Journey to the End of the Night-Chapter 1388 - 883: I Cannot Die Without Regret (Part 3)

Yin Baishuang’s body lightly rose, her soft figure clinging like a piece of paper, her lips whispering by his ear: "You promised to marry me."

Baili An paused, not yet reacting, before he heard her continue: "Back then in Beiliao Town, even though the wedding was simple and no one took it seriously, I consider it as you and me bowing to the heavens together. Yet under the pig demon’s disturbance, our ceremony remains incomplete..."

This time, even if Baili An were foolish, he understood her meaning.

His back suddenly tensed, and the ear she softly breathed onto turned abruptly red.

He released the strands of hair from his fingers as if they were burning, instinctively straightening up, but she deftly reeled his waist back like catching a fish.

Yin Baishuang’s almond eyes were bright like fire, dazzling and burning like fireworks, while her delicate lashes fluttered:

"The world says I’ve competed with Su Jing all my life without a clear win or loss, but I know, just her recognizing you before me makes me lose a round, and I admit that.

But if I claim you before her in the end, she will have to lower her head to me for a lifetime.

I can endure not competing with you over trivialities, but in this matter, you must help me win back."

Why hadn’t he realized before that this girl had such a disturbingly strong competitive spirit?

Now that fate’s end was nearing, she still thought about defeating Su Jing.

Baili An was caught between laughter and tears, pleading repeatedly: "Little aunt, your ideas are quite peculiar.

How can claiming you first mean you’ve defeated Su Jing? Who competes over such matters?

And why does it sound like you’re convinced I’ll end up with Su Jing eventually?"

Yin Baishuang was displeased: "The looming uncertainty of life and death means we might hold hands and depart together in the next instant.

Losing to others is due to circumstances, whether I want to accept it or not, I must. But if I can’t do something earth-shattering before I die to unsettle Su Jing, I won’t rest in peace!"

She won’t rest in peace—why say something so alarming?

The originally tender atmosphere instantly vanished; Baili An was startled by her, staring blankly: "Is this really the time to ponder who wins or loses? Right now, the raging fires seem apocalyptic, leaving no room for other thoughts."

Does she truly consider him no more than livestock?

"Other thoughts..." Yin Baishuang’s eyes filled with a peculiar smile, and her gentle hand encircled his waist, sensitively moving over his taut muscles, her voice light and lazy like floating snow: "Why wouldn’t there be?"

In the instant of Baili An’s hesitation, her warm, soft fingertips lightly grazed his sensitive skin at his waist, igniting a sudden blaze!

Yin Baishuang laughed softly by his ear.

Baili An looked down in bewilderment, perhaps due to healing during his coma.

His upper garments were loose, revealing expanse of bare skin, and beneath the flowing water was a body marked by clear contours.

Though his young, not fully-grown frame was slight and bony, the harsh lines of muscle still held a rigid curve.

A pair of refined hands rested gently at his waist, tender and enchanting enough to seem capable of plucking a flower.

Yin Baishuang laid her flushed face on Baili An’s shoulder; her face was filled with shyness, yet her lively almond eyes darted restlessly.

In truth, Yin Baishuang wasn’t like Ning Feiyan, the little seductress; her teasing was awkwardly innocent, only brushing his waist lightly with her fingers, how could this make him lose composure?

"Your reactions needn’t be so extreme. You’ve injured your arm due to the wildfire, the fire poison invading your body, most likely to provoke the Seven Sins within."

With leisurely warmth, her fingers gently brushed, light as fur causing subtle tickling, as if feathers softly caressing, driving Baili An’s waist into numbness, body and soul itching.

His throat felt as if it were ablaze while gripping her hand that was moving, his downcast gaze had completely changed.

Yin Baishuang’s cheeks flushed, her soft lashes lowered demurely, her gaze flitted briefly avoiding him, yet just for a moment, then boldly leaned forward, lightly nibbling his shoulder, eyes pure and deep like vibrant flames: "Why did you carve something? ’Rao’...isn’t this a girl’s name?"