12dz Chapter 176 My Dead Husband Came Back to Cling To Me 27
Chapter 176 My Dead Husband Came Back to Cling To Me 27
As expected, his little wife, whom he had longed to go to hell with, turned pale. She had been so arrogant when he was alive, but now she had no choice but to obediently snuggle in his arms.
This contrast is truly fascinating.
Ni Qing's face was pale, her thick, curled eyelashes drooped, and you could vaguely see the trembling curve. She bit her lip tightly and moved away from the cold and terrifying embrace little by little without leaving a trace.
All of this was in vain. The young man let out a soft laugh. The next second, she was forcibly pulled back. He grabbed her chin, turned her face, and forced her to look into his eyes.
Ni Qing tried to remain calm, but her stammering voice betrayed her: "Why won't you let me go even after you're dead! You clearly didn't like me before, don't you feel disgusted by this?"
Qin Boyue's smile faded slightly, his expression turning gloomy: "What? Are you disgusted? By the way, I have some good news for you: Song Ziyu is dead."
The person in her arms paused, then fell silent. Ni Qing looked up, slightly flustered, but still angrily said, "Don't talk nonsense here. If you want to kill me, just kill me. Why bother making up excuses?"
Qin Boyue lowered his head and smiled faintly: "Do you think I would lie to you?"
She fell silent, staring at him expressionlessly, utterly indifferent. The young man's eyes flickered for a moment, and just as he was about to say something, he felt the scalding heat of liquid on the back of his hand.
Qin Boyue was taken aback and subconsciously looked at her. The other person was silently shedding tears, her delicate eyes glistening with tears, crystal clear, making her look extremely beautiful.
The demon couldn't help but laugh out loud, releasing its grip on her. For the first time, it felt a tearing pain in its chest.
It was as if someone was stabbing him in the heart again and again with a sharp, cold blade.
The person he loved was lying in his arms, shedding tears for another man. How ironic! Yet he still smiled broadly, seemingly oblivious to his inner sorrow.
His consciousness drifted away, trying to recall fragments of what had happened after his death. He remembered his wife being overjoyed; even her beautiful face radiated happiness.
She probably really wanted to die, and now that she knows she's become a ghost, she must hate him even more and never want to see him again.
For a moment, he hesitated, but still tentatively reached out his fingertips to try to wipe away the tears at the corners of Ni Qing's eyes. He regretted it; he wanted her to stay with him, but he didn't want to see her cry.
The other person dodged back slightly, their fingertips missing their mark.
Ni Qing was still shedding tears, and just as she was about to observe his expression out of the corner of her eye, he suddenly leaned down, his eyes cold and menacing, and forcibly grabbed her wrist. The aura of a demon kissed her lips.
She was stunned. Holy crap, how did things turn out like this?
A violent struggle came from beneath her. Qin Boyue's eyes darkened, and he reached out and pressed her head down against his body through her hair.
She had no choice but to endure it. Her eyes, which were already red from the tears that were already falling, were now even redder, like a rabbit's. The tears that hadn't yet fallen slid down the line of her nose and into her lips.
A salty and bitter taste.
Her body grew softer and softer, the air seemed to thin, and she was too weak to resist. She could only let him invade her without restraint. At this moment, Ni Qing appeared exceptionally obedient.
Ni Qing could still find a moment to drift off into thought, but the way she died, could it be that she suffocated from being kissed? That would be too shameful.
Seeing that she had stopped struggling, the young man's movements became much gentler. His cold lips slowly moved away and finally kissed the tears at the corners of her eyes.
He whispered in her ear, his words filled with the tenderness of a lover: "Ni Qing, you have to look back at me. Only I truly love you."
Ni Qing gave a cold laugh for a moment, her sarcastic nature kicking in again: "Love me? You actually say you love me? That's the worst joke I've ever heard! Get away from me right now, or don't blame me for being impolite!"
Stubborn to the end, Qin Bo watched her flare up with a calm expression: "How are you going to treat me rudely?"
Ni Qing: "..." She hasn't finished composing yet, so don't be so flirtatious.
The young man's depressed mood was slightly dispelled: "Song Ziyu just wants to use you. Don't be fooled by him. If that kind of person dies, he's dead. There's nothing to regret. After all, you're widowed, not divorced."
Ni Qing wondered if there was a difference between the two, but she swallowed the words she was about to say.
Although Qin Boyue was powerful, he was not invincible. Maintaining his body in a visible state also consumed a great deal of his soul, but he could not accept Ni Qing ignoring him.
Even if the other person couldn't see him, he would still become irritable and agitated. The ghostly aura surrounding him faded a bit, and before Ni Qing could observe it closely, he was suddenly kissed on the lips again.
It was like a passionate, unrestrained lovemaking, intense yet completely chaotic.
She was so dizzy from all the kisses that she didn't even have the energy to talk back.
He lowered his head and smiled gently: "See you next time, wife."
Ni Qing: "..."
She was shocked by his shameless attitude. Before she could catch her breath, his figure disappeared from the ward, leaving only the icy breath on her lips to prove that what had just happened was real.
Qin Boyue passed through the wall and left, walking casually to the alley entrance, his upright figure almost blending into the night.
Just as he was planning to find a few vengeful ghosts for dinner, he heard footsteps behind him. At first, he didn't pay any attention, thinking that someone was just passing by.
But when the other party's steps were all in sync, he slowly stopped, his eyes filled with hostility as he turned his head.
It was the old Taoist priest from before.
The other person wore a tattered but clean Taoist robe, and his already wrinkled face was even more deeply wrinkled, especially when you saw his lips. He sighed deeply, "Mr. Ghost, don't be too obsessed with worldly things. Do you really want to be unable to reincarnate for eternity?"
Qin Boyue stood up straight with a calm demeanor, his eyes narrowing dangerously: "This is none of your business, mind your own business."
The old Taoist priest sighed in exasperation: "You two are from completely different worlds. Forcing it won't help, even if you kill her."
The young man's gaze was indifferent as he curled his lips in a sarcastic tone: "Alright, you old bald monk, what exactly do you want to say? Just to try and send me to the afterlife?"
The old Taoist priest: "..." Wait, wasn't he quite polite at first? How come he inexplicably got a nickname after just one round?
But he still gritted his teeth: "Do you want that lady to be with you after she dies? I'm telling you today, even if she dies, you won't have her. She won't be reincarnated."
The demon's eyes turned cold: "What exactly do you mean?"
The other party shook his head and sighed, "Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed."
Qin Boyue: "I'm sick."
He assumed the man was just faking it, so he walked away without a second thought, glancing at him as he left with a warning: "Say one more word, and I'll kill you."