Bexia was totally thrown off by Liu Yanxu’s sudden move, but he snapped out of it fast. He scooped up her exposed, pale long leg, lifted her into a princess carry, leaned in close to her face and said, “You personally admitted I’m your husband. A bunch of people on the street saw it. So shouldn’t I, as your husband, exercise my rights a little?”
Bexia lowered himself even more, his hand openly stroking along Liu Yanxu’s smooth thigh. His hot breath fanned across her cheek, making her face flush even redder, and his palm made her whole body go softer and softer.
“You wanna get on top of this lady? You’re not quite there yet!” Liu Yanxu shot back without a hint of politeness. She twisted around and pressed Bexia under her instead, sitting down on his hips. She pinned his hands with both of hers, long hair falling down around them. Her pretty face moved in close as she spoke, a faint breathlessness in her voice.
“Then let’s find out,” Bexia said, his eyes bloodshot. Mainly because Liu Yanxu looked way too tempting right now—emotion stirring in her eyes, that loose wide robe hanging open just enough to flash skin here and there. Her allure had spiked several times over; she was like a man‑killing little demon.
Even with his hands pinned, Liu Yanxu leaning in this close was basically giving him a chance. He stared at her stunning face, and just as she was about to speak, he suddenly lifted his head and bit down on her red lips, shamelessly pushing his tongue in. Caught off guard, she lost her balance, and in a heartbeat their positions flipped again.
“Kissing you for this long, you actually taste pretty great,” Bexia said as he let go of her lips. Right now she was limp and boneless under him, but he hadn’t taken things too far.
“Why’d you stop?” Liu Yanxu shot him a sultry glare. Bexia honestly felt like he was about to just devour her.
“You really want me to keep going?” he whispered against her ear.
“Hmph—” Liu Yanxu snorted, annoyed, then shoved him off and stood up. She straightened her robes and retied the sash he’d pulled loose.
“Look what you’ve done.”
“What did I do? You were clearly the one being more aggressive just now,” Bexia said with a shrug.
“This is all your fault!” Liu Yanxu launched into that classic unreasonable-girlfriend mode. If Bexia hadn’t managed to hold himself back a little, with how cooperative she’d been a moment ago, they’d probably just be starting a whole new ‘battle’ right now.
“Go to hell!” Liu Yanxu yanked out one of her long hairs, turned it into a hair‑brush‑long writing brush, and flung it at Bexia. Then she hurriedly pushed the door open and stormed out.
“Heh.” Bexia snatched the brush out of the air. Maybe because it was something that stayed close to Liu Yanxu’s body, it was covered in her scent. On the shaft, two tiny characters were carved: “Yanxu.”
Bexia stayed in the room for quite a while. He’d just finished treating his wounds when Liu Yanxu came back in. She took one look at his mischievous grin and snapped, “This is my room. Why are you still here?”
“I’m your husband, remember? Your room’s my room,” Bexia said with a smile, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“That was acting.”
“Acting? Then I shouldn’t have stopped just now. I should’ve let the fake scene turn real, and then… heh heh.”
“Go ahead and try,” Liu Yanxu said calmly.
“You wanna go again? I won’t stop this time,” Bexia said, eyes burning as he stared at her. She actually shrank back half a step, spooked. Even as hell’s number two judge, in this kind of situation she was still just a small woman.
“Mmph—!” Bexia didn’t give Liu Yanxu time to react. He wrapped an arm around her slender waist and pressed her back against the wall, kissing her. After a moment, he felt something wet fall on his cheek. He immediately pulled back from her lips, scooped her up in his arms, and sat down on the bed with her.
“Why’re you crying?” Bexia wiped the tears glistening at the corners of her eyes.
“It’s my fault, okay? Don’t cry. If you want, you can beat me up,” he said.
“I shouldn’t have acted with you at all. Now it feels like the trouble hasn’t gone away, and I’ve thrown myself in on top of it,” Liu Yanxu choked out. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her face against his chest.
“You’re definitely my nemesis. I don’t have the slightest interest in other men, but the moment it’s you, I’m completely eaten alive. I can’t do anything about you at all…”
“Heh heh. That’s just your fate. You might as well accept it.” Bexia grinned wickedly and kissed her again, this time more deeply than ever before.
After staying tangled up with Liu Yanxu for a long time, their relationship suddenly felt much clearer. Her tears finally stopped. She leaned into Bexia’s arms, playing with the ends of her long hair.
“So, does this count as me successfully seducing you now?” Bexia lowered his head and asked.
“Barely,” Liu Yanxu answered, turning her flushed face to the side.
“Heh heh.” Bexia chuckled twice and didn’t say anything more, but his arms didn’t loosen around her. If anything, he held her even tighter.
“Right. That Taishan lord’s seal you got is a top‑tier treasure of Hell,” Liu Yanxu suddenly said. “Once you refine it, you can get power blessed by Hell itself. If you fully master it, you can even reach the level of a ruling god in your living world.”
“Oh? It’s that strong?” Bexia took the Taishan lord’s seal out into his hand, genuinely surprised.
“Of course. You know who the Taishan lord is? He’s a hell god on the same level as the King of Hell, maybe even a grade higher in authority. Otherwise did you really think I had no way to deal with someone like Taichang?” Liu Yanxu shot Bexia a sidelong glare.
“If it’s that strong, then I’ll just give this Taishan lord’s seal to you.” Bexia didn’t overthink it. He directly set the seal into Liu Yanxu’s hand.
