Chapter 276 - 276 274 Frost Ah

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276: Chapter 274: Frost Ah 276: Chapter 274: Frost Ah Baili An: “…” He didn’t answer. Fang Geyu was very confident about this condition, she slowly relaxed her body, struggling to suppress her shyness. She gently bit his earlobe, her face flushing, and with a soft voice, she asked again, “Is it okay?” Baili An’s body suddenly stiffened, and he suddenly whispered through his clenched teeth, calling out a name: “Xiaoshuang…” Through the faint whisper, this call felt to her like pushing a door in the dead of winter, seeking warmth, only to have a bucket of ice-cold water, filled with sharp and biting ice shards, doused over her. She found herself utterly drenched and disheveled, both cold and startled. The flush on Fang Geyu’s face instantly faded to a frost-like pallor! Whose name was he calling out?! And to whom was he responding?! The slender legs that were tightly wrapped around his waist felt as if they had instantly been drained of all strength and slid down powerlessly. Her body shook with tremors, her hand clutching his hair quivered, yet she still held on, not letting go. How ridiculous. Just like a clueless fool, made to wear an imperceptible mask, she reveled in joy secretly beneath this facade. After all, the feeling of being held in someone’s hand and hidden within their heart was truly wonderful. But it wasn’t hers. It was all fake! Tears began to slide from the corners of her eyes, and amidst the chaos, it seemed as though something bitter welled up, causing a slight ache in her throat. For the second time in her life, she realized how fragile her will could be, nearly shattering completely. She wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and, with both hands, heavily cupped Baili An’s cheeks, throwing herself forward in a self-destructive embrace. Pain surged through her. After drying her tears, her demeanor returned to normal, devoid of any shyness or pain, just indifferently and proudly looking down at the young man beneath her. Baili An couldn’t help but frown, yet his hands moved quickly, reaching out to grasp her slender waist, stopping just in time, narrowly averting a disastrous mistake. He propped himself up, his pupils reflecting Fang Geyu’s face as he ground out between clenched teeth, “Xiaoshuang…” Fang Geyu raised her eyebrows, revealing a faint, mocking smile, and said, “You’ve hurt me.” She grabbed Baili An’s open garment and forcefully pulled him close to her face. As their eyes met, hers appeared dark and dangerous, “I, Fang Geyu, am vengeful. I have remembered the pain you’ve given me. Next, make sure you remember the pain I’ll give you. Next time, be careful not to call out the wrong name—” As her words ended, she bent her knee and sharply thrust it upward, producing a muffled thud! Her merciless force was as violent as running through a Corpse Pearl. Baili An let out a pained wail, collapsing onto the bed, his shoulders and back spasming and trembling. Fang Geyu gave a cold laugh, glancing sideways at the stunned, petrified female corpse He Sha, and a tear shaped beautifully at the corners of her eyes. The one who dries her tears without further useless crying, naturally wasn’t shedding these out of sadness or distress. That tear was golden. As it fell, the golden tear silently ignited, ablaze with radiant golden flames that held no heat, as if it were the indifferent gaze of a Heavenly God watching over all creation. Yet, the female corpse let out a harrowing scream. She covered her face with her hands as her exposed skin rapidly reddened, as if scalded by fire, and horrific blisters emerged. As the black mist dispersed, the female corpse fled through the window. Soon, the flame tears disappeared like fireworks, vanishing in an instant, wilting into a wisp of faint blue smoke. Fang Geyu’s body softened, seemingly drained, her complexion as pale as paper. But despite the heavy injuries caused by the rash use of the Secret Technique within her body, she struggled to stand up with a weakened frame. The large red happiness character on the curtain was swept away by the fierce wind. With the escape of the female corpse, the illusion inside the room also began to lose its original colors. No longer were there red candles in this bridal room. Cobwebs and dust were everywhere, the curtains were old and dusty, revealing an aura of decay and cold desolation. The half-dressed young girl stood in this desolation, looking down with a cold, mocking gaze at the young man trembling on the couch. She watched his hand clutching the quilt, veins bulging from the pain, and his fragile appearance as he caught his breath through clenched teeth. Without a hint of compassion, she stood in front of him, slowly raising a delicate foot, not shying away from exposing it. Baili An breathed heavily, glanced at her, then quickly averted his eyes without saying much more, silently moving his hand aside. To this action, Fang Geyu twitched the corner of her mouth in slight surprise, but her resolve to teach him a lesson remained unwavering. Another scream escaped from him; he bit the back of his hand as his eyes reddened with pain. No one in the world could withstand such pain. Fang Geyu nodded, “Hmm, finally behaving, not bad.” She said, and then, without holding back, did it again. Baili An writhed on the bed in excruciating pain, blood seeping from his lips, incapable of taking a full breath. Fang Geyu lifted her foot again, but the corner of her eye caught his pain-stricken face, devoid of any panic, without a single plea for mercy. For some reason, her previously cold heart felt inexplicably blocked. To whom was he showing this masochism? Eventually, she withdrew her leg and squatted in front of Baili An, her hands embracing her knees, her long black hair falling peacefully over her shoulders, looking as innocent as a delicate doll. Fang Geyu asked, “Does it hurt?” Baili An’s spine stiffened, but he didn’t answer her question, taking several deep breaths. He lifted his teary eyes to look at her and asked hoarsely, “Will you continue?” Fang Geyu hadn’t expected him to ask that and was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to respond. “So what if I continue? What if I don’t?” Baili An said, “If you think it’s enough, I’d like to put on my clothes.” Fang Geyu gave a cold laugh, “What if I’m determined not to give up?” Baili An twisted his brows, his face showing struggle and hesitation, with a shade of worry. Fang Geyu greatly appreciated this complex expression on his face, feeling an unexplained surge of vindictive pleasure. He must be silently condemning her heartlessness, each of them was half right and half wrong, yet just because of her capriciousness and domineering attitude, he had to bear this bitter fruit alone. Surely he was cursing her countless times in his mind. But so what. After all, Fang Geyu had been domineering for more than just a day or two. Unexpectedly, Baili An reached out and pulled the red bridal robe that belonged to her, placing it in front of her, and said softly, “Put your clothes on, then go outside and find a brick, will you?” Fang Geyu was baffled by his nonsensical suggestion, “What do you need a brick for?” Baili An spoke very calmly, “A girl’s feet aren’t meant for things like this, and they still need to be washed if they bleed. Isn’t it better to just smash with a brick?” Fang Geyu was nearly shocked by his outrageous proposition! What do you mean ‘just smash with a brick’? Is this like smashing walnuts? You can’t be seriously making such off-key jokes with a straight face. Fang Geyu became a bit angry, but as she saw the earnest look in Baili An’s eyes, she was surprised once more. He wasn’t joking. Her mood inexplicably began to feel more irritable.

Chapter 276 - 276 274 Frost Ah

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