lcionline Chapter 383 The Cold and Pure Human Buddha Child VS The Adorable and Devoted Demon Cat Emperor [59]
Chapter 383 The Cold and Pure Human Buddha Child VS The Adorable and Devoted Demon Cat Emperor [59]
The room was filled with the flickering red candlelight and a subtle fragrance.
Beneath the slanted red curtains, two figures on the couch slowly nestled together.
Shiga couldn't control the body's words and actions, and could only gaze quietly at Jiang Xiyu with his eyes, his aura calm and composed.
In his hundred years on earth, he had never had such an intimate moment with anyone.
But now, in this illusion, he not only bowed to heaven and earth with the person in front of him, but also became so intimate with him.
Shiga paused for a moment, then lowered his eyes calmly.
All forms and appearances are illusory.
This illusion is illusory, and he is merely a wandering soul temporarily trapped in this body. Since he has nothing in his heart, there is no need to avoid it or care about it.
All of this will naturally dissipate when the illusion fades away.
Shiga silently recited a Buddhist mantra, his mind as still as water.
They nestled together, and the air remained quiet for a long time.
Once Jiang Xiyu stopped channeling demonic energy, he grasped the shoulders of the person in his arms and gently pulled them away.
The amount of demonic power given should be sufficient; too much would be a waste.
Fearing the person in front of her might feel uncomfortable, Jiang Xiyu asked softly, "How are you feeling?"
Shiga opened his eyes, staring at him without moving.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Jiang Xiyu asked again, "What's wrong? Is there anything else that's bothering you?"
As he spoke, he took Shiga's hand and tried to lift the red sleeve on his wrist to feel his pulse.
Following his natural body response, Shiga shook his head at Jiang Xiyu and withdrew his hand.
Therefore, there should be no discomfort.
Jiang Xiyu didn't try to grab his hand again, but simply smiled slightly at Shijia and said, "You must be tired today, so get some rest. I'll stay here and watch over you..."
He pretended to stand up.
The next moment, his figure froze.
Shiga suddenly raised his hand and grabbed his wrist, as if to stop him.
Jiang Xiyu looked down and met the 'bride's' indifferent gaze, which was completely different from her behavior.
His eyes, which were fixed on Jiang Xiyu, seemed to reflect the flickering red candlelight.
The mist from the red candle on the snow-capped mountain turned into water. Its eyes were clear and cold, yet they seemed to convey an indescribable allure, as if it was distancing itself from Jiang Xiyu on one hand, while deliberately seducing him on the other.
Under the lamplight, the beautiful woman's black hair was loose, and her snow-white face was flushed by her wedding dress, as if even her neck was tinged with the alluring colors of spring in March.
Faced with such spring scenery, even an iceberg would be softened by such a demeanor, not to mention Jiang Xiyu's deep affection for him.
He paused for a moment, then sat back down on the couch.
Shiga did not understand what his body was supposed to do.
He watched as Jiang Xiyu sat down, silently facing his own gaze.
So, during the long standoff, Shiga was the first to try to look away, but the body remained motionless, and he couldn't even look away.
A figure gradually began to appear in his eyes.
Jiang Xiyu looked into it and felt as if he were falling into the abyss reflected in the man's eyes.
He was stunned for a moment, and it was in that moment of stunned silence that he was bewitched.
Shiga did not understand the function of the eyes in this body.
He was unaware that those eyes, when looking at Jiang Xiyu, were filled with a silent allure.
He was luring Jiang Xiyu to fall.
The color of his pupils was no longer pure red, but rather a crimson hue, like a sudden sunset in the still night. When he looked at someone, his eyes were deep and affectionate, as if two souls were alternating in each other's gaze.
Jiang Xiyu could barely make out the color of those pupils anymore, until finally, he was completely lost in them.
He couldn't help but reach out to touch those eyes, but when his fingertips touched them, he recoiled as if burned by something, and then rubbed them again.
The indoor lighting dimmed for a moment.
Jiang Xiyu suddenly approached Shijia.
Shiga lowered his gaze, watching as the handsome face drew ever closer.
The fragrance lingering in his nostrils gradually became richer, and when he felt the other person's breath completely envelop him, for a moment, Shiga felt that even if this intimacy in the illusion was fake, he absolutely could not accept it.
I cannot accept being in this body, nor can I accept such intimacy with the person in front of me.
Their breaths mingled, and that warm kiss was so close.
Shiga was about to do something...
Until he raised his eyes, he finally saw the face of the woman he was going to marry through her eyes.
The person reflected in those pupils was him...
But the black hair and red clothes... it doesn't seem to be him...
Shiga stood frozen in place, his eyes lowered to conceal the lifeless stillness within, yet at this moment, he seemed momentarily flustered.
Jiang Xiyu's hands, which had been stroking his eyes, had already slid down to his cheek.
His silhouette, flickering in the candlelight, lifted Shiga's chin with a slight effort. He lowered his head, and when their noses met, he tentatively touched Shiga's nose before finally letting his thin lips fall.
Shiga looked down, and as the air thickened with the scent of breath, his long eyelashes seemed to tremble slightly.
That was the moment that jolted him awake.
Shiga stiffened, then suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Jiang Xiyu's arm, his fingertips seemingly burning hot.
"Do not……"
The voice was very soft and faint, almost inaudible.
Unbeknownst to them, Shiga had already regained the ability to control this body.
Jiang Xiyu was stunned.
The sky outside had already darkened, the red candles flickered, and it was an auspicious time for the bridal chamber.
A cool, refreshing temple incense suddenly wafted into the room, disrupting the intoxication and causing Jiang Xiyu's body to tremble uncontrollably.
Upon recognizing the familiar temple incense as belonging to someone, the dazed look in Jiang Xiyu's eyes vanished instantly, as if he had been awakened.
Their noses touched.
Jiang Xiyu held her breath, staring blankly at the person in front of her. Apart from the increasingly clear heartbeat, she was completely stiff and didn't know what to do.
He couldn't seem to feel the other person's breath, only that the hand gripping his arm was very stiff and very strong.
In this incredibly ambiguous, yet incredibly offensive, distance.
Those calm eyes resembled Yuejia, yet they didn't seem to be Yuejia.
Right, Jiang Xiyu remembered that he had looked into the pigeon demon's eyes, which was why he had fallen into his own illusion. At first, Jiang Xiyu could have simply observed all this greed from the sidelines, but later, as he experienced too many scenes in the illusion, his consciousness was gradually disturbed, to the point that Jiang Xiyu eventually became somewhat unable to distinguish things.
But Jiang Xiyu always remembered one thing: he absolutely could not let Shijia know about his greed. Because his greed was related to Yuejia, if Shijia found out, it would probably arouse suspicion.
As it turned out, he didn't expect that Shiga had also entered the illusion.
Recalling everything that happened in the illusion that day, Jiang Xiyu wasn't quite sure when Shiga had entered the illusion, but at this moment he was absolutely certain that the person in front of him, almost whispering in his ear, was Shiga...
It's actually Shiga...