Nightming casually arched his eyebrows, a sly smile tugging at his lips, "Routines? In my place, Yao'er, you are the ultimate routine."
His words carried a touch of domination, yet also hid boundless tenderness and indulgence.
Both looked at each other with a smile, their understanding seemed to melt everything around them.
She gently pushed him, her voice carrying a hint of coquettishness, "Alright, stop messing around. Please let me go, or people might see and it would be embarrassing."
Nightming deliberately made trouble, not only did not let go, but also tightened his arms even more. His hand was not well-behaved either.
"What's to be afraid of? The entire Six Realms knows you belong to me. Who dares to take a second glance? I'll pluck out their eyes."
His tone carried a hint of challenge, as well as revealing his deep possessiveness towards her.
Yao Yao was shocked and afraid of being seen. She hurriedly pulled at his hand, blushing and said, "You are getting more and more improper."
Although she said so, her eyes were filled with smiles, clearly indicating that she not only was not offended by Nightming's actions but actually quite enjoyed them.
"Hahaha. Women who claim to be against something but actually enjoy it."
Nightming watched her shy expression, feeling extremely fond of her. Instead of retracting, he became even more unrestrained.
Yao Yao's small face was flushed, her eyes sparkling and hazy with mist.
At this moment, a faint footstep suddenly sounded.
Yao Yao's heart tightened, she quickly pushed away Nightming. The two separated quickly and each tidied up the slightly disordered clothes.
A gentle breeze swept quietly by, petals fluttered to the ground, as if adding a touch of poetry to their disarray.
"Who?"
She asked calmly, the redness on her face gradually faded.
She silently prayed that the scene just now had not been seen by other flower fairies.
"It's me, the Flower Matriarch."
The doorway came the warm voice of the Flower Matriarch, concern in her tone: "My flower god, are you alright? I just seemed to hear some movement."
Yao Yao's heart raced, and she quickly replied, "It's alright, Grandmother Flower. Just a small beast that ran in."
As she spoke, she gestured for Nightming to leave quickly, not to be seen by the Flower Matriarch.
Nightming's lips curled into a malevolent smile, not only not leaving, but also flashed like a phantom. He boldly entered her palace.
Lying diagonally on her flower bed, one hand supporting her head, the collar slightly open, revealing the snowy and exquisite delicate clavicle.
The pose was lazy and relaxed, with her red lips slightly curled, the lip color shimmering.
As if he was the one in charge here, with a hint of challenge and temptation.
Yao Yao swallowed hard, her face flushed with redness, her heart cursing Nightming for causing trouble, but she dared not speak for fear that the Flower Matriarch would hear.
Nightming looked at her with an almost challenging gaze, his lips curled into a seductive smile that seemed to possess the power to steal away one's soul.
She looked at him with a stern gaze, finally decided to enter the palace as well, and quickly closed the door.
The Flower Matriarch, who had just arrived at the door, was given a rude brush-off, her face flushed with embarrassment.
The Flower Matriarch stood outside, helplessly shook her head, sighed softly, and then turned around to leave.
She thought to herself, young people's emotions are truly passionate and hard to predict.
Inside the palace, Yao Yao looked at Nightming lying on the bed with an evil expression and felt both angry and embarrassed.
She walked up to him, stuck her finger into Nightming's chest, and said in a low voice, "Get up quickly, what if someone finds out?"
Nightming, however, grabbed her finger tightly and pulled her into his embrace.
Yao Yao gasped in surprise and almost fell. Fortunately, Nightming steadied her.
He said with a playful tone, "Aren't you usually brave? Now you're shy?"
She struggled to get up, but Nightming's embrace was like a vice, making her unable to move.
"Let me go, you bad guy."
She cursed him red-faced, but her mouth couldn't help but slightly lift up, betraying her inner thoughts.
Outside the door, the steps of the Flower Matriarch gradually faded away.
Nightming's smile grew even wider, and he deliberately leaned in close to Yao Yao's ear, whispering in a voice only the two of them could hear, "A bad guy? Then I'll be a real bad guy for you to see."
Yao Yao felt a warmth by her ear, her heart beating involuntarily faster, and her cheeks turned crimson as a fire cloud.
Nightming's whisper was like a spell, instantly dismantling her reason.
She originally wanted to push away his hand, but inexplicably wrapped her arms around his neck.
The distance between the two was so close that they could almost feel each other's breath intertwined.
The atmosphere in the palace became fiery and intimate instantly, as if the air itself were softly singing for this couple.
"If that's the case, let me see if your 'bad guy' reputation lives up to its name."
Yao Yao's voice was soft and seductive, her lips curved into a contented smile. She suddenly exerted a force, drawing the two closer, almost touching noses, their breaths entwined.
Nightming's eyes briefly showed a hint of surprise, but it was soon replaced by a strong smile.
He didn't expect Yao'er to be so direct, but that was exactly what he wanted.
"Hahaha..."
He let out a low laugh and allowed her to take the initiative.
Inside the palace, the candlelight flickered, casting a shadow over the entwined figures of the two. The air was filled with a mixture of ambiguity and fiery intensity.
Yao Yao's hands roamed over his body, sliding from the delicate collarbone down to the sturdy chest, and then downward...
The actions were both skilled and bold.
As the malevolent god, Nightming was supposed to control everything, but at this moment, he willingly became her puppet on a string, allowing her to manipulate him.
He closed his eyes, enjoying everything Yao'er was giving him, be it gentle or wild...
Yao Yao sat on top of her, guiding the love feast actively, with eyes that were both shy and bold.
Nightming loved her so much in this manner that he would be willing to die for her immediately.
The two seemed to merge into one, in this tiny realm, basking in the release of each other's love and desire.
The moon outside was like water, shining into the palace, draping a layer of silver veil over this pair of lovers.
Inside the palace, only their breathing and heartbeats intertwined together, forming a moving celestial couple's song.
Just as the passion was raging and about to reach its climax, a knock on the door suddenly echoed.
"Flower Goddess, the reception banquet has been prepared, and the flower spirits of various tribes have also been gradually arriving. They are waiting for you and Nighting to join them."
The voice of the Flower Matriarch echoed outside.
Yao Yao and Nightming's movements froze instantly, and a look of helplessness and embarrassment flickered in their eyes.
"Oh, what a disappointment."
She sighed lightly, clearing herself with a spell, tidying up her clothes, and her face flushed.
She looked at Nighting, who looked dissatisfied, her eyes twinkling with mischief, "Seems like our 'bad guy' will have to tone down his sharpness for a while."
Nightming chuckled softly, rose with a sigh, his eyes filled with affection and reluctance.
He slowly put on his clothes, glanced in the direction of the palace door, and muttered dissatisfied, "That Flower Matriarch really has no taste."
Yao Yao chuckled lightly, walked over to him, and reached out to smooth his slightly wrinkled collar, "Alright, don't be mad. The Flower Matriarch is just doing her job. We'll continue after the banquet ends."
Nightming raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a seductive smile, "You're the one who said it; don't try to back out."
He reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, and gently kissed her forehead.
"Let's go, 'bad guy' big man, let your 'evil reputation' echo through the flower world as well."
She chuckled softly, seeing no problem between the two, and then opened the door of the palace.
Yao Yao instantly regained her demeanor as a flower god, and Nightming also put away his evil aura, replacing it with a sense of stability and dominance.
The two walked together towards the place where the welcoming banquet was held, and along the way, attracted the gazes of many flower fairies.
In the flower realm, the lights were bright, and all kinds of flowers bloomed, emitting a charming fragrance.
Yao Yao and Nightming walked side by side into the banquet hall, attracting everyone's attention instantly.
The flower fairies watched this legendary malevolent god with either curiosity or reverence.
