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

Chapter 239 Rainy Days: More Than Just Cold
Sang Qing successfully obtained independent management rights over the shelter, and by the time the details were agreed upon, it was already raining heavily outside.

It wasn't dark yet, but everything was shrouded in fog, and everything in sight was soaked in a thick dampness and noise.

Queen Phil had already left, and a guard pointed her to another path, "Your Excellency Healer, this way."

Sang Qing glanced back, sensed Shi Ying's direction, and chose to return the way she came.

Walking through the long corridor and out of the palace gate, I immediately saw the figure standing in the rain.

The heavy rain blurred his vision, and the icy rainwater lashed against his already soaked body, making the man appear even more emaciated.

Sang Qing's heart tightened, and she rushed into the rain without hesitation.

"Why are you standing in the rain here? Don't you know how to find shelter?"

Sang Qing reached out to pull Shi Ying's hand with concern, but couldn't get it to move.

Shi Ying didn't answer her question, but instead asked, "Did you agree?"

The sound pierced through the rain, a man's voice hoarse and urgent.

Sang Qing realized almost immediately that the Empress had also sent someone to look for him.

What did they say to you?

Sang Qing lowered the hand from her head and stood in the rain.

"They say you and Jun Chenli are 100% compatible, that he can be a great help to you, that he's more suitable to be your husband, and that he likes you too. If you marry him, you'll live a happy life together."

"So, Awan..." Rainwater slid into his mouth, making his voice even more muffled and trembling, "Will Awan marry him?"

Rainwater streamed down his long hair, some of it sliding into his eyes. He stared at himself without blinking, his eyes filled with despair, stubbornly waiting for an answer.

Like a kitten afraid of being abandoned.

So he stood in the rain here just to see if she would agree to marry someone else?
Even the temperature of my hand holding hers was terribly cold.

That's so stupid it's infuriating.

My heart felt like it had been hit hard, a dense, overwhelming pain washing over me.

Why does her cat seem so insecure?
She broke free from Shi Ying's hand, and before the light in his eyes faded away, she reached out and touched his face again.

"Shiying, listen carefully, I've made a promise to you."

"I like you, I only like you, having you is enough, I will not marry anyone else."

"My love is too precious to give to another person."

She reached out and wrapped her arms around Shi Ying's neck, kissing her cold lips through the rain, letting the equally cold rainwater slide down Shi Ying's face and into her neck, soaking into her remaining body heat.

I stayed with him, and we were both soaked.

She is also a very insecure person, someone who lacks love.

I want passionate and sincere love, I want love without reservation.

If it's not available, it's better not to have it.

This kind of love cannot be given by many beasts; it only happens in a unique moment.

Put yourself in their shoes, who would wholeheartedly love a fickle person?
Anyway, she won't.

Therefore, she didn't mind Shi Ying's seemingly blatant yet carefully concealed thoughts.

She allowed him to be jealous; she allowed him to be possessive.

Her cat is very well-behaved.

She likes it very much.

The girl's voice was so clear, like thunder splitting through the clouds, each note like fireworks exploding in my heart, crackling and popping.

He reached out, his hands trembling, and embraced the soft body tightly, responding forcefully.

They exerted so much force, as if they were entrusting their next life to each other.

The icy rain poured down, its warmth scalding our lips and teeth. Water droplets rolled down our cheeks, through our disheveled hair and tangled clothes, crashing to the ground and mingling with the deafening sound of the rain.

They kissed passionately in the rain, like a torrential downpour on a dry, scorching summer day—intense and full of life.

……

Under the glazed eaves of another passage, Jun Chenli quietly watched the two kissing in the rain, his heart feeling as if it were immersed in the heavy dampness and noise, a kind of indescribable bitterness.

The Empress Dowager ordered him to undergo a compatibility test with Sang Qing. He didn't want to force her and wanted to pursue her so that they could naturally become husband and wife, but unfortunately, he failed.

The emperor deliberately dismissed the palace servants to prevent Shi Ying from receiving an umbrella, intending for him to lead her away on the other side, but she still went back. He had to admit that no matter how high their compatibility was, it couldn't hide the fact that she didn't like him, nor could it hide the fact that he was late.

……

"Healer, the Crown Prince asked me to bring you this umbrella." The guard handed an oil-paper umbrella and a fox fur cloak to Sang Qing.

Sang Qing turned around and only saw a departing figure.

……

Back home, Shi Ying helped Sang Qing dry her hair, his large hand caressing her face that had been soaked by the rain, his eyes filled with boundless emotions. "Awan, you better not be lying to me, I'll take it seriously."

Sang Qing knew it would be hard for Shi Ying to believe, so she held Shi Ying's hand and rubbed it against her, repeating, "I'm not lying to you, Awan really likes Shi Ying."

Shi Ying reached out and pulled her into his arms, his voice a mix of threat and murmur: "If you lie to me, I'll..."

"What do you mean? You forgot you can't hurt me, you can't even think about it."

"I will never see you again."

A muffled sound came from my shoulder.

Sang Qing chuckled; even her threats were so weak and ineffective.

After a while, another sentence rang out.

"Whether what you said is true or not, I believe it."

Sang Qing sighed inwardly. It was difficult to change ingrained ways of thinking; only time would tell.

"Don't be silly and get caught in the rain next time, what if you catch a cold?"

"If you want to ask anything, just find a place to take shelter from the rain. It's the same if you wait for me to come out."

"Also, don't listen to what others say. Who is suitable to be my househusband is up to me."

"I was discussing the asylum with the Queen..."

Sang Qing gave her earnest instructions, and Shi Ying hummed in response, biting a strand of her hair with longing in her eyes.

"Master~"

He held the soft strands of hair in his mouth, a crescent moon shape hanging down in the middle, with half a strand at the end sliding down his chin and landing on his chest.

It doesn't look like bitten hair, but more like bitten red thread.

Sang Qing: “…”

She was talking about serious matters; he only wanted to be with her.

"Owner……"

Shi Ying called out again, her intense desire masking a restlessness and unease.

Sang Qing sighed deeply, took the strand of hair from Shi Ying's mouth, and wrapped it around Shi Ying's fingers.

He crossed one leg, pushed Shi Ying onto the bed, and leaned over to seduce her.

When Leopard is uneasy or jealous, he always likes to hug her, kiss her, and do other things.

Just like when people are afraid, uneasy, or confused, they subconsciously want to hug or grab onto something, such as a rag doll, an arm, or a piece of clothing.

Shi Ying tried to soothe her spiritual and emotional emptiness and unease with real physical contact, to prove that she loved him, that she belonged to him, and that she would not leave him.

Even if she made the promise, he would find it hard to believe.

She understands.

If she were to travel back to ancient times, she wouldn't believe in the concept of a lifelong, monogamous relationship.

If Shi Ying likes it, then let's do it.

Do it until he is satisfied.

Outside, the rain continued to drizzle, while inside, the room was scorching hot.

"Master, you love me..."

The greedy and unrestrained leopard took the initiative, licking the girl's soft lips, pressing her hand above her head, his fingers slipping through hers, their ten fingers intertwined.

He didn't let go until the girl fell into a deep sleep in his arms.

He will remember it for the rest of his life: rainy days are not just about the cold, but also about little bodhisattvas, beautiful memories, and promises...