Chapter 195 - 195 193 How Could There Be a Man's Voice

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195: Chapter 193: How Could There Be a Man’s Voice? 195: Chapter 193: How Could There Be a Man’s Voice? A chill like a venomous snake slithered through Fang Geyu’s heart, inducing a suffocating sensation. “Stay calm,” a soft whisper by her ear, like a clear stream trickling over rocks, flowed steadily into her ears. Fang Geyu’s grip on his clothes tightened suddenly, her voice lower, that pretty face contorted into something fierce. “Calm? Don’t be so naive. If swallowing that pendant could resolve everything, I would have done it by now. Xianling City has secret stones. Even if you swallowed it, the secret stones would detect it, you fool! Who let you get in my carriage? Are you in such a hurry to die?!” Baili An’s frigid, dry palms covered her eyes and forehead, shielding her from the outside darkness. Baili An spoke slowly, “Take a deep breath and calm down.” When had Fang Geyu ever been treated so frivolously, especially in such a dire situation? Anger surged within her just as a chilling sensation wrapped around her neck. The thin layer of sweat on her skin was meticulously wiped away by his cold hands, and then her waist was grasped tightly, his arms encircling her. Fang Geyu was like a cat with its hackles raised, a deep, threatening growl rumbling in her throat as she seized the hand covering her eyes, ready to bite down hard. Who knew Baili An would suddenly lean back heavily, letting out a deliberate groan that could be either pain or pleasure. With great force, he dragged her petite body down with his. Outside, Lan Youdie’s puzzled voice echoed, “Fang Geyu, what on earth are you doing? Why is there a man’s voice in your carriage?” What a joke. Fang Geyu, the young mistress of Shifang City, was unrivaled in her eccentricity, arrogance, and lavish spending—so much so that even Lan Youdie could not hold a candle to her. She truly embodied the worst habits of the Immortal Sect’s nobility to the fullest. Yet, Lan Youdie thought, the only area where she had outdone the young mistress was in her way with men. Fang Geyu was undeniably attractive, but all these years, Lan Youdie had never seen any man daring enough to buzz around her. And now, for the first time, she heard a man’s voice from that jade carriage? Sighs that invited wild thoughts. Lan Youdie felt like she was hearing things. “You little death-seeker, are you? After finishing off Jiujiu and teasing Xiao Yuan’er, now you dare to get fresh with me?! Believe me or not, I could chop off your thing to ‘calm’ you down!” Fang Geyu’s eyes were fierce as she straddled Baili An, her hands gripping the collar of his garment, feeling his hand still on her waist, her expression darkening with rage, her grip suddenly tightening. Then, the sound of fabric tearing. Lan Youdie’s suspicions grew stronger as she listened, her complexion changing. Can someone make that much noise getting dressed? “Hey! Fang Geyu, what exactly are you doing?!” Fang Geyu looked blankly at the torn fabric in her hand, then at the corpse demon beneath her. His outer garment was wide open, and the shirt underneath was crumpled into a mess, revealing a patch of chest under the collar. Baili An watched Fang Geyu become gradually stunned, his gaze calm, “Don’t.” He was responding to her earlier threat of castration. While speaking, he flicked a finger from beneath her, shooting the Snowy Tassel flying. Lan Youdie, already baffled by the ‘don’t’ and its implications, stared blankly as the white tassel fell onto the snowy ground. She couldn’t help but curse inwardly. Wasn’t that the personal belonging of a Taixuan Nine Classics disciple? The man inside was a Taixuan disciple—and from the Nine Classics no less! Damn it! Has Fang Geyu lost her mind, daring to assault a Nine Classics disciple? I’m so done. Out of nowhere, this aggressive flirting nearly broke my back! So it wasn’t that you don’t play with men, you just play those usually unattainable, huh?! Lan Youdie swiftly drew the sword from her waist, gripping it tightly, “Fang Geyu! Keep it cool! We’re in Xianling City, under the empress’ watchful eye. You better not act rashly!” She had never forced anyone in all her years. This young mistress really was daring. Fang Geyu’s gaze grew darker. Yet, Baili An gave her a small smile, his deep eyes as calm as a still pond, his voice low, “Even that young lady outside is pleading for you to stay calm. Can you not come to your senses?” Fang Geyu paused. “Even if I were about to make a move on you, I wouldn’t choose to do so in this carriage. The ride just now made me feel terrible. I really need to vomit. Let’s resolve the trouble at hand quickly so I can get out of here,” said Baili An helplessly, with no indication of impropriety. As he spoke, he took Fang Geyu’s personal sword and slashed a cut on his arm, spilling specks of blood onto the expensive carpet. Even if Fang Geyu was naive, she understood his intention. “But…” She placed a palm on his abdomen, causing Baili An to furrow his brows slightly. “This pendant is quite troublesome,” she pressed, not heavily, but he winced as though in pain. Baili An grasped her wrist, preventing her from further random touches. He coughed lightly, a faint flush over his pallid face, his usually bloodless lips showed an uncustomary crimson as he spoke, “Whether or not the secret stone can detect it, that remains to be seen. Do you have any rouge?” Fang Geyu squinted, then quickly reopened her eyes, speaking blandly, “Right side, third shelf, second column.” Baili An quickly found a box of rouge, murmuring an apology. He spread the bright red rouge over his fingertips and gestured toward Fang Geyu. Fang Geyu frowned, reluctantly lowering her body. His cool fingertips brushed over her lips, leaving behind a seductive red. Her lips trembled lightly. This was the first time in her life a man had ever touched her lips with his fingers. Baili An’s fingers were also slightly unsteady, for it was his first time applying rouge to a lady’s lips. Finally, with remaining wet rouge on his fingertips, he smeared a deliberately ambiguous red mark on his neck. Fang Geyu looked at his actions and mimicked him, blurring the rouge on her lips, then lightly smearing a trail of red at the corner of her mouth and cheek. Seeing her thoroughly calmed and cooperating tacitly in just a few words, Baili An couldn’t help but commend, “Clever.” Fang Geyu carelessly flicked her long hair, undoing the red tie. Hair like dark ink cascaded down, her eyebrows like ink, and her lips intensely alluring. She seemed relaxed as she smiled faintly, her soft, warm hand moving up beneath his inner garment from his waist. She commented, “The one outside isn’t foolish either.” As her words fell, Baili An felt a sudden pain in his chest, as if a kitten had bitten him with its sharp teeth, sharp yet faint. At that moment, he seemed to hear the drum-like beating of Fang Geyu’s heart.

Chapter 195 - 195 193 How Could There Be a Man's Voice

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