Ning Feiyan bit her lower lip tightly, well aware that if he truly wished to force himself upon her at that mont, she would not have the slightest ability to resist in her current state.
Firstly, there was an enormous disparity in strength, and secondly, during the Enchanting Demon’s period of turmoil, every single move he made was imnsely seductive and attractive to her.
Although Ning Feiyan was arrogant, she was not so foolish as to be blind to reality.
However, Enchanting Demons were a race both monogamous and promiscuous.
It was exactly because of this innate licentious nature that Enchanting Demons developed an unusual fixation on their soulmates.
To an Enchanting Demon, there were two types of opposite-sex partners.
One type was simply chosen to satisfy desires, a bed companion toy selected with care for monts of pleasure, sticking close together for sheer delight.
Once tired or bored, they would seek new obedient toys and never looked back to pick up and cherish the ones discarded after growing weary of them.
The other type was the one and only, recognized for life, truly able to be cherished in one’s heart, the person with whom they wanted to spend forever.
Yet, very few Enchanting Demons ever married. Those who swore oaths in Beiyuan Forest and vowed eternal togetherness in Chaos were extrely rare ’husbands’ and ’wives’ among their kind.
Ning Feiyan did not know whether Baili An counted as the first type of person for her, but one thing she was certain of:
Baili An could never beco the second type.
Having lived through cold years, Ning Feiyan felt that such emotions were not worth pursuing with fervor.
Born a demon, she sought the power to look down upon the world; her world had no place for dreams.
If she attempted to demand more, as she had initially tried, it would be tantamount to reaching barehanded for a blade to wound herself.
Such lessons were too bitter, too painful; she did not know how many tis she had endured them.
The ways of the world were vast, ti was limited, so why trouble oneself with needless distress?
On careful consideration, it was better to treat him as an ordinary trifle.
Even though this was the first toy she had suffered a loss to in her career as an Enchanting Demon.
But it had been many months since those absurd few days in Xianling City, and even though she’d been the one forced then,
due to the pride of an Enchanting Demon, she stubbornly believed that Baili An was just a little guy she had grown tired of and no longer needed.
As an Enchanting Demon, to look back and pick up a toy one had thrown away was a matter of great sha.
But if she were asked to seek other n to alleviate her plight... she seed incapable of that too.
After struggling to weigh her options for a while, Ning Feiyan decided to find a middle ground.
Her beautiful eyes lifted to et Baili An’s black and peaceful eyes, which were like black gems hidden in water, showing no trace of flirtation or charm.
This made Ning Feiyan involuntarily recall the embarrassnts of that night.
Thankfully, he had no mory of it; today she must not let herself be controlled and manipulated by him as she had been that night.
Through the half-open window lattice, the chilly and refreshing early spring night breeze entered. At the far end of the opposite corridor, the lights in both rooms had gone out at so unknown ti.
The silent night, the silent candlelight.
Ning Feiyan slowly closed her eyelids and upon reopening them, she had resud her usual calm and charming deanor.
Her gaze was soft and unfathomable.
She smiled lightly, as though unconcerned, "Since Your Majesty has granted to the master, I shall duly serve with all my heart. It’s just that at the mont, it is a critical period. The master has these scrolls unread, which might make it inconvenient to proceed. I have a thought that could fulfill the master’s wishes and yet resolve the turmoil. I wonder if the master would let try."
The repeated calls of ’master’ were indeed winding around one’s bones with irony in many layers.
Baili An had estimated that after the trouble she had caused in her bed for a while a few nights ago, he would probably need to spend half the night pampering her instead of focusing on his books.
Now hearing that she had a thod that satisfied both demands, his curiosity was piqued, "If you truly have a way, why not try?"
Ning Feiyan’s gaze flowed as she smiled faintly without a word.
She slowly slid down from his embrace. Knees that had never bent even in the agony of captivity now knelt easily between his legs. Her delicate and pretty fingers, like those peeling a fruit, skillfully untied his sash.
His robe fell open, revealing the tight, powerful muscles of the young man’s torso.
As an Enchanting Demon not exactly adept at playing with n, she nevertheless had a knack for undressing.
Baili An’s palm tensed, feeling the soft touch of her hand, and his face imdiately flushed with confusion, as if he hadn’t expected her to act so decisively and skillfully.
This was not how things worked with Jiujiu.
Shouldn’t there be a cozy embrace first, a brewing of an emotion?
In a rush, he couldn’t help but instinctively grab Ning Feiyan’s wrist, "You..."
"?" Ning Feiyan tilted her head, chuckling, "What’s with the act of hesitation, master?"
While speaking, she feigned a sudden realization, her lips lightly curving with a seductive sneer, "I understand now, master likes it this way~"
Before Baili An could speak, she lowered her shoulders, her beautiful lips parted slightly as she lightly bit and tugged at his sash, her bewitching eyes silently raised, seeming to seduce but actually silent provocation.
The image was strikingly impactful; Baili An’s mind went blank for a mont before blood rushed to his head.
Such indiscreet acts perford by her embodied entanglent and charm, a titillating sha.
In his heart, only three words remained.
This demoness!
In the Pavilion of Five Halls, amid blooming pear blossoms, the Star River transford above, while the Mortal World curtain hung low below.
Moonlight danced across clear waves, the small window captured dusk, and candlelight illuminated the secluded platform, painting the bustling night Capital as a serene evening scroll.
Her sash fell loose on the ground, the unique warmth of a woman’s breath like a faint orchid’s drifted up to him, the strands of hair that fell from her temple smoothly slid down, their ends brushing his skin like sweeping feathers.
Whether intentional or not, her motions were exceedingly slow—an act of a cunning fox, alluring and dangerous.
Baili An’s heart raced to his throat, his voice tense, "What are you doing?"
Ning Feiyan’s eyes shimred, her lovely lips curled with an enticing smile, her gaze tender yet with an almost imperceptible shyness.
"Thou desirest my beauty, I seek thy body, the master has important matters this night, I dare not be presumptuous. The nature of an Enchanting Demon is hard to deal with, yet also simple; I told the master before, we naturally feed on a Cultivator’s spirit. Just stay calm, master, and I have ways to alleviate the toxic misery of the turmoil."
Baili An’s handso face quickly flushed, although Ning Feiyan’s words were surprisingly gentle, he deciphered the veiled implications.
His mind involuntarily recalled the absurd scene between Fang Geyu and the Ghost Mountain decadent house.
He cleared his throat, eyes drifting to the little books on the desk.
Thinking this might be good; it seed he would not need to exert himself.
Using the ti saved to read diligently could serve two purposes.
Ning Feiyan, who caught every subtle glance, laughed with a hint of mockery, "The master should not think that without your effort, this matter will be easy. Since you’ve taken the initiative to provoke an Enchanting Demon, you ought to know how formidable one in turmoil can be. If it doesn’t go well, it would be troubleso to explain to His Majesty on your wedding day."
From above, Baili An looked at her, "River Lord Ning has quite the sharp tongue."
"Is that so?" With a mischievous glint in her bewitching eyes and uncontainable charm, Ning Feiyan replied, "I have greater skills yet unseen by you."
Under Baili An’s lowered gaze, she modestly lowered her head.
Her naturally theatrical eyes swirled, hesitating for a mont as the laughter in her eyes seed to shy away.
Although an Enchanting Demon must be proficient in love affairs and the like, she actually learned most from illustrations.
Upon closer inspection today, she recalled a phrase.
It truly fit the saying from the books.
Inner beauty reflects outwardly.
The boy had clean eyes, fair skin as if intricately carved out of snow.
However...
Ning Feiyan’s eyes wandered, unable to contain herself; she broke into laughter.
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