Jin Wuduan was reborn.

One day, after being taken in by Siniian for a year, I was reborn.

Nineteen years old.

Late summer, early autumn.

Before dawn, Sīnián opened his eyes. Last night, he was held by Jǐn Wúduān the whole night, and until now, that person hasn't released him.

This has never happened before.

Jin Wuduan enjoys his body, but dislikes the smell of smoke and his lack of conversational skills. Si Nian thinks that Jin Wuduan must be dreaming or sleepwalking to hold onto himself like this, and for such a long time.

The dust in the air, along with the dawn's light, gradually transformed into a warm hue.

Siniann carefully shifted his position, albeit reluctant to part from this rare moment of tenderness. However, in order to prevent any potential anger from the person behind him upon waking up, he took his hand off his waist and withdrew from Jian Wuduan's embrace.

The person behind me woke up long ago, and just as Si Nian felt a heat on his neck, Jin Wuduan pressed closer once again.

Long and powerful fingers slowly slipped under the hem of the nightgown, sparking a fire-like sensation as they gently caressed the slightly cool abdomen before continuing downwards.

Such ambiguous and intimate actions, only...

Siniann was startled, thinking that Jin Wuduan was thinking about something. He quickly turned his head to look at him and shook his head hurriedly.

She is still on her period, so it is not convenient.

Although she knew she couldn't possibly persuade Jin Wuduan, Siniang still nervously shook her head, fidgeted with her hands, pointed to her own stomach, and made a begging gesture.

His movements were fluent and seamless, as if he had done it countless times before.

In fact, that is indeed the case.

Jin Wuduan had a nasty personality and was stubborn in his ways. He didn't even know how to take care of himself, so how could he possibly care for others?

When one desires something, they don't really care about how the person bearing the burden feels. Annoyed by Si Nian's struggles, Jin Wuduan teased him, saying, "You want me, huh~?"

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He clearly had such a handsome appearance, and his voice was clearly so deep and melodious. The kind of whisper by the bed that resembled a conversation between lovers was clearly so captivating. Yet, Si Nian could still perceive a terrifying and chilling sound that pierced through his ears.

A full concentration of dark energy.

Si Nian couldn't speak, let alone know how to ask Jin Wuduan for help. All she could do was fold her hands together, using the most sincere posture and actions to express her inner fear.

Please! I beg you! Please let me go!

However, the sincere devotion that bowed their heads could not move the demon. He only enjoyed the thrill of teasing others.

After numerous times, Sī Nián no longer needed Jǐn Wúduān to speak up. He would actively seek him out, just like a well-trained little dog, carrying out the tasks with such proficiency...

With a conditioned reflex and subconsciousness!

Jin Wuduan was taken aback for a moment.

The person in my memory remains the same as before: black hair, with dull eyebrows and expressionless eyes. His black eyes were filled with a sense of tension and fear.

He clasped his hands together, bowing his head as if in prayer, seemingly pleading with himself for something.

The bright daylight outside illuminated the room, as the lightly-shaded curtains swayed gently in the morning breeze.

Jin Wuduan shivered coldly. He stared blankly at Sui Nian, who kept bowing his head before him. Jin Wuduan grabbed him and asked, "What are you doing?"

His voice was low and was accompanied by a confused expression on his face. This made Sīnián think that he was deliberately asking a question he already knew the answer to, and that he knew there was no way to escape. All they could do was let out a low "ah" and get up to go to the restroom.

The quilt was lifted, and Jin Wuduan gazed at the small cushion beside him. His mind spun for a while before he finally realized that Siniang was on her period and he thought he was going to...

Jin Wuduan covered his face, recalling his past behavior of running red lights. He slapped himself, then turned around and saw Siniang standing by the bed, her mouth slightly agape, looking at him as if he were crazy.

Jin Wuduan paused for a moment upon seeing this, hastily moving aside and extending his hand, saying, "Come up!"

His expression was unusually gentle, and he took the initiative to get closer to her. Si Nian knew he must have been thinking about "that" thing. Though she tried to resist, she couldn't deny it. Without waiting for Jin Wu Duan to speak, she took the initiative to start undressing.

However, the enlightenment in his mind could not be transmitted to his body, and his hand trembled uncontrollably.

Jin Wuduan had no idea what was going on. He quickly reached out and stopped Sini's movement, pulling him into the room and asked, "What are you doing?"

After finishing speaking, he patted Si Nian's cool little belly and kissed his ear, saying, "Does your tummy hurt?"

Sinián shook his head in confusion and looked at him.

Jin Wuduan's expression on his face was similar to usual, but he wasn't frowning, and there was no impatience in his tone of speech. The hand placed on his stomach was large and carried a hint of warmth. His movements seemed considerate and affectionate, and for a brief moment, a dazed expression appeared on his face before he hurriedly lowered his gaze.

Afraid that the person in front of him will play tricks on him.

Jin Wuduan knew the ruthlessness of Sir Si Nian, so he did not dare to harbor any illusions.

"What day is it today?" Jin Wuduan asked again, never ceasing his movements as he rubbed his wife's small baby bump.

Four days have passed.

Si Nian gestured with his hand.

Jin Wuduan groaned and, recalling from memory, thought that Siniang's period should last for seven days. It was indeed no longer painful on the fourth day. According to reason, during these few days, the flow should have been light. Why would there be blood on the bed?

"I...yesterday..." Jin Wuduan tentatively asked, observing that Sini's face showed no unexpected reaction. Only then did he feel relieved.

No beasts would be perfect.