Fairy, please don't do this!

Emotion can give rise to desire, and desire can naturally give rise to emotion.

If you maintain it slowly, sooner or later this feeling will turn into a deep love.

As An Wanxi thought this, her snow-white arms rose up and wrapped around Gu Jinzhao's neck, welcoming his kiss.

Their noses touched, their breaths mingling completely.

Gu Jinzhao's left hand slid to her waist, caressing her slender back through the gauze skirt, clearly feeling the warmth of her skin, while his right hand lingered on her plump, beautiful legs in black silk stockings.

After an unknown amount of time, a feeling of suffocation came over them, and they reluctantly separated.

An Wanxi's red lips were tinged with a hint of moisture, her forehead pressed against his, their breaths mingling, as if they were still somewhat unsatisfied.

Gu Jinzhao breathed in the fresh air, a half-smile on his face, and said, "So, wife, you dressed like this tonight to seduce me?"

An Wanxi gently stroked his cheek with her thumb, her eyes full of seductive charm, and said, "Between husband and wife, it shouldn't be called seduction, but rather fun."

"Since my wife says it's fun, then it's fun!"

Gu Jinzhao inhaled the refreshing fragrance emanating from her skin, his hand gradually moving upwards along her silky black silk legs, before slapping her rounded buttocks.

"Hmm~"

An Wanxi's long eyelashes trembled, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan, her tone full of grievance and sorrow: "Why did my little husband hit me?"

Gu Jinzhao snorted coldly: "Why do you say that?"

An Wanxi's cheeks were flushed with a faint blush, like ripe, pink peaches that looked as if they could be squeezed to release juice: "Is it because I kept listening to you, secretly helping your junior sister and Qingmei, and getting close to you?"

"You already know, why are you still asking?"

Gu Jinzhao pinched the highly resilient stockings, removed them from the smooth, creamy skin on her buttocks, and then gently released them.

With a "snap," it bounced back, sending waves of flesh rippling through it.

An Wanxi blushed and gave him a reproachful look, saying, "You can't blame me for this!"

Gu Jinzhao raised an eyebrow and slapped her plump buttocks again: "If it's not your fault, then is it mine?"

Lately, this devilish wife has become increasingly unscrupulous in her efforts to help him build his harem.

Whether it was yesterday morning or tonight's two chaotic battles, she played a crucial role.

If I hadn't reacted quickly and with Aunt Ruo's help, who knows what kind of trouble would have gotten into?

An Wanxi's eyes rippled, as if they contained a pool of spring water, rippling with an alluring charm: "If my little husband didn't have such thoughts in his heart, why would I have made a move?"

Gu Jinzhao said with some helplessness, "I do have that thought, but sometimes I can't be driven by desire."

He wanted to correct the peculiar yandere traits of his ghost wife, but he didn't know where to start.

"Only by facing desires can we confront our true nature."

"My little husband embarked on cultivation precisely so that he could do whatever he wanted."

An Wanxi leaned forward and gently kissed his cheek, then slowly moved closer to his lips, pressing them together in a way that was both close and distant: "Just like we are now, we can be intimate whenever we want, why should we restrain ourselves?"

Gu Jinzhao sighed: "This is different!"

An Wanxi's soft, boneless hand caressed his chest, her slender, white fingers tracing circles on it: "How is it different?"

Gu Jinchao frankly said, "You should have heard what Aunt Wei told me before!"

"My destiny in marriage is a peach blossom calamity, and they are the five marriage destinies that are tied to me."

"Whichever path you choose, it will lead to utter ruin."

"Therefore, I can only restrain my emotions and try my best to maintain the balance of the five marriage lines."

An Wanxi gently bit his earlobe, leaving a warm, moist breath on it: "My little husband's method won't work."

Gu Jinchao's vision was blocked by the two full moons, but his eyes became even more fervent: "If my method doesn't work, does Madam have a better one?"

"In my opinion, to resolve this romantic entanglement, we need to act decisively and swiftly!"

"Whether it's Mu Yiren, Lin Qingci, or Yuechu'e, since you, my little husband, have feelings for all of them, then take the initiative and completely conquer their hearts and minds, making them devoted to you and deeply in love with you."

As the old saying goes, "To win a woman's heart, one must first possess her beautiful body."

"Only when their body and soul completely belong to you, and their love for you is so intense that it can encompass everything, even defy common sense, can that love encompass everything."

Seemingly sensing his burning gaze, An Wanxi's red lips curved slightly, and her jade-like fingers hooked the sash of her hemline dress on her shoulder, giving it a gentle tug...

Chapter 87, The Eight-Foot Ghost Bride: Black Silk Stockings and Alluring Heart (3K)

The air in the bedroom seemed to thicken, and a faint, rich, warm fragrance seemed to permeate the air.

Gu Jinchao's gaze was fixed on him, and he suddenly felt parched, his heart swaying with the waves of emotion.

Realizing he had lost his composure, he coughed lightly: "What nonsense is this, 'To win a woman's heart, first possess her body'? What kind of twisted logic is that?"

"Whether it's fallacious or not, my little husband will have to try it out in the future to find out."

"As for now..."

An Wanxi leaned forward and cupped his head in her hands. She tilted her head slightly and said softly, "My little husband still needs to absorb the yin energy in my body and combine it with the true yang fire to solve the problem inside my body."

Gu Jinchao asked, "How do we absorb Yin energy?"

An Wanxi's eyes were full of affection and allure as she puffed out her full, imposing chest: "Yin energy can be drawn in on its own, and it can also be absorbed through certain special acupoints, such as the Tianchi acupoint~"

Gu Jinzhao was stunned for a moment, then his expression became somewhat strange: "Why do you have to use this method?"

Last time, when the yang energy transformed into fire, the ghost wife helped by actively drawing out the yin energy within her body, but now she has to take it herself.

"Because things that are too easily obtained are never easily cherished."

"So, my little husband needs to work harder so that he can support himself~"

An Wanxi's slender hand, resting on his side, gently caressed him, her pale fingers tracing patterns on his skin, bringing a tingling sensation.

Provoked like this, Gu Jinzhao's restlessness intensified, and his breathing became rapid again: "From which book did you read this?"

"It wasn't from a book, it was something I told your Qingmei before."

An Wanxi looked at him with a half-smile: "Besides, didn't my little husband just have that thought just now?"

Gu Jinzhao's nose was filled with a rich, warm fragrance, and his vision was completely blocked, so he could only raise his head and say, "I was just a little thirsty and wanted to drink some water or tea to quench my thirst."

"Those won't quench my thirst!"

An Wanxi pressed him back into her arms with some dissatisfaction.

Then, she tilted her head slightly, her slender white fingers tracing his lips, and uttered words full of alluring charm: "If you continue to dawdle like this, my little husband's yang energy might get out of control again~"

Helpless, Gu Jinzhao could only raise his head and lean forward.

As the True Yang Sword Technique was activated, wisps of cool Yin energy were instantly drawn out from the full Tianchi acupoint and absorbed into the body.

The burning sensation in my throat was instantly relieved, as if it had been blessed with sweet rain.

However, the true yang fire within his body burned even more intensely, making him unbearably hot. His palms involuntarily climbed upwards along the exquisite, undulating waist of the ghost wife.

"My little husband is such a hypocrite!"

"Clearly, he longed for it deeply, but he wouldn't admit it."

An Wanxi rested her head against his forehead, gently stroking his hair with her soft hands, her eyes filled with maternal affection.

As the candlelight flickered, her excessively slender figure completely enveloped the boy in her arms in her shadow.

Gu Jinzhao wanted to say something, but he could no longer make a sound.

"Actually, I'm quite envious of your Aunt Ruo~"

A blush crept onto An Wanxi's alluring face, her long eyelashes trembled, and her delicate hand gently grasped his, her fingertips sinking into his fingers as she taught him how to squeeze out the abundant Yin energy.

Gu Jinzhao's words were unclear: "Why...envy..."

An Wanxi looked dazed, her red lips slightly pursed: "Because she met her husband more than ten years ago and brought you up there."

"She watched you grow from a child into a young man, watched you shed your naivety and gradually become mature."

"Just like nurturing her own child, she embraced her young husband with her maternal love."

"And now, my husband has grown up, and he treats her as his closest relative, respecting and loving her!"

"This kind of mutual giving in a relationship truly makes me envious..."

At this point, her tone became somewhat sorrowful and self-deprecating: "Si Ruoyu has no blood relation with you, but she dotes on her husband and treats him like her own daughter!"

"On the contrary, my biological parents used me, their daughter, to exchange for cultivation resources for my younger brother."

"How ironic!"

Gu Jinzhao slowly raised his head: "So, my wife has sacrificed so much for me just so she could have this kind of mutual devotion?"

An Wanxi met his gaze: "I want it, is my little husband willing to give it to me?"

Gu Jinzhao felt that the softest part of his heart had been touched.

To be honest, the ghost wife always manages to cause some trouble because of her peculiar yandere personality.

But undeniably, from the moment they met, she had been giving to him.

Whether it was helping him cultivate the "Six Elements True Demon Technique" or everything else they did in their daily lives, almost everything revolved around him.

Perhaps it was because of that transaction, but Gu Jinchao could feel that sincerity, which was completely genuine.

Human hearts are made of flesh and blood; how could he not have any feelings at all?

Thinking of this, Gu Jinzhao sighed and held that soft, boneless hand: "I will adapt to the role of husband in the future!"

The two became husband and wife because of the love spell.

But in reality, there is a lack of emotional foundation.

Therefore, An Wanxi took the initiative to make the effort, hoping to win the love that belonged to her.

However, because of the five marriage lines, Gu Jinzhao always takes a natural approach to this matter.

This made An Wanxi feel somewhat anxious and uncertain.

An Wanxi's red lips curved slightly: "This is what my little husband said himself, you can't lie to me!"

Gu Jinzhao rolled her eyes: "I'd be a dog if I lied to you!"

An Wanxi burst out laughing, her laughter shaking her whole body.

Those towering, plump fruits trembled precariously, like ripe, ready-to-fall fruits on a branch.

Gu Jinzhao's gaze was drawn to it again, and his anger surged.

An Wanxi noticed that his breathing was becoming heavier and heavier, so she leaned close to his ear and whispered, "This time, with the yang energy being combined, how would you like me to help you, my little husband?"

"Is it the same as last time, or a different one?"

Gu Jinzhao took a deep breath: "Whatever my wife decides is fine!"

"I want to continue to challenge my husband's weaknesses!"

An Wanxi smiled charmingly, turned his back to her, and sat on the carpet in front of the bed.

Gu Jinchao was slightly taken aback: "What weakness?"

"What do you say?"

An Wanxi shifted her body slightly, raising her two black-stockinged legs, which, like two supple black snakes, passed under his armpits and wrapped around him in front of her.

A pair of warm, fragrant silk feet hovered right in front of him, gently pressing down on his knees and kneading them tenderly.

Through the sheer stockings, one could see jade-like feet, slender and delicate toes, white and tender, with rounded toenails painted with pale purple nail polish, as bright and delicious as ripe cherries.

An Wanxi's rounded heel gently landed, pressing down on his kneecap. Then, the sole of her foot slid slowly forward along the curve of his knee, her toes lightly touching his thigh muscle: "Does my little husband like this?"

Gu Jinchao felt that his ghost wife was getting more and more skilled: "Where did you learn all this from?"

An Wanxi couldn't possibly be self-taught!

Given her recent penchant for reading somewhat unconventional books, it's not hard to guess how she learned that.

An Wanxi gave a soft "hmm," and gently stroked his chin, making him look up at her: "In that book, 'Illustrations of Jade Feet'!"

Gu Jinchao subconsciously said, "These things are not in the book at all."

An Wanxi smiled lightly, "Didn't my little husband say he didn't like that book 'Jade Feet Illustrations'? How did you know these weren't in it?"