SSS-level catastrophe? That's my wife!

"stop!"

An Shuyao's cold voice suddenly rang out, her tone filled with suppressed anger.

"Spit it out!"

The man with the shovel paused slightly, then retorted without turning his head.

A chilling killing intent flashed in An Shuyao's eyes, and she clenched her fists tightly: "Why did Bai Jue stop us from killing that woman wearing the blood-red mask?"

"My brother explained this to me, and his reasoning was... perfectly reasonable."

The shovel responded coldly, its steps unwavering, clearly indicating it didn't want to discuss further.

"What reason?" An Shuyao asked coldly.

Why should I tell you?

After saying that, Tiechao strode into the house, his back view revealing his impatience, not bothering to say another word to her.

"Shovel, iron, spade—!"

An Shuyao suddenly stood up, walked straight to the door of the shovel room, raised her foot and kicked it hard, the door was kicked open with a "bang"!

"Damn it! They've been chasing me and beating me all day, what more do you want?"

The roar of shovels exploded from inside the house, carrying a furious rage.

"I will kill you!"

An Shuyao stepped through the door, her skirt sweeping across the threshold and stirring up a gust of cold wind.

Inside the earthen house next door.

The old man silently lit a cigarette, and through the swirling smoke, he shook his head helplessly, his aged voice escaping with the smoke:

"This couple, after a peaceful night last night, are at it again tonight."

"The word 'I am the king' has come out, so this is what you call role-playing, right? Young people really know how to play."

……

9:30 in the evening.

The 33rd floor of the Zhen'erting Building.

Su Nianhe walked barefoot to the French windows, her fiery red dress swaying gently with her steps, her long black hair loosely tied up, with a few strands hanging down her neck.

She picked up the bandage on her calf with her fingertips and gently tore it open.

Her snow-white skin was instantly revealed, and a smile curled at the corner of her lips:

"That silly Lin Mu, he's bandaged up way too tightly."

She looked down at the neon lights of the capital city, a barely perceptible worry flashing in her eyes, her tone tinged with a hint of coquettishness:

"It's been over two hours, Lin Mu. If you don't come back soon, I'm going to get angry."

"Click—"

The moment the door was pushed open, Su Nianhe's lips curled into a smile, and as she turned around, her eyes were filled with undisguised joy:

"Lin Mu, you're so slow!"

"Cough, cough..."

Lin Mu coughed lightly twice, his voice still gentle, but his pace was a beat slower than usual: "The journey is a bit long, so it took a while."

He tried to walk steadily as he slowly approached the floor-to-ceiling window.

He paused slightly in front of Su Nianhe, his gaze falling on her face with undisguised tenderness: "Why did you come down?"

His gaze then fell on her fair right leg.

Although the three hideous wounds had scabbed over, they were still shocking to behold, though much better than last night.

He nodded to himself, "The recovery was indeed fast; the bandages were removed in just one day."

"puff--"

Su Nianhe couldn't help but laugh out loud, and gently tapped Lin Mu's chest with her fingertip: "Lin Mu, I only have three very long wounds on my right leg."

"But why did you wrap both my legs in bandages?"

"Are you... afraid of being seen?"

"Forehead……"

Lin Mu was momentarily speechless, his ears turning slightly red. After a long pause, he gave an awkward laugh and earnestly tried to explain:

"Actually, you also have many small wounds on your left leg, but you healed so quickly that they're not visible now..."

"Yes, that's it."

"What the heck~"

Su Nianhe lightly touched the ground and took a step forward, her eyes sparkling: "Lin Mu, if you don't like others looking at you, I can wear a longer skirt."

Her fingertips lightly traced the hem of her skirt, a sly smile playing on her lips.

"You see, every time you don't mean what you say, your eyes start to dart away."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly stood on tiptoe, her soft body pressed tightly against Lin Mu's chest, her warm breath brushing against his cheek.

She blinked her bright, beautiful eyes, her voice soft and sweet:

"Or perhaps you wanted to touch my legs a little longer last night?"

"Touch me if you want, when have I ever stopped you?"

"My body is entirely yours."

As soon as she finished speaking, she grabbed Lin Mu's collar and was about to kiss him—

"Cough, cough—"

Lin Mu suddenly coughed twice, and a mouthful of blood sprayed onto Su Nianhe's fair cheek!

The air froze instantly—

Lin Mu's pupils contracted sharply, and he frantically raised his hand to wipe the blood off her face.

Just a second before his fingertips touched her skin, Su Nianhe suddenly grabbed his wrist.

She lightly licked the blood from the corner of her lips, her beautiful eyes flashing with overwhelming killing intent. As her jade-like hand caressed Lin Mu's cheek, her gentle voice was laced with bone-chilling rage:

"Lin Mu, what happened?"

"Don't hide anything from me, don't lie to me."

Lin Mu's fingertips paused in mid-air, then gently brushed away the bloodstains on her cheek, explaining softly:

"I never intended to hide it from you, but... your topic just got us distracted."

He took a deep breath and slowly recounted his experiences on the wasteland in a serious tone.

Su Nianhe's delicate brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and the murderous intent in her eyes swept through the entire room as if it were a tangible force!

Finally, Lin Mu's eyes turned serious: "It's probably the same person from last night, but what I don't understand is why he only beat me up and didn't kill me."

He suddenly raised an eyebrow, feeling that this strange scene seemed somewhat familiar.

Just as he was pondering, a pair of delicate hands encircled his neck.

Su Nianhe tiptoed again and kissed his lips with her soft red lips.

After the kiss, her cool voice rang out instantly:

"Anyone who dares to touch my man, no matter who he is or what his strength is, must die!"

"This matter is too suspicious, and..."

Lin Mu looked at the bandages wrapped around her upper body, a look of heartache flashing in his eyes, and smiled gently:

"Have you forgotten how badly you're injured?"

"Focus on recovering and don't think about anything else."

As soon as he finished speaking, he forced back a soft cough.

Although he did not check the injuries, the belt that contained eighth-level power...

But the slaps made his internal organs churn, and he was almost half dead.

"It's late, I want to sleep, and I want to be held while I sleep."

Su Nianhe took a step back, her arms outstretched softly, her voice gentle:

"Carry me to bed."

"it is good."

Lin Mu stepped forward and carefully held her delicate body in his arms. Then he walked towards the bed, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips.

It feels so good to have someone you love always by your side.

"Chief Ting..."

A voice suddenly rang out, and Lin Mu paused slightly.

He then realized that he had forgotten to close the door.

Qinghe stood dumbfounded at the door before he could finish speaking.

He felt utterly ashamed for interrupting the private time between the Chief and the Red King once again.

Lin Mu, holding Su Nianhe, turned to look at him, her voice calm: "What's wrong?"

Qinghe quickly picked up the medicine box, speaking rapidly, "Chief Ting, here's the medicine box you requested!"

Lin Mu nodded: "Okay, put it there and close the door for me."

"yes!"

Qinghe placed the medicine box on the ground, then darted out the door with a "whoosh," closing the door behind him before fleeing in large strides.