Chapter 947 - 933: Competitive Edge in Vying for Favor

Su Muyao wanted to carefully ask about Wei Jinmo’s obsession.

So she gently pushed Wei Jinmo, wanting to properly talk to him.

But Wei Jinmo didn’t let go of her at all; instead, he held her even tighter, as if he were afraid of something.

At this moment Su Muyao was held tightly in his arms; she could even feel his arms trembling slightly.

"Wife, don’t leave me."

Wei Jinmo’s voice was hoarse now, carrying a faint tremor.

This Wei Jinmo was a side of him Su Muyao had never seen before.

She had always thought he was the type carefully cultivated by a noble family—noble and elegant, calm and composed, reserved and proper, carrying the unparalleled proud bearing of a great clan.

Indifferent to everything.

She had never expected him to be so different at this moment.

He seemed very fragile, as if he were afraid of something.

Su Muyao’s heart instantly softened. "Jin Mo, I’m not leaving. I came here especially to find you."

"I’m right by your side, in your arms, and I’m not going anywhere."

Hearing these words, Wei Jinmo finally felt slightly at ease. His arms loosened a little around Su Muyao, but he still didn’t let go, continuing to hold her, just not as tightly.

Su Muyao looked up at him and saw his clear, elegant eyes tinged with red, suffused with rippling, lingering tenderness.

There were too many emotions in his gaze, deep and fragile.

Meeting his eyes and seeing the emotions at the bottom of them, Su Muyao felt a stab in her chest. She took the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck, tipped her head up, and kissed the corner of his lips.

Feeling the sweet breath of his wife, Wei Jinmo’s whole body jolted; it was as if something exploded in his mind, making him forget to breathe, forget to react.

Seeing him frozen like that, Su Muyao found it a little funny and kissed him again.

The instant he felt his wife’s breath, miraculously, all that restless, uneasy aura around him smoothed out.

He let out a soft sigh, wrapped his arms around her, and gently pressed a hand to the back of her head to keep her from pulling away. His lips descended, tenderly reversing the roles and taking the lead.

At first he seemed to be testing her, cautious and tentative.

Afraid of displeasing his wife.

Su Muyao could feel his careful attitude; she actively, warmly responded to him.

Wei Jinmo almost couldn’t stop himself from indulging. She was like a plump, juicy peach, and he like a parched traveler walking in the desert, nearly unable to keep from swallowing her down.

But he still maintained his reason and restraint, treating her softly, slowly.

He approached her with a mindset of pleasing her.

Carefully feeling out what she liked.

His entire aura unfolded like a delicate ink-wash painting.

He gave off a feeling like being bathed in a spring breeze; when he looked at her, his eyes were filled with love so tender it almost overflowed.

It was very comfortable, but also quite tormenting.

She actually wanted him to let himself go and stop suppressing himself.

After a long while, when Su Muyao was about to run out of breath, Wei Jinmo finally loosened his hold on her a little.

The corners of his eyes were stained a blush-red; his jade-like gentle face was covered in a rosy flush, his expression seeming tightly reined in.

Su Muyao could clearly feel his tense body and that obvious change in his outline; he was suppressing his nature.

Su Muyao looked at him with blazing eyes, breathing slightly unevenly. "Jin Mo, you don’t have to hold yourself back."

Wei Jinmo lowered his head, lovingly kissed the crown of her head, and rasped, "But Wife, I only want to please you."

Rather than just indulging himself, he hoped his wife could experience endless pleasure from him.

Su Muyao blinked. Because of what had just happened, her gaze was misty. "But I also want you to be happy."

"To feel happiness from me."

As she spoke, Su Muyao leaned close to Wei Jinmo’s ear.

She felt that she now knew how to tease someone, how to pluck at a Heart String.

Little did she know, she didn’t need to do anything at all to make Wei Jinmo lose control.

Wei Jinmo’s heart was stirred. "Wife, thank you."

"I do have a place in your heart, don’t I?"

Su Muyao looked into his splendid, gentle eyes; something seemed to be taking root in them, and he also seemed to be worrying about something.

Su Muyao nodded and said seriously, "Of course. You’re very important to me; you have a very important place in my heart, or I wouldn’t have chosen you as my Beast Husband."

It was because she had feelings for him that she was willing to let him become her Beast Husband and willing to form a Contract.

"If I didn’t have you in my heart, I wouldn’t miss you, wouldn’t have come all the way here to find you."

Hearing this, Wei Jinmo felt at ease for a moment. His eyes grew darker, his Adam’s apple bobbed gently, and he bowed his head, reverently pressing kisses to her brows and eyes, then lower.

Acting completely with the intent to please her.

Su Muyao was so teased she was overflowing with desire. "Jin Mo, don’t, not yet..."

"Wife doesn’t like it?"

Su Muyao’s ears flushed red. "I do like it."

"It’s just, first... let’s talk a bit..."

She felt very embarrassed.

He was actually half-kneeling piously on the ground, and her clothes were already in disarray.

"Alright, whatever Wife wants to say, say it. I’m listening."

Although Wei Jinmo said that, his mind wasn’t on talking at all.

His head was full of how to make his wife like him more.

How to occupy a place in his wife’s heart.

They hadn’t seen each other for so long; he was truly afraid he no longer held any status.

Even though his wife had assured him, he still felt uneasy.

In the courses he had once taken in the Wei Family, he had scored full marks in the class on how to take care of a female.

So he knew how to lower himself to serve in bed.

How to make his wife happy.

As a Merfolk Clan Beastman, they were born with certain charms others did not have.

Wei Jinmo thought for a moment, then directly manifested his fish tail, gently curling it around Su Muyao’s body.

Wei Jinmo, as a Merfolk Royal Family Mermaid Beastman, had extremely beautiful scales that shone with dazzling luster.

Su Muyao couldn’t resist such sparkling, beautiful scales and couldn’t help wanting to touch them.

"Wife, do you want to touch them?"

Seeing the bright sparkle in Su Muyao’s eyes, he knew exactly what she was thinking.

Fortunately, his fish tail could please her.

"Mm, I do."

Wei Jinmo said, "Wife can touch anywhere she wants. Everything of mine belongs to Wife."

Su Muyao seemed bewitched by that beautiful tail. She reached out and lightly stroked the scales, feeling that even the texture under her hand was wonderful.

Too beautiful.

Wei Jinmo’s body tightened involuntarily; wherever his wife’s fingers brushed, it felt like a feather skimming over, stirring a tingling, numbing sensation.

Especially in certain places that should not be touched; at this moment his arousal was hard to restrain, his voice turning hoarse.

His fish tail couldn’t help but tighten its coil around Su Muyao, but he kept his reason and carefully controlled his strength.

"Wife, do you want to listen to my singing?"

When Wei Jinmo spoke, his voice was unbearably hoarse.

Su Muyao’s eyes lit up. "You can sing?"

She had never heard a Merfolk sing before.

Wei Jinmo nodded. "Mm. After coming to the Hongmeng Sea, I received some inherited memories. The Merfolk Clan has the most beautiful singing voice in the world; we can sing."

In those inherited memories, the songs of the Merfolk Royal Family carried many abilities; they could be used for courtship, and also to attack enemies.

Of course, he had actually never sung before.

But with inherited memories, they were born knowing how to sing Mermaid Clan songs.

Judging from his wife’s expression, she seemed to want to listen.

He was very grateful to have such an ability, one other males did not possess.

Only then could he be unique, with the competitiveness needed to vie for her favor.