Douluo Continent: My Sharingan is a bit unorthodox

The area beneath him had stopped spinning and was slowly disappearing.

In the darkened secret room once again.

A lone man and a lone woman embraced each other, only their foreheads gleaming with a golden-red light.

click!

The mental space split apart.

Their consciousness returned to their bodies.

puff!

Ye Qiu, holding Qian Renxue in his arms, fell straight backward.

He lay down on the stone bed.

"Uh..."

Qian Renxue let out a muffled groan.

She hugged his neck and collapsed weakly into Ye Qiu's arms.

She pressed herself against him, kneeling on his body, breathing heavily.

The heat exchanged between the two people's bodies.

Qian Renxue's face flushed, and she bit her red lips, not daring to move.

He buried his head in Ye Qiu's body, closed his eyes, and tried to pretend to fall asleep.

Waited for a long time.

After not seeing any movement from Ye Qiu beneath him.

She then managed to prop herself up with difficulty.

With the pressure from Rou Rou slightly reduced, Ye Qiu's breathing became much easier and more relaxed.

"Ye Qiu, Ye Qiu!"

Seeing that Ye Qiu had stopped moving, Qian Renxue suddenly showed a hint of panic on her face.

He kept shaking him.

Check it carefully.

Only then did they realize that it was due to excessive consumption of mental and spiritual energy.

He had already lost consciousness.

She straddled Ye Qiu, her upper body slightly supported by his arms, yet still pressed tightly against him.

You could still feel Ye Qiu's powerful heartbeat.

And the scorching heat.

"This guy, I already told him not to force himself..."

He muttered a reproachful remark.

His eyes showed concern.

Qian Renxue reached out and brushed the strands of hair that were stuck to Ye Qiu's face.

He gently touched Ye Qiu's cheek.

A look of shyness and surprise crossed her face.

I poked it with some uncertainty.

He frowned slightly, feeling rather displeased.

This guy's skin seems...to be much better than mine.

Qian Renxue stared blankly at his eyebrows, nose, mouth...

Her eyes sparkled.

She had to admit it.

Ye Qiu... is indeed quite good-looking.

No wonder Xueke can't forget him...

Her soft hand gently stroked Ye Qiu's cheek, the movement delicate.

It seemed as if it wanted to wipe away those few dried bloodstains.

Watch and watch.

Then I remembered the junk that had popped into his head.

She immediately blushed and her heart started racing.

Look at him quietly.

As if possessed, Qian Renxue slowly bent down.

Four red lips slowly approached.

Ye Qiu's aura gradually became stronger.

I only touched it a little bit and felt a slight warmth.

Qian Renxue's delicate body trembled slightly.

He quickly mustered his strength and left Ye Qiu's body.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she gently stroked her own lips.

Her face was as red as blood.

Looking at Ye Qiu, who was still lying there without making any movement.

The areas that had been touched felt numb, and my heart was pounding uncontrollably.

"Consider this your payment for healing my wounds..."

He finished speaking in a low voice.

He glanced at Ye Qiu and spat inwardly.

He took out a long robe from his soul tool and draped it over Ye Qiu's shoulders.

Then I crossed my arms over my chest to make walking easier and prevent myself from losing my balance...

Barefoot, stepping on the ground, I felt a bit cold.

Just as she was about to open the secret door to her own boudoir in the secret room.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the tea on the stone table.

She slowly stepped forward and took out the water that Ye Qiu had tested for her earlier.

Drink it all in one gulp.

Then, blushing, she opened the hidden door to the secret room.

She hugged herself and went into her boudoir to take another bath.

……

The night has passed.

The Heavenly Dou Imperial City welcomed the first rays of dawn of the day.

Ye Qiu at this moment.

He was lying on a soft, large bed, still asleep.

Outside the purple gauze curtains were some everyday household furniture.

The exquisite decorations all suggest that this is a woman's boudoir.

The outer chamber was quiet.

In the study of the Crown Prince's residence.

Qian Renxue, who has now transformed into the form of Xue Qinghe, is dealing with the trivial matters that have piled up over the past few days.

My energy and spirit are much better than last night.

It's like the difference between heaven and earth.

Golden hair, clean and dry.

He had a refined and gentle face, bright eyes and white teeth, with a rosy complexion.

He looked at the folded document in his hand, a faint smile on his face.

Beside her, the two brothers, Qianjun and Jiangmo, stood guard on either side of her.

Looking at Qian Renxue, who had recovered completely overnight, Qianjun Douluo was also somewhat puzzled.

"Xiaoxue, are you really better?"

"Uncle Qianjun, I'm all better now, much better than before I was injured!"