Interstellar Beast World: The Ferocious Beast Husband Has a Wild Mind

Chapter 231 I Want to Enter Your

"You're bumping into me."

Shi Ying stiffened, and awkwardly moved back a little. "Sorry."

Sang Qing rolled over to face him, and pinched his cheek with amusement, "Aren't you sleepy?"

Shi Ying shook her head, then nodded.

He was also helpless, because Sang Qing's body was just too soft and fragrant to hold.

The faint, alluring fragrance lingered around my nose, captivating my heart.

They had just returned from their mission and were rushing to rescue Manzhu Baixiao; they hadn't had any close contact in a long time.

In addition, Ah Wan was too gentle with him, making it difficult for him to control the fluctuations in his emotions.

When love arises, desires arise, and the body will instinctively react, even though he clearly knows that he cannot touch the little bodhisattva now.

The light was dim, but Sang Qing could clearly see the restrained desire in Shi Ying's eyes, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Did you used to be like this?"

By the way, Shi Ying used to seem quite ascetic.

Sang Qing blinked her watery eyes, full of curiosity, completely unaware of how tempting it was to discuss such a question in this setting.

"No." Shi Ying felt ashamed under his gaze, her voice hoarse.

"Then how..."

Sang Qing wanted to ask more, but Shi Ying pulled her into his arms, his warm lips gently caressing her earlobe.

A deep, husky, magnetic voice sounded in my ear, filled with helplessness, "Awan, don't ask anymore. Some things are better left unexperienced; once you've tasted them, you'll crave them."

With a "whoosh," Sang Qing felt a muffled thunderclap explode in her mind, and flames quickly reached her ears.

Even though she had become much thicker-skinned, Shi Ying's blunt and direct remark still made her cheeks burn.

In particular, Shi Ying deliberately slowed down his speech at the end, drawing out a sighing and intriguing tone.

Breath sprayed into my ears, sending shivers down my spine.

Sang Qing stopped asking.

But the burning desire transmitted through physical contact did not diminish in the slightest.

She paused for a moment, unsure whether it was right to let Shi Ying go to bed.

Sang Qing lifted her head from Shi Ying's embrace and gently kissed the corner of Shi Ying's lips reassuringly, "Bear with it for a bit, we'll talk about it when we get back."

Shi Ying felt that the little bodhisattva's eyes were full of doting affection, and a soft touch swept across his lips with a light breath, the touch lasting only for a moment.

He wanted to chase after her, but Sang Qing's small hand held him back.

"I'll give you some emotional support, tell you not to move around, and help you relax."

Shi Ying opened her mouth and gently took Sang Qing's finger into her mouth, placing it against Sang Qing's neck, and let out a soft "hmm" from her throat.

A warm and comfortable atmosphere enters the mind, like a spring breeze or a gentle rain.

Without his control, the spiritual threads naturally gravitated towards the desired aura.

Sang Qing didn't feel anything strange, so he relaxed his guard and let them entangle him.

Shi Ying's mental barrier is much stronger now, and even after prolonged contact with alien beasts, not much pollution enters her mental sea.

Having already absorbed some of the pollution that had entered her mental sea earlier, Sang Qing quickly absorbed the remaining pollution.

She didn't withdraw after absorbing it all, since she didn't need treatment anyway and her mental energy was superfluous.

"Master, I want to come into your room." Shi Ying leaned close to Sang Qing's ear and coaxed tentatively.

Sang Qing thought for a moment and said, "Okay, but you can't do anything bad."

Entering Shi Ying's own mental sea should also enhance his mental strength.

After thinking it through, she realized that she had nothing to hide from Shi Ying in her spiritual sea.

Shi Ying was overjoyed when she saw that Sang Qing agreed.

Does Awan's agreement prove that she trusts him from the bottom of her heart?
After the first guidance, Shiying will be able to do it on her own the second time.

The spiritual threads followed the spiritual barrier that Sang Qing had deliberately opened, and once again arrived at that golden ocean.

As soon as he entered, a peaceful and comfortable aura continuously spread from his spiritual threads throughout his entire spiritual sea, and even to his limbs and bones. This was a treasure trove; even the most mentally unstable orc would be instantly healed upon entering.

Pale golden specks of light floated in the sky, like scattered starlight, beautiful and sacred.

Scattered on the flowers covering the mountain, scattered on the threads of his spirit.

Ah Wan's spiritual sea is truly beautiful.

Even a simple exchange of mental energy would make Sang Qing feel relaxed and gradually become drowsy.

Although she had slept for a long time, she still felt somewhat tired because she had absorbed too much pollution beforehand and was menstruating.

He fell asleep not long after.

The moonlight swayed outside the window, and the male, holding his precious treasure, finally got a good night's sleep, a rare treat.

……

When I woke up the next day, Shi Ying was no longer in bed, but the hand warmer in my arms was still warm.

There was also an insulated box on the cabinet with a sticky note on it.

Sang Qing flipped the paper over; two lines of elegant handwriting, the style of which, like its owner, was unruly.

There's porridge in the insulated box. Remember to eat it when you wake up. There's something at the military headquarters that needs my attention. I'll be back this afternoon. You can call Youfei or Xiongda if you need anything.

The porridge was her favorite pumpkin and cod porridge, and the temperature was just right. You could tell from the aroma that it had been simmered over low heat.

Sang Qing scooped up a mouthful and swallowed it, instantly feeling a warm sensation in her stomach.

He took out his personal terminal and sent a message to Shi Ying: "If you're too busy, don't rush over. I'm fine here."

This place is separated from the Third Military Region. Even if the hovercar travels at its fastest, it would still take two or three hours to get there and back, which is too troublesome.

Besides, with so many people here, why worry about her not having anyone to take care of her?

Shi Ying didn't reply to her; she must be busy.

Sang Qing didn't pay any attention. After finishing her porridge, she went to the window to stretch her body.

At that moment, General Curry called.

Sang Qing closed the window and answered the phone.

After hearing Sang Qing say that he was alright, General Curry breathed a sigh of relief and got down to business: "The East First District has sent over all the crystal cores from this mission. This is somewhat related to you, so I wanted to ask you if you want to accept them?"

"Although the special forces suffered heavy losses this time and the East District went too far, in a serious matter, there was nothing seriously wrong. As you know, this has always been the situation for special forces."

At this point, Admiral Curry's tone inevitably carried a deep sense of helplessness.

To put it more bluntly, if it weren't for Sang Qing, the orcs in the shelter would have simply died and wouldn't have deserved any compensation, let alone extra crystal cores.

These orcs, who willingly stayed in the internment camp for the sake of the little girl, must accept this fact.

Sang Qing understood this as well.

But she was not willing to let the matter rest.

Her fingertips gently caressed the window frame, her long eyelashes framing her thoughtful almond-shaped eyes.

After a long pause, he said coldly, "I won't accept it. I have other plans."

Curry was taken aback for a moment, but then he wasn't surprised.

He knew the girl always had her own ideas and was always surprising; she might actually make East District One pay the price.

The shelter doesn't need a few more crystals right now.

He didn't ask the girl what her specific plans were, only saying, "I still have some old connections in the First District. Just tell me how you need my cooperation."

Whether for the shelter or for the little girl herself, he supported her unconditionally.

Moreover, he always felt that there was nothing a little girl couldn't do.

Upon realizing this thought, Curry couldn't help but chuckle.

I don't know when it started, but this kind of habitual way of thinking has formed.

But upon closer reflection, it doesn't seem to make any mistakes.

(End of this chapter)