Chapter 706: Chapter 602: Stupid Cat and Bad Cat_2
Seeing her tone soften, Baili An smiled and asked, “What would you have do?”
Ning Feiyan smiled seductively and said, “If you treat tonight the sa way I treated you last night, I will comply with everything.”
She knew that despite Baili An’s seemingly easy-going nature, he had an innate pride that would not bend. Although many n lusted after the body of an Enchanting Demon, none would willingly kneel before one.
After all, the common perception was that while the body of an Enchanting Demon might be enticing, their reputation was so poor that most viewed them as nothing more than playthings, beneath the consideration of any respectable man.
Sure enough, without even a mont’s hesitation, he simply pushed her hand away.
Ning Feiyan realized he was backing off, which at once relieved and strangely saddened her.
It made sense, after all. How could such a straight-laced man be as reckless as she was?
Ning Feiyan, who was just about to curl her legs and untie the knot at her waist, suddenly felt an icy hand grasp the sole of her foot.
Startled, she opened her eyes wide to see Baili An slowly kneeling before her.
He gently placed her foot on his knee. As he looked up, his eyes held a gentle, watery smile. His expression seed relaxed, yet there was an almost imperceptible hesitance and tension.
His handso face flushed as if he had taken a drink, “In matters of the boudoir, I’m not as skilled as you. If there’s anything I do that’s not up to par, you’ll have to instruct .”
Ning Feiyan’s mind was in turmoil. Did this boy even know what he was doing?
After Baili An finished speaking, he leaned in closer.
The rain outside the window grew heavier, and a cool breeze entered the room, slightly lowering the temperature between Ning Feiyan’s skin.
Baili An did not rush to get up, instead resting his chin on her stomach, his long hair gracefully spread out. He chuckled and said, “Bad cat, you really are sweet.”
Ning Feiyan’s heart skipped a beat at that word ‘sweet.’
This boy… was he flirting with her?
The incense burner wafted silent smoke, and the rain outside wept, with heavy moisture filling the air. Baili An quieted down for a mont, then pulled Ning Feiyan close by wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
Ning Feiyan knew what he was about to do, and her body stiffened slightly, instinctively struggling a bit.
But it was not as cold and sharp as before.
Baili An curved his lips into a smile. Perhaps from being around her too much, he had acquired so unnecessary knowledge. In the twilight, he teased her innocently, “Sister Fei Yan, I want…”
Ning Feiyan was utterly shocked, “Where did you learn to be so shalessly low?”
Baili An fixed his gaze intently on her.
Ning Feiyan fell silent.
Okay, he had learned it from her.
But ultimately, she relaxed her rigid body and said, “Extinguish the candle.”
Baili An did as he was told, and when he looked back, the light in the room had dimd to re shadows.
He reached out to pull her closer and whispered, “Miss Ning, could you turn over and lie face down?”
Ning Feiyan fell silent again.
“Miss Ning?”
She cast him a cool glance, “Why have you stopped calling sister?” After speaking, she blushed and turned away.
Ning Feiyan felt she was becoming increasingly shaless, daring to make such a questionable request.
Baili An’s eyes widened slightly, then he chuckled, “Sister Fei Yan, perhaps you could lie face down?”
Ning Feiyan glanced at him again, guessing at his intentions, “You don’t need to worry about my wounds.”
Though she said this, she obediently positioned herself at the desk, staring blankly out the window.
The moonlight that had not yet faded cast its glow on her pale skin, intertwining with her ink-black hair wrapped around her alabaster arms, her figure curvaceous and enticing.
Covered in delicate sweat, it was clear she was nervous, the moisture tracing the elegant line of her spine, pooling invitingly in the small of her back.
Baili An took it further, “How about you co to for anything you need this month?”
Sure.
She nearly agreed, beguiled by the little black-hearted wolf cub.
Seeing that she did not respond, the foolish cat nipped dangerously at her neck. Ning Feiyan, worn out from his persistence, hurriedly said, “Behave, and I’ll consider it.”
Baili An laughed with delight.
The warmth of the beauty beneath him rose, intoxicating him. In his gaze, her delicate little ears slowly elongated, tapering to pointiness, and her vacant and enchanting golden pupils seed to gaze out the window in a daze.
The red Treasure Bead hanging from her earlobe glistened more beautifully, swaying in the night.
The window rattled with the storm, and Ning Feiyan, her words a jumble, repeatedly called him a foolish cat and a villain, barely able to form coherent sounds.
Eventually, she ran out of strength and lazily kicked Baili An, whimpering in a seductive tone, “I’m so hot, uncomfortably hot, co closer and cool down.”
Baili An moved as she complained of heat, only to earn another displeased hum, “Haven’t you heard that an Enchanting Demon by nature is a Spiritual Body that nurtures the Wanling? You did well today; I’ll nourish you.”
Baili An cleared his throat lightly, cool chest pressed against her back, and laughed, “I never knew Enchanting Demons had such power?”
Ning Feiyan, too comfortable to move even a finger, responded weakly, “If the body of an Enchanting Demon weren’t so valuable, would the upright and Righteous be so madly drawn to it? Of course, this requires the Enchanting Demon’s consent; otherwise…”
Her eyes flirtatiously curved, “You n would just have to accept defeat.”
Baili An wisely begged for rcy, “Then Sister, please be gentle.”
Ning Feiyan laughed at his teasing, saying, “Change positions; you lying on is uncomfortable.”
Baili An humd in agreent, “Shall I carry you to bed?”
This ti, Ning Feiyan did not feel any aversion to him going to her bedchamber.
She looked at him, her eyes brimming with seduction, like half-closed blossoms shaking on the verge of falling, soft and delicate in the dim moonlight.
Baili An, watching her allure, suddenly tightened his breath, his gaze darkening.
Ning Feiyan’s cheeks flushed under his gaze, and she couldn’t help but punch his chest lightly, “Foolish cat, what are you staring at?”
Her playful punch was about to land when Ning Feiyan shifted her gaze and noticed the scabbed-over sword wound on his chest.
Corpse demons naturally had powerful self-healing power. Were it not for injuries caused by direct sunlight, they would heal without scars over ti.
Moved, Ning Feiyan recalled the mories of that night, already guessing that the scar must be the indelible mark left by that strange silver sword that had killed him.
She stared at the scar for a long ti, the flush fading from her face, and then she couldn’t help but ask, “What does death… feel like?”
Baili An seed to pause, looking at her with so surprise.
Aware she had misspoken, Ning Feiyan curled her finger thoughtlessly on his chest and laughed it off, “I’m just curious; you don’t have to answer.”
Baili An pondered for a mont, then said, “Death is like a long, icy slumber, empty and cold, with no other special feelings. Although I have no mories of my life before, I felt a sense of release and ease at the mont of death, and it wasn’t painful.”
The fingers resting on his chest clenched tighter. Ning Feiyan looked up and gazed into his eyes, her smile fading slightly, “So for you, death wasn’t a painful or frightful thing, but living is?”
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