Fang Geyu noticed sothing unusual about his expression and was about to ask, but her overly smart mind imdiately realized what her behavior implied in terms of ambiguity.
As the host, stepping on the belly of a lover to assert her position and emphasize the distinction between them made perfect sense.
Yet she followed his wishes, gently when he said gentle, heavily when he said heavy, restrained and flattering in her actions, using her noble foot to rub against his belly.
Isn’t this just like those low-class won in brothels trying to please n?!
Originally, Fang Geyu called him in with the intention to give him a knockdown power, but that intention has been completely overturned!
"Disgusting!"
"Cheap!"
"Dirty!"
"Stinking cockroach!"
"How could there be such a despicable toad like you in the world!"
Fang Geyu shook with anger, her face flushed with humiliation and disgust.
She wished she could summon the Ten Directions Sword to slice this shaless thing in half.
To think her wisdom that lasted a lifeti was led astray by this mischievous brat, performing such a shaful foolish act.
"I’ll stomp you to death, you stinking cockroach, rotten cricket!"
Fang Geyu’s small face angrily pinched up, and her small foot severely stomped downwards.
Baili An panicked inside, realizing he had gone too far with his teasing.
Quickly, he caught her ankle with his hand, lessening the force, as he held her small foot tightly in his embrace, like protecting one’s food.
This sudden closeness made Fang Geyu freeze.
Baili An was also exceptionally surprised, seeing Fang Geyu so frantically berserk, it was as if he saw her in the Ghost House many years ago.
The look of her feeling persecuted, furious and shy.
Who says that erasing mories and sealing emotions makes one a different person?
This defiance, rage, sha, and shyness, isn’t it still the deanor that Fang Geyu should display?
Fang Geyu’s small fists clenched tightly, obviously on the verge of an outburst, but she restrained herself.
Her face frighteningly dark, she sat on a stool, withdrew her bare foot, and used a handkerchief to rub it vigorously, almost wishing to scrub off a layer of skin.
She was clearly very angry, yet insisted on pretending nothing was wrong, grinding her small tiger teeth as she said:
"Daring to humiliate like this within the bounds of Shifang City, you’re the first."
Baili An initially felt a bit apologetic for his mischief, but seeing her reaction so interesting.
She no longer seed like a cold and empty shell, it made him feel a burst of grateful joy.
Watching Miss Fang, who looked like a cat with its tail stepped on, Baili An’s heavy mood also relaxed.
He kneeled and sat on the ground, one hand on his knee, his handso face faintly smiling, inexplicably amiable and warm.
"Fang Geyu, didn’t you say you’ve sealed your seven emotions, your heart is empty and has nothing, and the world’s joys and sorrows are no longer your concern?
Why react so intensely and angrily now?
Even though it was indeed an accident just now, if it weren’t for this, I would have thought you’d forever remain calm and indifferent, detached, never moved."
Fang Geyu’s vigorous rubbing on the top of her foot briefly paused.
She lifted her eyelids, the blush on her cheeks yet to fade, but her gaze cooled first.
"How was I to know you could be so shalessly excessive?"
Baili An smirked as he looked at her, calmly stating: "Is Miss Fang genuinely oblivious, or pretending ignorance? Such matters between a lover and a lady are perfectly normal.
For Miss Fang, whose emotions are sealed within the Seven Emotions Lock Box, to be angry over such things, isn’t it precisely the embarrassnt of a small girl?"
Skillfully shifting the bla, leaving others speechless in refute.
Ordinary households with a concubine have to touch and feel each other, even historical Empresses with privately kept lovers, don’t simply leave them untouched staring.
If her seven emotions are extinguished, indifferent to outside matters, a woman’s innocence.
If the world’s love and hate have nothing to do with her empty heart, why feel sha and anger.
To achieve great things, leveraging his position as a lover naturally, spending serene nights with him would also be reasonable.
The handkerchief in Fang Geyu’s hand suddenly got tightly crumpled, her always clear eyes seed dangerous.
Baili An casually switched legs to rest his arm, speaking light-heartedly: "Miss Fang now has lost her mory, only not rembering the past related to , naturally unknown to what happened in the Ghost House back then."
He raised his hand, thumb gently stroking the edge of the stool her translucent exquisite toe rested on, intimate yet containing a hint of ambiguous seduction.
"This incident is indeed not the first, compared to past tis when Miss Fang experienced firsthand, today the boundaries are just right."
Baili An’s deliberate provocation truly made Fang Geyu’s face show anger once more, but before she could act, his gaze deepened, smiling as he said:
"It truly is nostalgic, Miss Fang’s current expression and reaction, is so wonderfully amusing just like four years ago in the Ghost House."
The wind and snow raised turbulent waves, blowing chill inside, and the fireplace’s raging fire finally dwindled away bit by bit.
Fang Geyu’s gaze also, under the infusion of wind and snow, gradually turned icy.
Her eyes contained a cold mocking smile, "Up until now, you’re still probing, suspecting that I’m lingering over feelings for you, and reluctant to part with mories of you?
Turns out n are such naive and foolish creatures, don’t you know.
For the Evil God True Ancestor, an intangible union of desire, a young girl’s love emotions are precisely the deadliest alluring nourishnt?"
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