Ghost King’s Sacrificial Little Bride (43)
After returning home, Bai Weiwei got down from his arms. She took his hand and stared at him in a daze.
He was tattered and broken. The black qi kept coming out, he was incomparably beastly.
The tears Bai Weiwei forcefully stoppered for a long time finally fell. She looked at him through the distressed and aggrieved tears.
He couldn’t say a word, but at her crying Ji Yongchuan’s heart burst out pounding.
He whispered, “I’m fine, don’t be afraid, these wounds will recover when I rest.”
Bai Weiwei sadly said: “If it hadn’t been for me, how could you have suffered so many injuries.”
Ji Yongchuan glanced down at her without a smile, his expression surprisingly peaceful.
He suddenly raised his hand, touching the corner of her eyes to wipe away the tears, “For you, I’d suffer so many injuries. But, that’s what I’m willing to do.”
This wasn’t to brush up her affections.
He was even thankful for the sudden emergence of the trial on the Naihe Bridge, how would he have seen his heart clearly if it hadn’t been for the ghost’s attack.
He was reluctant to treat her as a sacrifice.
He couldn’t bear her death.
After Ji Yongchuan said this, he turned around and left without waiting for her response.
“I need to wash my body clean of ghost qi, only then can I heal.”
As a result, before he took two steps, she pulled him by his cuffs.
Bai Weiwei looked at him with blushing cheeks, “I’ll wash you.”
Ji Yongchuan was silent, his face was also suspiciously red.
The water in the bath steamed. He sat next to the bath and began to undress, he had broad shoulders with narrow hips, and his body was laden with a superbly beautiful sense of power.
On his skin, were all kinds of hideous wounds leaking black qi.
Afraid of scaring her, Ji Yongchuan immediately got into the water, letting it cover his injuries.
He turned around and said, “Don’t be scared, I’m fine.”
Bai Weiwei crouched by the bath, watching him piteously.
When he saw her like this his heart softened, and he reached out to heavily pull her into the bath.
Bai Weiwei wasn’t prepared for his rough action, she fell into the water and nearly choked to death.
Ji Yongchuan picked her up, her waterlogged clothes clinging to his strong body, the decision he repeatedly deliberated in his heart was finally implemented.
“Weiwei, it’ll hurt, you have to endure it.”
Bai Weiwei didn’t understand, “The hurt one is you, right? You have so many wounds.”
Ji Yongchuan sighed, “You endure it.”
That said, before she could react, he pressed her against the side of the bath and reached out to tear open her sleeve.
Instantly, the ghost king’s mark was revealed.
If he didn’t want her to become a sacrifice at the end of the month, then only completely deprive her of the mark.
Otherwise, those ghosts wouldn’t give up on devouring her.
Ji Yongchuan’s eyes were fierce, with his fingers pinching her arm, he whispered a beckoning incantation.
A heart wrenching pain immediately forced Bai Weiwei to jolt.
To remove the mark was as painful as cutting off flesh or piercing the heart.
Bai Weiwei sucked in a cold breath. She wanted the system to give her a minimum life subsistence guarantee, except she also thought of how she didn’t have much life value and couldn’t casually spend it.
If there was no danger to her life, she wouldn’t spend it.
The mark slightly peeled off her body. Ji Yongchuan’s cold form pressed against her, not allowing her to struggle from the pain.
Bai Weiwei’s lips were white, she was trembling and had broken into a cold sweat.
Her clear eyes were confused, even sad.
Ji Yongchuan heard her quietly murmur, “Are you going to kill me, little Gege?”
This sentence made him maddeningly uncomfortable. He couldn’t help but bow his head, constantly kissing her forehead, the corner of her eyes, her lips.
“No, I can’t bear to, I can’t bear to.”
Because he was so reluctant, he did this to her.
Once Bai Weiwei heard this, her sharp pained frown relaxed a bit, “En, I know.”
Ji Yongchuan didn’t expect she would believe him, to trust him from beginning to end.
At last, he could no longer resist lowering his head to seal her lips. He locked her completely within his arms.
【Ding, the male lead’s favorability is at 70.】