TYMIMA Chapter 117

Zhan Pingchuan’s breathing became increasingly deep. Lance’s tail-swishing arc finally gradually decreased. He sensitively sensed something and slowly brought his paw to his lips, licking it.

“Ao.”

He squeezed out a sound from his throat, which truly had no meaning this time, because Zhan Pingchuan flipped over and agilely pinned him underneath.

If Lance were still in human form at this moment, he would properly stroke the little wolf cub’s perked wolf ears, gently rub and scratch the fur under the little wolf cub’s jaw, watching the little wolf cub comfortably curl up beside him, resting most of his body on top of him.

But at this moment, he had become even smaller than the little wolf cub, his activity space also confined by Zhan Pingchuan’s two front legs. He could only hug his fluffy big tail with his paws and look up at Zhan Pingchuan.

The slightly rough wolf tongue began brazenly licking his fur, from his cool nose tip to his soft cheeks, and finally to his trembling ears.

He had to squint his eyes, enduring this affection that displayed greed.

He quickly became wet all over. After one ear was licked wet, it was gently rubbed by tooth tips, until even the short-furred skin inside the ear turned red.

Lance couldn’t help but roll around in place while hugging his tail, his paws intermittently pawing at Zhan Pingchuan’s front legs.

Zhan Pingchuan lifted one front leg, pushing away the little fox’s paws that were hugging his tail, making him expose the soft white fur on his chest.

Lance’s tail still wanted to cover himself, but was gently held by Zhan Pingchuan’s wolf teeth and moved aside.

The little fox’s chest rose and fell, carrying a temperature far higher than an Alpha’s.

Zhan Pingchuan rolled out several hoarse low whimpers from his throat, his tongue licking toward the little fox’s chest.

Lance, transformed into a little fox, was very suitable for being licked all over his body, disheveled, his entire body stained with his pheromone scent.

The rough tongue somehow swept under the fur to somewhere, and the little fox immediately bounced, his body arching into a fox ball.

Little wolf cub, how are you so good at licking?

Lance made the satisfied whimpering sounds animals make when pleased.

The fox ball was about to roll out from under the white wolf, so the white wolf immediately pounced over, gathering the little fox ball back into his embrace.

Zhan Pingchuan nuzzled Lance with his nose for a long time before Lance was willing to relax his body and open up for him again.

The wolf tongue and teeth moved downward, playing enough with the fluffy, nimble fox tail before finally turning the little fox over, back facing up.

The little fox lay prone on the ground, thoroughly experiencing half an hour of knotting irrigation.

All his fur trembled, his mind went blank, his teeth lightly biting Zhan Pingchuan’s front leg, his nose tip twitching and trembling.

The white wolf soothed him, licking where the little fox’s glands would originally be on the back of his neck, until the long possession ended.

Lance lay limply sprawled in the dark chaotic Spirit Realm system. Zhan Pingchuan lay on his side beside him, using his fur to cover his damp body.

One fox and one wolf pillowed on the ten-thousand-zhang abyss, blown by cool black mist, too tired to even lift a paw. The surroundings were filled with the scent of two merged pheromones.

“Ao ao, ao ao ao…”

How is this even more intense than human form?

Lance whimpered weakly. Although Alphas also had a knotting process, it definitely didn’t last half an hour.

Zhan Pingchuan gently patted the little fox’s back with his paw. After a while, they returned to human form.

The little red fox turned snow white, damp red hair cascading behind him.

Zhan Pingchuan’s paws became palms again, warmly covering Lance’s waist.

“Baby, your place is really nice. I’ll come again next time,” Zhan Pingchuan sighed contentedly.

Much better than his bloody Spirit Realm system. The darkness added a sense of secrecy, and that black mist blowing on the skin was like adding fuel to climax.

Lance: “……”

Looking at this boundless darkness now, he had a completely different mindset.

When Zhan Pingchuan withdrew from Lance’s Spirit Realm system, Lance was already fast asleep.

Although what happened in the fantasy space wouldn’t affect reality, those feelings were all real. After happiness, one wanted to rest nestled beside their beloved.

Outside the bedroom window was dark, deep seawater. The flowing water cast rippling light and shadows on the walls.

The light in the room was already dim, pale yellow glow enveloping Lance’s quiet profile.

Zhan Pingchuan tenderly kissed the fine fur on his earlobe: “Sleep.”

A peaceful night’s sleep.

The next day at noon, Lance slowly awakened.

He had rested very well, and Lily could also get out of bed and walk on her own.

But they were still sent to the hyperbaric oxygen chamber for the second day of treatment, with Zhan Pingchuan and Dream Witch accompanying as usual.

After treatment, Dream Witch and Adrian formally met with the king.

Sandro very generously acknowledged the red parrot stone procurement contract, saying they could deliver indefinitely and Tasman would pay on time.

On the fourth day of Lance’s treatment, the exiled king’s confidants were successively brought back, including Chen Shun’an and Chen Mingbi’s widow.

Chen Shun’an walked into the Jellyfish Hotel with a hunched back. Seeing Sandro safe and sound, tears streamed down his face.

“I thought I would never see you again.”

Sandro stroked Chen Shun’an’s graying hair as he had decades ago, as if the person before him was still that child he had rescued from the sea.

“Thanks to you, I was able to turn danger into safety. You did very well.”

Chen Shun’an didn’t find this gesture inappropriate at all. He was Sandro’s most loyal friend and also a child Sandro had watched grow up.

A young woman holding a sleeping child in her arms followed behind Chen Shun’an. She had a delicate face and gentle expression, gently patting the baby in her arms.

During the days of exile in Passion County, she had taken care of the child while doing odd jobs to supplement the household income. Life was hard and difficult.

The former favored daughter of heaven also bore traces of being worn down by life. Fine bandages wrapped around and around, covering a pair of slender hands in a mottled mess.

But she didn’t complain about anything. She always believed the king would be victorious and they would return to their distant homeland.

Sandro looked at her, his eyes faintly stinging with pain for her strength and her loss.

“Luo Ying, you’ve suffered.”

Liu Luo Ying shook her head, as if she could already calmly accept everything, including Chen Mingbi’s death.

She smiled faintly and asked: “I heard there’s an ability that can summon my husband’s spirit. I still have many things that belonged to him. Could you let me see him?”

Abaddon’s body had completely recovered. Hearing that someone wanted to request his ability, he followed the attendant all the way to the hall where ceremonies were once held.

His tall figure stood there, scratching his head, somewhat at a loss.

He had seen many people who would be trapped by the deceased for life.

They begged him to summon spirits to meet with them, and he had agreed to all of them.

But he gradually discovered that his ability didn’t bring happiness to those people. They seemed to be drinking poison to quench thirst. After the final summoning, they would fall into even greater collapse, unable to bear it and choosing to give up their lives.

So now when encountering people asking him to use his ability a second time, he would hesitate for a long time.

“Mr. Liao, please.” Liu Luo Ying opened her palm, where lay a brilliant, exquisite ring. “This is the ring we used at our engagement ceremony—this is his.”

When leaving the seabed, they didn’t have time to pack everything. Liu Luo Ying had tucked all the small items carrying her and Chen Mingbi’s memories into her bosom.

Liao Wuliang was tongue-tied and honest. He seemed to want to advise Liu Luo Ying to think more positively, but after opening his lips, he felt it would be pale and powerless.

He could only pinch the delicate ring with his thick fingers and silently activated his ability.

A ghostly green light orb appeared in his palm. Soon, a pitch-black space wrapped in green appeared before Liu Luo Ying, continuously seeping out chilling ghostly wind that blew up her smooth long hair.

Then, Chen Mingbi’s spirit walked out from within.

“A Ying.” Chen Mingbi called her softly.

When the couple met again, Liu Luo Ying seemed to want to show him a brilliant smile, but as the smile appeared, tears also fell like unstrung pearls, dripping onto the baby’s cheek in her arms.

The baby moved its little hands in sleep, finally gently pressing its palm against its mother’s heart.

Chen Mingbi gazed tenderly at her tears, saying to her with indulgence and helplessness: “A Ying, I know you’re in great pain. You don’t need to pretend to be strong in front of me.”

Liu Luo Ying’s grievances seemed to be touched, and she nearly choked up, unable to speak.

But she understood that their meeting time was limited—Chen Mingbi couldn’t stay in the human world for long.

She hurriedly held the child up for Chen Mingbi to see the baby’s tender skin, healthy complexion, and adorable sleeping face: “Look, he’s doing well. He hasn’t suffered, hasn’t gotten thin. He sleeps on time every day, drinks milk on time, rarely cries, and loves to smile at me.”

She wanted to tell Chen Mingbi everything about the child in detail.

But Chen Mingbi interrupted her, gently stroking her hair with his transparent hand, saying with heartache: “A Ying, I hope even more that you’re doing well.”

Liu Luo Ying’s voice stopped instantly.

Knowing his time was limited, Chen Mingbi said sincerely to Liu Luo Ying: “A Ying, I’m already someone who has departed, but your life is still full of infinite possibilities. You’re the most optimistic, cheerful, excellent, and strong girl I’ve ever met. I love you and hope life can match your efforts, giving you the fulfillment I can imagine. I believe you can definitely emerge from this and live your more brilliant life.”

“What are you trying to say?” Liu Luo Ying asked.

Chen Mingbi said softly: “I’m sorry. I hope your gaze doesn’t need to linger—look forward.”

It should have been me giving you such a life, but I can’t do it now. I love you, and I can’t even bear to selfishly possess you.

But Liu Luo Ying said: “I have a proud personality and never told you—your meeting me on the university campus, me borrowing your student card, wasn’t coincidental. That was my day-after-day effort, my unspoken secret love. My desk had your name written on it, my gaze followed your figure. From age fifteen until now, it has never changed, regardless of life or death.”

Chen Mingbi was momentarily stunned.

He hadn’t expected that their meeting was actually her long persistence and pursuit—his dazzling wife had also had a period of bittersweet secret love.

“So you don’t need to be sad for me. I secretly collected many of your things, even classroom notes you’d long forgotten. Every year, I go to High Tower Guild and ask Mr. Liao Wuliang to summon you. That will be the day I most look forward to each year, the day worth anticipating in my lifetime every year, until death lets me reunite with you.”

Liu Luo Ying could finally smile, her smile clean and clear, just like their first meeting.

—”Senior, I lost my meal card. Could you let me swipe yours? I’ll transfer the money to you.”

The girl held her hands to her chest, looked up, and gazed at him pitifully.

Chen Mingbi was dazed by her cute appearance. After a few seconds, he handed her his meal card, explaining: “Classmate, I’m also a freshman.”

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