Chapter 272 - 272 270 Who's Taking Care of You

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272: Chapter 270: Who’s Taking Care of You 272: Chapter 270: Who’s Taking Care of You While I was previously fully engaged in the battle with the corpse demon, I could not yet perceive it. Now, as Fang Geyu pressed his entire body upon me, my heart burned hot as fire, and the sudden transformation of my body caught me off guard. Like the raging night sea, like the surging of clouds. How could this be?! Baili An’s head was spinning in the moment. He was caught in an inner turmoil. His mind was in utter chaos. The corpse demon let out a mocking laugh, “I do not know where you learned these poor measures to deal with me, but no matter how sweetly you talk, you cannot deceive your own body. With the drum sound inducing desire, everything will be revealed without escape.” Because only desire truly understands the evil thoughts of the human heart. With enticement, with induction, it can spread into a disaster, becoming uncontrollable! And tonight, only by being free of thoughts and intentions was it possible to survive this ordeal. The pernicious drum sound capable of engendering feelings in all creatures had already taken root in the heart of the drum listener. Once an intention arises, it will be easily nurtured and fattened, take root and sprout, then grow into a tree with exaggerated vigor. She spoke deliberately, it was unclear whether she was mocking him or herself, “Do you… long for her dependence and closeness to you? Do you… crave the need of others for you?” Her raspy voice seemed to be filled with the ultimate enticement and bewitchment, “Does it feel desperate to be abandoned, not to have the anticipation of someone important to yourself? Do you want to be valued, to cast off the unbearable pain you carry in life? Why not indulge for once?” Baili An’s usually gentle features finally showed a hint of anger, “You… shut your mouth! Hmm…” His voice suddenly became fraught with gasps. At some moment, their closely clinging bodies were propped apart by her. Fang Geyu’s hand was braced on his waist, her cheek crooked, her eyes misty and confused, she chuckled foolishly while looking at the teeth marks at the center of his throat. Baili An did not have time to think, with unknown strength, one hand supported her shoulder. He gritted his teeth, looking down in disbelief. Fang Geyu was propped on top of him, her hips and waist a wonderful curve, and her pale neck flushed with enticing color. The little cinnabar mole behind her ear was strikingly red and tempting. On the big red wedding quilt, Baili’s bridegroom attire was unknowingly tossed aside. There was a slender and delicate finger whimsically tracing circles on his skin. Baili An’s eyes instantly reddened, his mind exploded, a chill surged over his body, and too many emotions flashed through his eyes. Embarrassment, discomfort, awkwardness, but more than these, was astonishment. Even though his soul was under control, he really couldn’t imagine that the high-and-mighty Miss would do such unmentionable things. She wasn’t Jiujiu. “Fang… Fang Geyu…” he tried to awaken her, but found his voice hoarse, as if covered in a layer of scalding smoke, a thirst different from blood loss. That voice scared him too. His mind was in disarray, and for a moment, he truly didn’t know what to say. To scold angrily? To beg for mercy? His thoughts were chaotic to the extreme, and aside from the wildly growing desire, what gradually immersed Baili An into an unknown restlessness was an emotion never felt before, sprouting and filling his cooled heart chamber. What was this? How could this be? In the ancient coffin, he was drugged with the seductive scent, lost for a time, but even then, he was able to come to his senses at the last moment, to stay clear-headed. If it weren’t for Jiujiu’s forceful advances, that absurd night could have been avoided. But why tonight, could an ignorant Miss, a young girl, drive him to such an embarrassingly helpless situation? In response to Baili An’s call, Fang Geyu raised her innocent, charming face. Compared to the first meeting at Kongcang Mountain, the girl’s slightly plump babyface now had a sharp beauty. She could not see the face of the man in front of her clearly, yet she knew who he was. She slammed her head onto his chest, the fingers of her free hand pressing heavily on his heart. Her speech slurred, like a petulant child, “Tell me! Who is harboring the little corpse demon?!” Baili An couldn’t follow her foolishness; while the Miss asked him questions, she also bullied him. She had always been smart, with a talent for quick learning and self-taught skills. A terrifying tingling rushed all the way to his scalp, his throat hoarse, “Fang Geyu… don’t do this!” Unable to wait for an answer, Fang Geyu seemed dissatisfied. The finger pressing on his heart increased in strength, with an accusing tone she said, “Little corpse demon, you’re very bold!” Her delicate, flushed face lifted from his chest, cute and rosy-cheeked, but her eyes were fiercely tight, “Scoundrel, tell me, which kind-hearted master is raising a little corpse demon?” She was relentless. The Miss questioned with a fierce expression, her words forceful. Yet that term ‘scoundrel’ exuded a tender and coquettish air. Despite her unyielding attitude, it gave one a sense of ultimate despair. Mixed with that address, Baili An unwittingly let out a moan close to oblivion, tinged with a panicked unrest. His mind buzzed, Baili An pressed his head hard against the beam behind him, blood in his eyes receding, his pupils filled with confusion and chaos. Fang Geyu gingerly raised her dreamy eyes, slowly propping her body up, her other slender jade-like fingertip touching the bite mark on his neck, her fingertip warm and slightly damp, and with a maddeningly regretful tone she said, “You’re so useless.” Baili An, not yet recovered from the shock, was hit with an unparalleled blow. He glared at her powerlessly, but could not utter a word. His heart was aggrieved and angry, and even more perplexed. Fang Geyu wiped her palm on his wedding attire, “Little corpse demon, having fun?” Baili An was extremely mortified, “Fang! Geyu! Please, come to your senses, will you?” How could he maintain a normal mindset to face her after this? This little demoness, when her mania struck, it truly was lethal! At this moment, Fang Geyu was like an exquisite shell, her every word and emotion perfectly controlled by the drum sound. Baili An was emotionally complex. Although Fang Geyu seemed like a noble and proud golden canary beneath the delicate birdcage, he knew well the stubbornness and perseverance hiding under that blooming exterior. He didn’t believe she would be so easily defeated by the illusion to this extent. Baili An faintly felt that Fang Geyu’s current unusual state was not solely affected by the Human Skin Drum’s sound. Then, the corpse demon laughed mockingly, “Yun Shulang, since when have you become so inept?” Baili An’s face burned with a boom. Only then did he remember the embarrassing, absurd incident, and that others had eavesdropped and become aware. His usually gentle eyes showed a rare hint of resentful anger, glaring at the corpse demon He Sha.

Chapter 272 - 272 270 Who's Taking Care of You

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