darknovel Chapter 240 Kissing her Directly Until She Loses Her Voice
Chapter 240 Kissing her Directly Until She Loses Her Voice
"Those surrender factions within the clan who have already been bought off only need the Roc clan to offer them a way out."
"They would immediately turn against me and attack the reformists led by my father."
When she said the word "father," a very subtle crack appeared in her voice.
"If I return alive, the Peacock Clan will die even faster."
"I can only fake my death and disappear completely from the demon race's chessboard."
"Only then will the Roc clan have one less excuse to cause trouble, and Father will have room to maneuver."
The last piece of embers in the campfire silently crumbled into ash.
The camp was plunged into a darkness even thicker than the dead of night.
"I now have no clan to rely on, and nowhere to go."
When she said those words, Jin Qiaoqiao's voice no longer betrayed any of its previous cold arrogance.
She gazed at the blurry ridgeline at the edge of the night, her phoenix eyes revealing an emptiness born of a lost foundation.
Like an ancient tree uprooted, it hangs in mid-air, neither touching the sky nor the ground.
The body, which had been tense all night, finally relaxed at that moment.
She herself didn't realize it.
The body is caught between the instinct of contract and the long-accumulated fatigue in the heart.
It tilted towards Mo Chengyue little by little.
Her shoulder brushed against the outside of his arm.
Then comes the profile.
Finally, that head, which had been held high for three hundred years, gently rested on his broad shoulders.
Mo Chengyue felt a slightly cool touch on his shoulder.
That was a characteristic of the Peacock royal family's low body temperature, which could be clearly seen even through their clothing.
He did not push him away.
His divine sense was working at high speed in that instant, accurately capturing the best opportunity to subdue this great demon in the transformation stage.
But at the same time, a genuine sense of dependence and vulnerability emanates from the depths of the contract.
It truly struck a nerve with him that he usually kept tightly shut.
He slowly raised his left hand, wrapped it around Jin Qiaoqiao's slightly stiff shoulder, and pulled her into his arms.
He reached out with his right hand and covered her hands that were resting on her knees.
Those hands were icy cold, and the fingertips trembled slightly from the injury and the cold.
The moment his palm touched her, the residual warmth of his pure Yang true energy silently seeped into her skin.
Jin Qiaoqiao's fingers curled up reflexively as if she had been burned.
But the next moment, those cold, trembling knuckles opened on their own and slowly clasped between his fingers.
"Since there's nowhere else to go..."
Mo Chengyue's voice had lost its usual roundabout teasing, leaving only a dry and steady low tone.
"Then stay by my side."
He felt the body in his arms tremble violently.
"Be my support, as long as you don't mind."
He couldn't see the turmoil in Jin Qiaoqiao's expression as she buried her face in his shoulder.
But he could feel the grip on his fingers tightening, as if a desperate person had found a safe haven.
The silence lasted for a long time.
So long that Mo Chengyue thought she wasn't going to respond.
Then a muffled sound, almost swallowed by the night wind, came from deep within his collar.
"Um."
There is only one word.
It was as light as a feather falling on a lake.
Mo Chengyue lowered his head and placed a very light kiss on her forehead.
The moment his lips touched her hair, he sensed that Jin Qiaoqiao froze completely.
But then, that stiffness vanished as quickly as melting ice, transforming into a softness that had completely given up resistance.
The two of them sat close together beside the extinguished campfire, watching the last wisp of white smoke dissipate beneath the starry sky.
Time slipped by little by little.
At dawn, the signal flags emitted a very low-frequency hum.
The tent flap was lifted from the inside, and a hand stained with nail polish reached out first, followed by Yu Jianhuan's still sleepy face.
She let out a long yawn, the hem of her rose-purple skirt rustling on the ground, her lazy gaze casually sweeping across the campsite.
Then it froze.
Beside the campfire, Mo Chengyue sat half-turned, his left arm around Jin Qiaoqiao's waist.
Their right hands were intertwined with the hand adorned with seven-colored spiritual patterns, their posture so intimate that there wasn't a single gap between them.
Yu Jianhuan's beauty mark at the corner of her eye twitched twice.
All sleepiness vanished at that moment.
His phoenix eyes narrowed dangerously, the curve at the corner of his eye forming an invisible knife.
She walked over with heavy steps, each footstep making a cracking sound as she stepped on the pebbles on the ground.
"Yo."
She stopped in front of the two of them, hands on her hips, her tone so full of jealousy it could make you nauseous.
"Junior brother, you really have a good method, doing it without saying a word."
"You managed to seduce the high and mighty demon princess while I was asleep?"
"So, the blankets I kept warm for you in the tent all night aren't worth as much as someone else standing outside in the cold wind all night?"
Jin Qiaoqiao felt as if she had been doused with a bucket of cold water.
She was jolted awake from that soft state, and the color in her face burned visibly from her neck to the tips of her ears.
She instinctively braced herself against Mo Chengyue's chest, about to bounce away.
But Mo Chengyue tightened his grip on his left arm at that moment.
His five fingers gripped Jin Qiaoqiao's waist, not tightly, but not easily broken.
He then leaned down and whispered in her ear, his breath brushing against her earlobe.
"Don't move."
There were only two words, spoken so softly that only she could hear them.
Jin Qiaoqiao's muscles tensed for a moment, then deflated like a bowstring snapped, and she stopped struggling.
Yu Jianhuan took in the whole scene and laughed in anger.
She simply plopped down on Mo Chengyue's right side, her shoulder bumping directly into his arm.
Without any hesitation, he reached out to grab the right hand that was holding Jin Qiaoqiao.
"Why should I have what she has? I've been through so many life-and-death situations with you, I almost lost my life myself, do you know that?"
She forcefully pulled Mo Chengyue's right hand out from between Jin Qiaoqiao's fingers, held it tightly in her arms, and clasped her fingers together.
"I want one too."
Her coquettish voice was sweet and cloying in the cool morning breeze.
The next sentence is a barrage of complaints.
"You said you pretended to be dead in the tent all night, and when I hugged you, you didn't make a sound."
"I pulled you, but you didn't budge. Now that you're out, you're hugging a bird tighter than anything else."
"Don't you think other people's feathers feel softer to the touch than my hair?"
"Do you still feel that the body temperature of a great demon in the Transformation stage is warmer than mine, who is only in the early Core Formation stage?"
"Say something, Mo Chengyue."
Mo Chengyue's head was buzzing from the barrage of output without punctuation.
He turned his head and glanced at Yu Jianhuan.
If this mouth isn't plugged, it can go on and on from dawn till dusk.
He gave no warning.
Leaning forward, he twisted his wrist and pulled his right hand free from Yu Jianhuan's grasp.
He cupped the back of her head with his palm, ran his fingertips through her dark hair that fell over her shoulders, and kissed her decisively.
Yu Jianhuan's voice abruptly stopped.
Her phoenix eyes widened to their maximum extent, her pupils reflecting the magnified features of the man in front of her, her face filled with shock that she hadn't had time to recover from.