Chapter 513: Promising a Wish
Sang Luo frowned, and before she could utter a word of mockery, Cha lowered his head and kissed her lips, forcing all her words back down her throat.
"Mmm… How dare you…?" she exclaimed in astonishment.
This was Qingqiu!
Ink-black mist spread out from behind Cha, enveloping the entire space, including the two of them.
When the mist dissipated, the scene before Sang Luo's eyes had changed; it was no longer the simple and elegant cottage, but a magnificent and secluded palace. It wasn't her first time in this place, so she naturally knew where she was.
The bed was carved from a whole piece of black jade, its extravagant luxury beyond imagination.
At this moment, Sang Luo was lying flat on the bed, her loose robe somewhat disheveled, her dark hair casually scattered. A few strands were caught in her lips, and her snowy skin was partially exposed at her chest, making her look alluring and seductive.
The look in her eyes seemed to be shimmering with tears – tears of anger!
Cha's gaze grew even darker as he knelt on the bed, pressing down on her slender and soft waist with one hand, while the other, long and broad, slowly moved to her thigh, then raised it.
Sang Luo clenched the front of his robe with both hands, the mist in her eyes becoming even more alluring, and an abnormal flush rose on her cheeks.
Under the extreme stimulation, she had no time to think about anything else.
Cha looked down at the woman's deeply moved appearance, and became even more unrestrained.
In that memory, he understood her body very well, and could easily find her pleasure points.
And she was the only woman who could withstand him, allowing him to release all his desires.
However, this time, Cha was mindful of Sang Luo and didn't lose control as he had last time.
He could nourish her body, but he was also concerned about harming the child.
After an unknown amount of time, Sang Luo finally regained a trace of reason. She looked at their current absurd state, and the mess on and around the bed… A wave of shame and anger rose in her heart, and she opened her mouth to bite hard on his chest, which was covered in red marks.
"Ugh…"
Cha groaned.
The veins on his arm bulged, but he didn't continue.
Instead, he lowered his head and bit his own wrist. Immediately, bluish-red blood gushed out, flowing down the veins of his slender, muscular arm, as vivid as a ferocious tattoo.
A hint of panic flashed in Sang Luo's eyes. She didn't know what Cha wanted to do. Then, she saw him use his other large hand to forcefully pinch her chin, forcing her to open her mouth, and feeding her all the blood.
The gushing blood poured into her mouth and nose like a stream. Sang Luo coughed, choked. The blood didn't have the disgusting stench of blood, but it still instinctively made her nauseous, wanting to vomit it out.
A cold, slender object, like a tail, slowly wrapped around her waist and lifted her up. She was forced to swallow all the blood.
Losing too much blood at once made Cha's face pale. Sang Luo's originally haggard complexion, on the other hand, became much rosier and healthier.
Taking advantage of Cha's loosened grip, Sang Luo suddenly pushed him away and curled up into a ball in the corner of the bed.
She wiped the blood from half of her face fiercely, glaring at him angrily,
"Get out! I don't want to see you again!"
Cha's injured right arm hung limply at his side, blood still dripping from his slender, pale fingers, splattering on the snow-white bedding like blooming clusters of Manjusaka flowers, the scene both beautiful and eerie.
Cha raised his hand, lowered his head, and licked the remaining blood from his arm. Then, he lazily raised his eyes and glanced at Sang Luo, his voice gentle, not angered by her angry words, "I am the child's father, you can't avoid seeing me."
"…" Sang Luo choked, unable to even curse, and broke down, "I don't want to see you now, send me back!"
Cha's deep gaze lingered on her flushed face, as if to determine if she was really angry. After a moment, he looked down at her abdomen and said, "Give birth to the child."
Was he threatening her? Or was he negotiating?
If she didn't give him a child, he wouldn't let her go?
What was the difference between him and that cheap man, Qi?
Sang Luo laughed in anger, "What if I say no?"
He told others his only weakness, committing a major taboo, so don't blame her for using this handle to blackmail him!
"If you want to talk about benefits, I can trade with you." Cha looked at her, "As long as you give birth to the child, I will fulfill one wish of yours, any wish that I can do."
After he spoke, he made an oath to heaven and earth with Sang Luo, with no deception!
Sang Luo's pupils trembled slightly. She hadn't originally planned to do anything to the child, she was just saying that to anger him. Of course, she also meant to see his sincerity, to see what reward he could offer.
With Cha's strength and status, he could have used all kinds of methods to coerce her, but he was willing to promise her a Lord of the Ghost Realm's promise, which extinguished half of the anger in Sang Luo's heart.
"Okay, I agree to your deal, I will give birth to the child." Sang Luo calmed down, looked up at him, and smiled, "By the way, has Your Majesty heard a saying? The most taboo thing for pregnant women is to lose their temper. You have to maintain a good mood during pregnancy so that the child can grow up healthy ~"
"But I get angry as soon as I see you, what should I do?" She said, determined to infuriate him.
Cha was silent for a moment, then said, "Okay, I'll send you back. I'll come find you again when you're about to give birth."
His voice gradually dissipated, and the surrounding space slowly faded.
When the mist dissipated again, Sang Luo was still lying on the bed, the furnishings in her eyes were familiar, possessing the ultimate beauty of simplicity and elegance.
She was back in the God Lord's Mansion in Qingqiu.
If it weren't for her disheveled clothes, the lingering red marks on her exposed neck and arms, and… the unspeakable secrets of a certain part of her body, Sang Luo would have thought she had just had another dream.
"Luo Luo." Yan pushed the door open and entered.
Sang Luo burrowed into the quilt, subconsciously wanting to cover the marks on her body, but he still saw them.
A look of heartache flashed in Yan's eyes. He sat on the edge of the bed and hugged her, whispering, "Are you alright?"
"…Rakshasa King was here."
"I know." Yan wasn't surprised, "The child's father is him, right?"
"You guessed it?"
Sang Luo was confused before, but now she understood. Only the child's biological father could provide her with so much nourishment.
Cha hadn't interacted with the Ghost Clan for the first time. This child faintly exuded the aura of the Ghost Clan's bloodline, but it was somewhat different from the real Ghost Clan, even he couldn't figure it out.
The fact that the Rakshasa King personally came today was enough to explain the child's true identity.
"He… No matter what, let's give birth to the child safely first." Yan touched her hair.
"Yeah." Sang Luo nodded, gently stroking her pregnant belly, and said without much emotion, "The Rakshasa King made a deal with me, as long as I give birth to the child, he promises me a wish."
She knew what Yan was worried about, so she spoke first,
"Between him and me, there is only profit, no feelings, and there is no need to give each other a title."
Supplementing yesterday's update.
