Douluo Continent: Reborn as Yuhao, Your Holiness, Please Behave Yourself

Chapter 347 Huo Yuhao is a Big Bad Guy

Huo Yuhao's gaze fell on Qian Renxue's flushed ears, and that touch of rosy blush softened his heart.

Qian Renxue pursed her rosy lips, her long eyelashes fluttering gently like butterfly wings, carrying a hint of barely perceptible awkwardness and shyness.

Like a kitten that has found its home, she carefully moved her body, inching closer and closer to Huo Yuhao's embrace. Only when she was completely nestled in that familiar warmth did she finally let out a slight sigh of relief.

"Yuhao————"

Qian Renxue's soft, sweet voice rang out, tinged with a hint of tenderness. Huo Yuhao's fingertips paused slightly, and his hand, which had been resting on his knee, subconsciously lifted up before finally lowering it. He simply turned his head, his gaze so tender it could drown water.

Qian Renxue met his gaze, her cheeks flushing even more, the blush spreading down to her neck, giving it a captivating color.

She pouted slightly, a barely perceptible sob escaping her lips: "Yuhao, are you leaving again in a few days? I—"

I can't bear to part with you.

Qian Renxue was naturally referring to Huo Yuhao's upcoming trip to the City of Slaughter. She knew better than anyone that Huo Yuhao needed to constantly grow stronger in order to gain a foothold in this unpredictable situation and to cope with the lurking crises of the future.

But as reason may be, when the time for parting came, the reluctance in her heart surged like a tidal wave, almost drowning her.

Upon hearing this, Huo Yuhao sighed softly.

He reached out and gently pulled her into his arms, his palm against her back, where he could clearly feel her warm body temperature.

Qian Renxue almost immediately leaned over obediently, nuzzled her head against his chest, found the most comfortable position, buried her face in his chest, and listened to his steady and powerful heartbeat.

Huo Yuhao tightened his arms, holding her firmly in his embrace. His chin rested gently on the top of her head; her hair felt soft and smooth, carrying a faint fragrance.

He closed his eyes, her scent lingering around his nose, and for a moment, he felt that his heart and eyes were filled with her.

The room was quiet, with only the gradually synchronized heartbeats of the two people and their intertwined breaths remaining.

After an unknown amount of time, Qian Renxue stirred in his arms, her muffled voice coming through the fabric, carrying a hint of languid nasal tones: "Yuhao—"

"Um?"

Huo Yuhao responded softly, lowered his head slightly, and his blue eyes, filled with tenderness, fell on her still flushed cheeks.

Qian Renxue slowly raised her head, tilting her small face up and gazing at him with unwavering eyes.

"I love you," she said, each word deliberate, her voice soft yet incredibly earnest, the last syllable trembling slightly with a hint of trepidation, "Do you love me too?"

Looking into the pure love and dependence in her eyes, Huo Yuhao felt a warm current slowly flowing through his heart, instantly sweeping over his entire body.

His heart felt as if it were tightly wrapped by something, so warm that he almost wanted to cry.

He didn't speak, but lowered his head slightly and gently pressed his thin lips to hers.

After a long while, he slowly raised his head, his forehead touching hers, his voice low and hoarse, yet filled with utmost solemnity: "Love, of course I love you."

Huo Yuhao paused, his gaze lingering tenderly into her eyes, and said clearly, word by word, "I fell deeply in love with you several years ago. It was then, it is now, and it will be in the future. I love you, Xue'er."

Upon hearing this affirmative answer, Qian Renxue's tense heartstrings suddenly relaxed, and a thin layer of moisture instantly welled up in her eyes.

She nodded vigorously, as if afraid he wouldn't believe her, then nestled contentedly back into his arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist and burying her face even deeper, as if in this way she could become one with him.

"Yuhao is the best!"

Qian Renxue's voice was muffled, with a hint of joyful laughter.

Feeling the dependence of the person in his arms, Huo Yuhao couldn't help but smile slightly, and the tenderness in his eyes was almost overflowing.

He raised his hand and gently stroked her long hair. The soft, smooth touch on his fingertips made him reluctant to let go.

Qian Renxue stayed quiet in his arms for a while, feeling the warmth of his embrace and this unprecedented intimacy and satisfaction. The grievances and unease in her heart seemed to melt away as if melted by warm water.

Not long after, she stirred restlessly again, gently shaking her wrist. Faint red marks remained on her fair wrist, the imprint left from earlier.

Her movements carried a hint of coquettishness, the meaning of which was self-evident.

"Yuhao————"

She dragged out the last syllable of her voice, which carried a hint of coquettish complaint, "It's all your fault. I feel so weak now. You big bad guy, all you do is torment me."

Huo Yuhao looked at her flushed face and the lingering moisture in her eyes, and the scene from just now involuntarily flashed through his mind.

Those enchanting moments seemed to carry a scorching heat, instantly causing his cheeks to flush slightly and his ears to burn intensely.

He coughed lightly, shifted his gaze somewhat awkwardly, and said with a slightly hoarse laugh, "Yeah, it's all my fault. I'm such a bad guy."

"Hmph, you know that much."

Qian Renxue proudly raised her chin, her golden eyes gleaming with cunning, clearly very satisfied with his submissive attitude.

The two teased each other in hushed tones for a while longer, until the moonlight outside the window gradually slanted westward and the night grew ever deeper.

Qian Renxue yawned slightly, her long eyelashes fluttering, and a deep weariness settled in her eyes. After all that commotion, she was indeed exhausted. She snuggled closer to Huo Yuhao, finding a more comfortable position, closed her eyes, and her breathing gradually became steady.

Huo Yuhao thought she had fallen asleep and was about to adjust her position to make her sleep more comfortably when he heard the person in his arms speak softly again, her voice heavy with sleepiness, as if she were dreaming: "So, are you leaving tomorrow?"

Huo Yuhao paused, the tenderness in his eyes gradually turning serious. He gently embraced Qian Renxue's slender waist, his fingertips lightly stroking her back, his voice low and earnest: "Yes, I'm leaving tomorrow. The inheritance of the Asura God is too important. I'm afraid things might change if I delay. After all, I'm racing against time right now."

His voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable firmness. He knew that he carried on his shoulders not only his own destiny, but also the safety of those around him, and even the future of the entire Douluo Continent. He had no way back; he could only forge ahead.

Qian Renxue pursed her lips, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, a hint of reluctance and worry flashing in her eyes.

She opened her mouth, as if she had a thousand words to say, wanting to tell him to be careful, to tell him to come back soon, to tell him that she would always wait for him, but when the words reached her lips, they only turned into one sentence.

She raised her head, her golden eyes brimming with love and longing, and said clearly, word by word, "Be careful, come back soon, I love you."

Seeing the reluctance in her eyes, Huo Yuhao felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if something had clenched it. He lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, his voice tender yet solemn: "Okay, I will."

"I will definitely bring back the legacy of the Asura God as quickly as possible. Wait for me!"

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