568: Chapter 568 Jiang Yan's Deep Affection

Situ Jun lowered his head, a gentle kiss falling on the top of her head, moving down along her jet-black hair, kissing her curved eyebrows, her small nose, and finally stopping on her soft lips.

Jiang Yan slowly closed her eyes, raising her hands to lightly hook around his neck, responding to his kiss with a heart full of joy. Thick earth-attribute Spiritual Qi flowed along their touching skin, turning into circles of warm light patterns that tightly enveloped the two of them.

The candlelight flickered, and the faint glow of the spirit-engraved ornaments flowed slowly within the light patterns, making the figures of the two embracing each other appear even more lingering and affectionate.

Situ Jun raised his hand, gently brushing away the messy strands of hair by her temples that had been ruffled by the kissing. His fingertips tenderly pinched her reddened cheeks, his voice carrying a hint of helpless doting:

"Today Liu Xuaner and the others insisted on sending me to your place. I'm afraid they conspired long ago to plot against me together."

Jiang Yan's cheeks heated up, and she raised her hand to lightly thump his chest. Her voice carried a bit of coquettishness, yet hid a trace of shyness:

"They were also distressed for husband's overwork. It's just... I truly wanted to spend some time alone with husband as well."

She looked up, her eyes misty with vapor, shimmering with a faint, shy expectation as she whispered:

"husband hasn't come to my courtyard for three days. Today..."

The rest of her words were entirely blocked by Situ Jun's gentle kiss.

He leaned over and picked her up horizontally, his steps slow and light as he walked toward the canopy bed in the inner chamber. His movements were extremely gentle, for fear of disturbing the rare tenderness filling the room.

The exquisite bed curtains slowly fell, completely cutting off the moonlight and night wind outside, leaving only the warm aura within the room and the warm breath of the two intertwined.

Situ Jun gently placed Jiang Yan on the bed covered with soft silk brocade, leaning over to quietly look at her.

The light purple ruqun she wore was gently slipped off, revealing fair and delicate skin. Warm earth-attribute Spiritual Qi condensed into faint light patterns on her skin, like flowing moonlight, breathtakingly beautiful.

"Yaner,"

His voice was slightly raspy, carrying extreme restraint and tenderness, yet deep in his eyes surged an irrepressible reluctance:

"I will be leaving North Border City soon, leaving all of you. This journey has an uncertain future; it might even be a permanent parting. I'm afraid... afraid of failing your deep affection in this life."

Jiang Yan hurriedly reached out, gently covering his mouth. Her voice was soft and sweet, yet carried an incredibly firm strength:

"I believe in husband. No matter how long it takes, I am willing to wait for you."

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The plain silk bed curtains hung softly, completely cutting off the cold night air outside. They only enclosed a room of warm candlelight, accompanied by the faint, ethereal fragrance of magnolia, intertwining thread by thread to create a bone-deep, romantic tenderness.

Situ Jun leaned over, his fingertips carrying a slightly cool sensation as they gently brushed away the messy hair by Jiang Yan's temples, then slowly slid over her jade-like cheeks.

Where his fingertips touched, her skin was delicate and warm. The person in his arms couldn't help but tremble her eyelashes, and a touch of delicate pink instantly spread across the tips of her ears, making her look pitiable.

The melancholy from that sentence about the uncertain path ahead still weighed heavily on his heart. However, the warm body temperature of the person in his arms and the soft murmurs by his ear smoothed away all the irritability and unease in his heart, leaving only a bone-deep attachment and heart-wrenching pity.

He lowered his head, his fine and gentle kisses falling densely upon her brows, eyes, cheeks, and neck. Every kiss was filled with burning deep affection, hiding reluctance, wrapped in concern, and burying the deeply held treasure in his heart, lingering and unwilling to stop for a long time.

Jiang Yan tilted her head back, submissively accepting all his tenderness. Her slender hands tightly encircled his neck, her fingertips sinking slightly into his soft hair as she gave herself entirely to the man before her.

Her eyes were misty with vapor, shimmering with a rippling light. In her eyes and heart, there was only her husband before her.

Her long eyelashes trembled incessantly like butterfly wings, her cheeks stained with an intoxicating crimson, and even her slender neck was tinged with a faint pink glow. Her breathing rose and fell gently with his movements.

Her soft gasps mixed with his deep, warm breath, intertwining within the small space of the bed. The sweetness was intoxicating, the lingering affection hard to part with.

Warm earth-attribute Spiritual Qi flowed slowly along their touching skin, tightly intertwining with the thick and restrained Spiritual Qi around him, condensing into circles of soft light that firmly enveloped the two of them.

As the Spiritual Qi merged, it was filled with pulse-like deep affection and lingering tenderness.

The silk brocade bedding beneath them was crumpled into layers of folds. The faint light of the warm candles filtered through the thin curtains, casting mottled and hazy shadows, outlining their overlapping figures even more tenderly.

After an unknown amount of time, their burning breaths gradually steadied.

Jiang Yan remained nestled in his arms, her cheek pressed tightly against his warm, burning chest. Listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, her heart was filled with peace.

Her fingertips curled and trembled slightly as she slowly drew circles on his chest. Her heart surged with a bashfulness so thick it couldn't be dispersed. Several times she hesitated to speak, her cherry lips opening and closing, until finally, she summoned all her courage. Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, wrapped in a soft tremor, as she shyly buried her face deep into his chest:

"husband... I have a matter I wish for husband to grant."

Situ Jun tightened his arms, locking her firmly in his embrace. He lowered his head and pressed a lingering, gentle kiss on the top of her head. His deep voice carried a faint post-activity raspiness, yet every word was soaked in doting and tenderness:

"Yaner, feel free to speak. As long as I can do it, I will certainly fulfill it for you."

The body of the person in his arms suddenly stiffened, and a crimson blush spread across her cheeks at a speed visible to the naked eye, extending from her jawline all the way to the tips of her ears and neck. Her delicate skin glowed with a faint pink, her shy appearance moving to the extreme.

Jiang Yan buried her face deep in his chest, not daring to look up at him. Her heart beat like a drum, the thumping sound as if it were about to crash out of her chest.

A moment later, she finally summoned all her courage and looked up at Situ Jun.

Her eyes were shimmering with water, shy and timid, yet her gaze was incredibly serious and firm:

"husband is going to the Ascension Realm this time. If we can meet again, it will already be a thousand years later... I want, want to bear a child for husband, to leave a Bloodline. Even if... even if my Cultivation is low and I cannot survive a thousand years, our child can go find you in my place."

After her words fell, only their overlapping warm breaths remained in the room. It was so quiet that one could hear the faint sound of the night wind outside brushing past the spirit flowers and Immortal Plants.

Jiang Yan was so nervous that her fingertips gripped the fabric at his waist. Her eyes reddened slightly, and when she looked up at him, her eyes were full of shyness, expectation, and trepidation.

Her shimmering almond eyes stared straight at him, her voice carrying a faint sob, yet every word was firm:

"I am not afraid of the hardship of carrying a child alone, nor the loneliness of guarding the house day and night. I only want to have your flesh and blood. In the future, when you go to the Ascension Realm, I will stay in the manor with the child. This will be my only hope to endure the long years... When the Ascension Realm opens again, I will bring the child to find you, alright?"

Every word and sentence was filled with irrepressible deep affection and endless concern.

She did not seek wealth or to be together day and night; she only sought a child belonging to the two of them, to keep his Bloodline, to guard this deep affection, and to endure a thousand years of longing.

Situ Jun's heart suddenly tightened, and a dense wave of pity and emotion instantly swept through his entire body.

He looked at the woman in his arms with her tearful eyes and sincere heart. Seeing the love and concern she couldn't hide in her eyes, he felt as if the tip of his heart was being rubbed until it was sour and soft, his heart filled with guilt and treasure.

How could he not understand her thoughts?

Jiang Yan was afraid the separation would be too long; she wanted to leave a Bloodline bond and silently shoulder all the bitterness of waiting for a thousand years.

He lowered his head, his forehead gently resting against hers, their noses touching and breaths intertwining. His warm breath was entirely sprayed onto each other's faces.

His voice was incredibly raspy, every word soaked in bone-deep affection:

"Silly Yaner, I have wronged you, making you guard this concern alone and suffer a thousand years of longing by yourself."

He raised his hand, his fingertips gently wiping away the teardrops at the corners of her eyes. His kiss fell on her reddened eye corners, then moved to kiss her trembling lips. With extreme doting and immense reluctance, he solemnly made a promise:

"I promise you, I will give you a child, a child that belongs only to us."

Jiang Yan instantly burst into tears; they were tears of joy and tears of peace.

She hugged him tightly, burying her face deep in the crook of his neck, sobbing and murmuring over and over:

"husband... husband..."

The remaining thousands of words were entirely swallowed by a deeper, lingering tenderness.