Chapter 150: Soothing the Fur

Jiang Niannian smiled, her eyes turning red.

There were so many things she wanted to say to him, yet she didn’t know where to start.

She couldn’t hide the gentle joy in her expression.

She gently pushed him away, noticing that something was off about Yin Buqi tonight.

His already pale complexion was nearly translucent, his lips a deep crimson as if stained with blood, and the white cloth over his eyes had a faint red tinge—it must be blood.

His entire body seemed tense, yet at the same time, it was as if he was barely holding himself together, maintaining a fragile calm despite severe exhaustion.

Jiang Niannian asked, “Buqi, you’re Emperor Jiuyin, aren’t you?”

“Mm.”

“How did you bring me back to life?”

“I merged my divine soul with yours and formed a life bond. As long as I live, you won’t die.”

Jiang Niannian reached out and touched Yin Buqi’s cold lips.

“This method… it comes with a backlash, doesn’t it? You don’t look well.”

“It’s just some instability in my divine soul, nothing serious. I’ll be fine by tomorrow.”

Yin Buqi responded lightly.

“You must be in a lot of pain right now.”

Jiang Niannian carefully stroked his hair, her eyes glistening.

“I’m sorry for making you wait so long and for making you suffer so much…”

Her outer robe slipped from her shoulders, revealing the gauzy dress beneath and her snow-white skin.

Yin Buqi’s lips pressed together slightly, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

The arm wrapped around Jiang Niannian’s waist tightened, his fingers instinctively clenching through the fabric.

Jiang Niannian was different from him.

When dressed properly, she wouldn’t let her thoughts wander.

But he would.

Seeing her adjust her collar made him think of the delicate curve of her exposed neck.

Watching her storage pouch sway at her waist made him think of the movement of her hips.

Smelling the fresh, herbal fragrance on her body made him recall the pleasure of burying his face against her neck.

Every inch of skin peeking from her clothes reminded him of the intimate moments they had shared.

Fingertips, earlobes, lips, neck…

His voice was slightly restrained and low: “Niannian, once my divine soul stabilizes tomorrow, I’ll drag that damn Heaven’s Will Dog back and take back everything that belongs to you. Then I’ll shred it apart piece by piece…”

“There’s no rush. Recover first.”

Jiang Niannian said, “That will surely be another tough battle. I don’t want you taking unnecessary risks.”

“He’s no match for me.”

Yin Buqi’s tone carried a hint of disdain.

“But it will still hurt you.”

Jiang Niannian whispered, pressing her forehead against his and releasing a wisp of her spiritual consciousness to examine his condition.

The moment her soul touched his, she was scorched by overwhelming heat.

Inside his spiritual sea of consciousness, flames raged, and cracks of molten lava split open.

It burned so much that she instinctively retracted her spiritual consciousness.

If his spiritual sea of consciousness was in such a state, the pain he must be enduring was unimaginable.

She didn’t dare think about it, and for a moment, panic gripped her.

“Niannian, don’t worry. I won’t die—never.”

They were truly bound together, in life and death.

He didn’t care for his own life, but he cared for Jiang Niannian.

He wouldn’t die, and he couldn’t.

He was used to this pain—it didn’t matter.

Yin Buqi pressed his face into her palm.

“Just being close to you like this already makes me feel better.”

Jiang Niannian felt a sour ache in her heart and kissed his lips.

“If I kiss you like this, will you feel even better?”

“…Mm.”

Jiang Niannian stuck out her little tongue and lightly licked his lips.

“Do you like it when I kiss you like this?”

“I like it.”

Yin Buqi answered without hesitation.

As he spoke, a pair of snowy-white fox ears appeared.

Jiang Niannian touched the pink tips of his ears.

“They’re not black anymore…”

Yin Buqi lowered his hand, his voice quieting.

“Niannian… do you not like them?”

Jiang Niannian immediately hugged the dejected big fox, patting his back.

“How could I not? No matter what you look like, you’ll always be my Yin Buqi.”

She liked them too much to even think otherwise.

She pinched his cheeks and said, “Whether they’re black or white, I like them. As long as it’s you, I like them.”

Hearing her say that, Yin Buqi leaned into her embrace, slowly raising his arms to wrap around her shoulders again.

His fluffy ears rubbed against her, his nose taking in her scent.

His warm breath felt damp against her skin, and the swish of his bushy tail left a ticklish sensation.

Jiang Niannian suddenly had the urge to tease him.

She kissed his lips again and gently blew air at his fox ears.

The ears trembled twice.

“Niannian.”

Yin Buqi’s voice was soft, carrying a hint of spoiled indulgence.

“Touch my ears again.”

“Alright.”

Jiang Niannian replied.

The hand on his back slid downward, grasping his swaying, fluffy tail.

Yin Buqi’s entire body trembled violently, holding onto Jiang Niannian tightly, his breath quickening.

Jiang Niannian cupped his face gently.

“Buqi, I want to see your eyes.”

She reached out to untie the white silk over his eyes, but Yin Buqi suddenly pushed her away.

Panicked, he covered his eyes, his voice breaking in pain.

“No… It’s ugly. It will scare you. It’s disgusting… Don’t look, Niannian…”

Jiang Niannian’s heart ached.

“It won’t. I won’t be scared.”

Yin Buqi lowered his head even more, whimpering, “Even I find it disgusting…”

He was terrified of seeing horror on her face.

The fear tormented him to the brink of collapse.

“Yin Buqi! If you keep acting like this, I’ll get mad.”

Jiang Niannian firmly grasped his wrist.

“No matter what you look like, I love you.”

They stood in a silent standoff.

Jiang Niannian tentatively reached out to untie the silk.

This time, Yin Buqi didn’t resist.

“Niannian…”

His low voice trembled, sweat beading on his forehead, his body shaking.

The white silk fell away.

Yin Buqi’s breath hitched.

The next moment, a gentle kiss landed on his eyelids.

Soft, warm, carrying her familiar fragrance.

“See? I’m not afraid at all.”

The scars of pain were starkly visible, making her heart ache even more.

“Niannian…”

Yin Buqi’s head drooped, his face deathly pale.

Hearing her words, something in his mind cracked like shattered jade.

Excitement, warmth, shock, and deep emotion tangled together, leaving him at a loss.

Jiang Niannian hugged him and took a comb from her storage pouch.

She had read on Baidu that brushing a fox’s fur could effectively soothe its emotions.

She wondered if it would work on Yin Buqi.

“Buqi, it’s late. Let me brush your fur and help you sleep, okay?”

“…Okay.”

Still immersed in sweetness, the big fox was unusually obedient.

The method clearly worked.

Yin Buqi nestled into her arms, making soft noises, behaving unbelievably docile.

But as she combed, Jiang Niannian noticed something wrong.

“Why are there only eight tails?”

Yin Buqi closed his eyes and murmured, “The last one… was torn off by the Heaven’s Will Dog.”

The combing stopped instantly.

The Heaven’s Will—again!

Jiang Niannian’s eyes turned blood-red, an unbearable coldness spreading through her.

A thousand threads of sharp, invisible pain wove tightly around her heart, suffocating her.

The agony was incurable, yet there was no visible wound.

Her eyes burned, and she covered them, but the tears still slipped through her fingers.

Sensing her distress, Yin Buqi tugged at the hem of her clothes and swayed slightly.

“Niannian, it’s over. It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Jiang Niannian continued crying.

Yin Buqi added, “Niannian, don’t stop… I want you to brush my whole body…”

Clearly trying to change the subject.

“…Alright, anything for you.”

Jiang Niannian soothed him, but the rage in her heart only burned fiercer.

She would make that damn Heaven’s Will pay in blood!