The scene Yun Ran imagined—kicking him to the ground—did not happen; instead, her foot was caught by him.
Yun Ran: "???"
[The legendary defeat even before the battle begins?!]
As she was about to retrieve her foot, he pulled her back, and Yun Ran instantly fell onto the bed. Before she could sit up, the man’s tall figure had already toppled over her, trapping her beneath him.
"Want it?"
The man raised his eyebrows slightly, his deep voice incredibly alluring and seductive in the boundless night.
"What...?"
Yun Ran was montarily stunned, her mind blank for two seconds before she realized what he ant. Her cheeks flushed red with sha and anger, "You... beast! Shaless!"
"Alright, got it."
With those words, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed her tempting red lips. Simultaneously, his mischievous hands started to roam over the girl’s soft body.
Yun Ran: "???"
Stunned! Astonished! She couldn’t figure out what was happening at the mont?!
Fortunately, he only tasted lightly and soon released her.
Yun Ran’s breathing was slightly erratic, her face flushed as she glared at him, firmly holding down his mischievous hands, "Nangong Mo, you! You’re going too far! You can’t be reckless!"
The man raised his eyebrows slightly, his expression elegant and composed, "Didn’t you consent?"
"???"
Yun Ran was almost dumbfounded, utterly incredulous, "When did I ever consent?! Don’t spout nonsense!"
"Didn’t you say ’beast’ and ’shaless,’ right?"
Yun Ran frowned in confusion, not quite understanding, "Yes, I did. So what? Is there a problem?"
[Did I wrong you?!]
"Isn’t that suggesting I should do sothing beastly?"
"?!..."
Looking at his dignified and serious expression while saying such shaless words, Yun Ran was speechless for a long ti before finding her voice.
"...You’re a ghost! Except for you, I’m afraid no one would interpret it that way!"
The man didn’t even blink, face not red and heart not pounding, "What others think has nothing to do with . What I heard is: you want it."
Yun Ran: "..."
Not even giving her a chance to be speechless or refute, his mischievous hands effortlessly broke free from her restraints and started wreaking havoc on her, indulging wickedly.
As he glanced at her stunned and exasperated little face, his lips curled slightly, and he lowered his head to kiss her jade-like neck.
Yun Ran suddenly woke up, reaching to push him, "Beast! Stop it! I don’t want it!"
Yet, he couldn’t be shaken in the slightest, like a mountain.
Only a low, seductive voice drifted into her ears, "No, you do."
Yun Ran: "..."
[What I want... is to beat you to death!!]
...
Perhaps considering her recovering injuries, he eventually, after all his reckless indulgence, returned to his senses and behaved like a gentleman.
He turned over, lying beside Yun Ran, his arm around her slim waist, pulling her into his embrace, his fingers gently stroking her hair, and uttered two words:
"Sleep."
Yun Ran: "..."
[He said... sleep?! This serious look like a saint’s descent is really...]
"Your look... is it dissatisfaction? Want to continue?"
Suddenly, the man’s low, seductive voice drifted past her ears, with an indistinct hint of dangerous undertone.
Yun Ran imdiately faltered, decisively shaking her head, "No, no, no! I don’t want to!"
Nangong Mo: "..."
Avoiding him as if he were a plague, with a face full of disdain, did he not look good enough? Was his body not tempting enough? Was his technique not refined enough? Was his charm not compelling enough?
Yun Ran expressed she didn’t know what he was thinking; his gaze fixed on her was sotis bright, sotis dark, occasionally exuding an eerie aura, really unnerving!
Just as she was considering whether to say sothing to ease the tension in the air, the man’s cold, eerie voice wafted into her ears:
"Then close your eyes and sleep."
Yun Ran: "..."
[I’d love to sleep! But with you lying next to like an icy demon and a grim god of darkness, who could sleep?]
Rolling her eyes inwardly, Yun Ran softly and gently negotiated with him, "Nangong Mo, you see, this bed is a bit small, it’s quite cramped for two people, how about..."
"How about you sleep on top of ?"
"..."
Yun Ran’s unfinished sentence got stuck, feeling life was so hard!
While sighing, she suddenly realized he was holding her waist, about to lift her. Yun Ran was startled, her fingers gripping the bedpost tightly, "No, no, no! Just like this! This is fine!"
Nangong Mo slightly raised an eyebrow, his eyes with a playful glint, "Yun Ran, is this all the guts you have?"
Yun Ran’s breath paused, montarily not knowing how to react.
Although not hearing her na from his mouth for the first ti, her heart still trembled uncontrollably. This feeling was strange, indescribable.
He... does he really know nothing?
Could it be possible that she accidentally revealed sothing while talking in her sleep?
"Looking at like that, do you want it again?"
"..."
This sentence successfully brought back Yun Ran’s wandering soul from cloud nine, resisting the urge to roll her eyes at him, pulling the blanket over her head.
"No! I don’t want it! I’m tired! I’m going to sleep!"
Through the blanket, Nangong Mo rubbed her head, "Considering you’ve been behaving well lately, do you want to take you out for fun?"
Yun Ran: "..."
[Lately, you’ve been so arrogant and aloof in front of ! Who wants to go out with you? Can’t I go out myself? Hmph!]
"Thank you for your kindness, but I don’t want to go out! I want to stay ho and embroider flowers, plant flowers, plant grass, plant vegetables, and grow mushrooms!"
Nangong Mo: "..."
...
Thousands of miles away, in the southwest region.
Midnight, Yellow Springs Inn.
The enchanting Manjushaka blood around the endless Bishui River, with a mist hovering above the water. Under the ghostly and enchanting moonlight, countless ghostly spirits seed to drift.
In the Bishui River, against the backdrop of the endless sky, a triple-level pavilion stood, as if it sprouted from the water’s depths.
The eerie cold ribbons of the glazed tiles glistened in the hazy, misty night, with red lanterns hanging under the eaves, swaying like ghost fires in the night wind.
Inside the palace, visible at the top of a skeletal throne, a man in green was retrieving a tal tube from a black eagle’s claw, grinding it open with Inner Strength, taking out the hidden letter within.
After reading the handwriting on it, his fox-like narrow eyes flashed with a hint of sinister coldness, "Failed?"
A gust of chilly wind passed by, and a dark shadow appeared in the eerie palace, kneeling on both knees, "Ghost King! The Holy Daughter has arrived!"
The man’s expression shifted, fireworks exploding in his eyes, instantly soaring from the throne and darting outside in a blink.
Along a corridor adorned with red lanterns, a woman wearing a multi-colored glazed dress and a golden butterfly mask walked toward them.
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