Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 892 - 434: Jiang Yi’s Jealousy?

Chapter 892: Chapter 434: Jiang Yi’s Jealousy?

Under Jiang Shouzhong’s comfort, Jiang Yi’s emotions finally calmed down a lot.

The woman quickly regained her usual proud nature.

However, after this turmoil, their relationship became much closer—in truth, it seemed to gain a subtle, indescribable emotion.

"This place is exactly the same as the one we were in before."

Jiang Yi looked around, gazing at the nameless stele beside her and the village not far away, frowning as she said, "Could it be that we haven’t actually left? Are we still in the Youtan Illusion?"

Jiang Shouzhong, who was observing the moon in the sky, shook his head and said:

"This place exists in reality, otherwise that guy named Fang Zishang wouldn’t insist on finding it. Besides, I trust that guy quite a bit.

We were just caught in the illusion of Youtan’s traps, so no matter how we walked according to what Zishang taught, we were just going in circles."

He reached out his hand, feeling the heat in the air.

Clearly, the moon was hanging in the sky, yet the air seemed to have been baked by a scorching sun, making it quite uncomfortably hot and rather peculiar.

And Jiang Yi, who naturally perspires easily, was currently showing beads of fragrant sweat on her forehead and neck.

Speaking of which, Jiang Shouzhong pointed to the moon in the sky: "It’s currently a waning moon, we should walk against the moon, shall we give it a try?"

Jiang Yi nodded her fine head slightly: "I trust you."

Jiang Shouzhong looked at the woman in surprise, smiling: "I was prepared to spend more effort convincing you."

Jiang Yi glanced at him charmingly but rolled her eyes, full of allure, then stretched out her arms.

"What for?"

Jiang Shouzhong was utterly confused.

"What else?" Jiang Yi’s eyes waved mischievously, and she said with a bit of impatience, "I’m too tired to walk, carry me."

Her tone carried a bit of a playful affection characteristic of Little Jiangyi and the usual commanding arrogance.

Jiang Shouzhong grumbled a few dissatisfied words but squatted down nonetheless.

Jiang Yi’s lips curled up as she lay on the man’s back, her arms gently wrapped around his neck. The slightly sweaty fragrance enveloped him, its sweet scent like that of ripe picked fruit.

Jiang Shouzhong smoothly supported her legs and hips, feeling the majestic sensation of weight pressing on his back, and his thoughts couldn’t help but stray back to the earlier scene of "bullying" her.

Although it was an illusion, they both existed in reality.

All the sensations were real.

It has to be said, Jiang Yi, this woman, indeed, has quite a figure, perhaps not comparable to Ran Qingchen or Miss Jingjing, but she could still be worthy of the term "abundant."

And the most peculiar thing was that scent of alcohol that her body exuded as soon as she sweated.

Because she usually bathed with specially brewed liquor mixed with skin care additives, her luxurious treatments comparable to the Empress Luo Wanqing, not only nourished her skin but also infused that wine fragrance into her body.

"What are you thinking?"

The woman asked softly, a few strands of hair playfully draping across the man’s face, teasing his senses.

Jiang Shouzhong steadied himself, shook his head, and smiled: "Nothing?"

Jiang Yi pursed her lips with a cold smile: "Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking. If you dare to think wildly again, I’ll really kill you."

When she said the word "kill," her gaze unconsciously fell on the back of the man’s neck.

She instinctively touched the nonexistent wound on him.

Due to previous stabbing experiences, the startled Jiang Shouzhong felt a shiver, shrunk his neck, and quickly said: "Sister, this place is real, don’t have a moment of confusion and stab me here."

Jiang Yi laughed in exasperation: "You’re the one who’s confused."

Thinking back to the scene in the illusion where Jiang Shouzhong lay in a pool of blood, Jiang Yi lightly bit her lip, asking softly: "Jiang Mo, what does death feel like?"

"It’s the feeling of dying." Jiang Shouzhong gave a nonsensical answer.

"Oh, is that so."

Jiang Yi didn’t press further, but touched the man’s neck again, "Does it hurt?"

"What do you think? A knife going straight in, could it not hurt?"

Jiang Shouzhong smiled bitterly.

A deep sense of apology appeared in Jiang Yi’s beautiful eyes.

Compelled by a sense of mystery, she lowered her head and kissed the spot where he was stabbed.

When the moist cool touch pressed against the skin, Jiang Shouzhong was stunned.

What is this woman doing?

Has she gone mad?

Jiang Yi also realized her action was highly inappropriate, coloring her pretty face with two blushes, frightened of being mocked by the man, she covered his mouth and said fiercely: "Shut up, just walk!"

Then, she harshly pinched his shoulder, explaining: "You’re walking too fast, I accidentally bumped my mouth."

"But I wasn’t moving yet—"

"Shut up! Shut up! Hurry and walk!"

Jiang Yi urged imperiously.

Jiang Shouzhong’s facial muscles twitched a few times, not knowing what to say, so he just put his head down and kept walking.

Jiang Yi breathed a slight sigh of relief, watching the saliva mark left on the man’s skin, her face couldn’t help but heat up.

She cursed herself silently for being mad, raised her hand to wipe it off, but then hesitated, afraid of being discovered by him, and decided to gently blow on it instead, trying to dry it.

Jiang Shouzhong felt a tingling sensation on the back of his neck, uncertain of what tricks this woman was up to again, wanting to ask, but fearing her inexplicable fury, and smartly kept his mouth shut.

A little dog trotted wobblingly along behind its owner.

After walking for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the moon on the horizon quietly shifted, turning into a crescent moon, resembling a beauty’s slightly furrowed eyebrows, casting clear, cold silver light.

Without hesitation, Jiang Shouzhong turned to walk towards the moon.

After half an incense stick’s time, the moon changed again, becoming a waning moon.

Jiang Shouzhong turned again.

In this way, Jiang Shouzhong kept Fang Zishang’s teachings close and adjusted his direction continually with the moon’s changes.