome.

He no longer cared about how the cold syndrome would turn out.

So when Su Muyao inserted the needle, Xiao Jihan let out a soft moan, low and husky, magnetic and lazy.

As if he was suppressing something.

He focused on her, his eyes carrying a deeply restrained passion, those beautiful eye corners lightly trembled.

Pale yet breathtaking.

And his chest slightly rose and fell, showing vulnerability and unease, the muscles seemed to flush red.

Su Muyao couldn’t avoid looking when applying the needle, seeing this, her blood rushed up, her fingers trembled, nearly unable to hold the silver needle steady.

"Wife, I’m fine, please continue!"

The way this sentence was said, it seemed like they were doing something indescribable.

Especially with his voice being so hoarse.

Su Muyao’s heart trembled, making it impossible to concentrate, the silver needle in her hand suddenly dropped down, sharp, piercing into...