The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master-Chapter 1534 - : Yan Ye, Are You Blushing?

Chapter 1534: Chapter 1534: Yan Ye, Are You Blushing?

“Who wants to look at you?” Beiting Huang grumbled irritably, “Didn’t you say you’d come out on your own? I’m waiting for you to come out. I certainly don’t want to visit you in prison!”

Yan Ye could imagine Beiting Huang puffing up with anger at this moment, just like when she stood atop the roof and he asked her to come down, yet she stubbornly refused, only to end up in his arms eventually.

“Huang’er, your husband misses you so much… that I can’t even refine anymore!” Yan Ye had initially wanted to trick her by saying he had forgotten what she looked like, but he found that such words were simply too harsh to utter.

Unless he didn’t want to see her ever again.

A marital bond for all eternity—just thinking about it made Yan Ye feel blessed. She could never run away again, but he also needed to treasure her like the precious gem in his palm, after all, there was only one Beiting Huang in the world.

“You can stop refining, unless you don’t want to come out!” Beiting Huang lay on the bed, the little furball in her arms, her hand gently caressing it. Knowing that the little thing was transformed from a wisp of Yan Ye’s Spirit Soul, Beiting Huang became even more doting towards it.

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What she didn’t know, at that time, was that every stroke she gave the little furball was as if she was caressing Yan Ye’s own body. She had taken off her clothes, wearing only light undergarments, and because of her sideways position, part of her chest was exposed, revealing a well-developed figure and the faint line of her cleavage peeking out. This sight fell into the eyes of the little furball, and also emerged in Yan Ye’s sea of consciousness.

Yan Ye immediately raised his hand to cover his nose.

He was a normal man, and although ten thousand years had been tough, he had never had any intimate contact with Beiting Huang before, so he had nothing to be expectant of. Moreover, with Beiting Huang’s soul dissipating, his pain was unbearable, and he had no thoughts of fantasy. But now things were different, before he entered the Four Directions Divine Prison, he had kissed her, held her, and slept with her in his arms. Now that Beiting Huang was his wife by the heaven-sent blood contract, to remain calm and detached was harder than expecting red rain from the sky.

“This little guy, I really wonder if she is doing it on purpose!”

Her long black hair spread tantalizingly across the pillow, making her palm-sized face appear even more exquisite, and the heroic air between her eyebrows seemed much softer, giving her a more charming look. She lay on the bed, poking the little furball’s belly. Through her neckline, Yan Ye could even see the contours of her modest breasts.

“Damn it!” Yan Ye cursed silently in his heart, closing his eyes. He didn’t know if the little furball was aware of his desire, but it then awkwardly turned its body, its eyes only fixed on Beiting Huang’s chest.

“Haha, you little rascal!” Beiting Huang wasn’t foolish and, after a while, she noticed the little furball’s unusual behavior. Just then, the little furball awkwardly turned around, presenting its backside to Beiting Huang. If it wasn’t covered in fur, Beiting Huang would have suspected its face to be blushing at that moment.

“Yan Ye, is your face blushing?”

When Beiting Huang’s voice echoed in the Divine Prison, Yan Ye felt the heat in his ears and said irritably, “Huang’er, it is a transformation of a wisp of my Spirit Soul and carries my consciousness, but its actions are not entirely under my control.”

“Hmph, making excuses!” Beiting Huang turned over and lay on the bed, placing the little furball on her chest, “I only know that whatever you’re thinking about, it’s thinking about the same thing.”

“Squeak, squeak, squeak!” As if to confirm Beiting Huang’s words, the little furball let out a few soft squeaks and lay down on Beiting Huang’s chest, pretending to be dead.