—A bloody lesson tells us that when facing a wild beast, one must never hesitate. The price of hesitation could be utter destruction.
Regardless of how Ning Xian, who had transformed into a beast, perceived such acts of conquest, it was certainly not "enjoyable" for the victim, Feng. Where her teeth and tongue had traversed, they left behind marks and bloodstains. Where there were teeth, there was a tongue; where there was a tongue, there were teeth. It wasn't just pure pain or pure itching; it was utter torment.
Feng clenched and clenched her fists, suppressing the urge to simply slap the fist away several times, letting it continue its rampage.
Seemingly finally tired of biting, but still reluctant to give up the alluring touch of thin yet resilient skin, she simply hugged his warm and supple body, rubbing against his chest, until the several bloody teeth marks on his chest made him gasp in pain.
—Just bear with it, it'll pass soon.
Ning Xian propped himself up, his clothes loosened from the rubbing, a smug smile playing on his lips, his cheeks still stained with blood, making him look exceptionally alluring… Feng felt her heart pound, her mind reeling. Although he was usually rather dim-witted… she had to admit, Ning Xian could indeed be… very captivating at times.
The body felt a chill when exposed to the slightly cold air, but the internal temperature kept rising; through the thin layer of skin, it was a sensation of both ice and fire.
Ning Xian smiled wickedly, leaned down and kissed him forcefully. As the kiss lingered, the taste of blood slowly filled his mouth, seemingly stirring up the wildness that was stirring within him...
Ning Xian kissed him enough, then lingered, pecking at his lips, savoring the soft, cool touch. She slowly licked his lips with her tongue, then nestled contentedly against his chest, embracing his supple body before drifting off to sleep…
A surge of anger rushed to his head. Feng had never thought of swearing before—this madman! How dare he let him fall asleep at this hour!
He flipped over and pinned Ning Xian beneath him, then bit down hard on her fair, slender neck in revenge—
With a short, sharp cry of pain, Ning Xian angrily opened his eyes, glaring at the guy who dared to disturb his sweet dreams, and prepared to fight back—fight back—fight back—fight back—fight back—
Who's on top and who's on the bottom, who knows—who cares?
Ning Xian slept soundly until the sun was high in the sky, then groggily awoke. She tried to lazily turn over, but found herself bound by something, unable to move. But it was warm, soft, and comfortable, so she decided to continue sleeping...
He scooted back a little, and a familiar voice let out a soft groan. Ning Xian suddenly opened his eyes, sat up abruptly, and turned to look at the warm, soft object behind him—
"Aaaaaahh ...
After seeing the naked "object" behind him, he was pushed backward as if his tail had been stepped on. Suddenly, there was nothing behind him, and he and the blanket tumbled backward, falling to the ground. (3D/2D copyright protection! Respect the author! Oppose piracy!)
—What's going on, Fengfeng? Why is she in bed without any clothes on?!?
Feng remained silent, propping herself up and coldly observing, waiting for her to realize the situation—a slight chill ran through her body. Looking down, she saw half of her smooth body exposed outside the blanket. A sharper scream escaped her throat as she pulled the blanket tighter, revealing a pale arm pointing at Feng: "You beast, you attacked me at night!?" Before she finished speaking, the blanket was pulled down further, exposing most of Feng's body, right up to her waist and abdomen—the "brutal" marks clearly visible in the alluring view, not only with clear teeth marks but also with congealed blood, making them even more vivid, clearly showing someone's brutality. Who was the victim and who was the beastly perpetrator?
Ning Xian froze, instantly petrified—finally, the last blanket slipped off Feng's body, shattering the petrification, and Ning Xian's scream once again echoed throughout the entire Bai mansion—
—Somewhere, Mu Yuan looked up with a black line on her face—Uh…the missing person has been found…
On the other side, Ning Xian sat down with his hands on the ground, utterly despondent.
Buddha...did I really do it? Brother, Father, Mother...your son has finally fallen into beastly ways...did I really do it? Did I really do it? And it was a phoenix—and the most hateful thing is—why do I remember nothing at all?!
Should we really do it? Is there any hope that it's just a misunderstanding?
Clinging to the last glimmer of hope, she cautiously looked up at Feng for confirmation, but Feng simply leaned there without comment, giving her a cold glance and a barely perceptible snort, as if to say, "Do what you want," making it impossible to discern anything from her...
Mother... please tell me what to do... I'm on the verge of tears.
If I could, I would like to just pack up and jump out the window and run away, pretending that nothing ever happened—but... the person lying on the bed in front of me is the infamous Lord Feng, known as the human butcher... I feel powerless... Am I destined to be a fugitive, hunted down by the entire Blissful Paradise?
From the moment he officially joined the Demonic Sect, Long Jue coldly told him—joining the Demonic Sect means you can be willful and reckless, and you can commit evil deeds, but you must bear the consequences of your own actions.
Wiping away tears that hadn't even come out, she forced a smile and said to Feng, who was waiting to be "dealt with," "Um... Lord Feng... although I know you're unwilling, the deed has already been done, and I can't shirk responsibility..." To take advantage of someone and then walk away is the act of a beast... although I really wanted to do that...
Feng raised an eyebrow and waited to go down.
"Then... I'll have to trouble Lord Feng to follow along and be my young master—" A chill ran down his spine as he felt two icy gazes piercing his head like knives. He hurriedly looked up and said, "No, no, I'll make you my official wife! I'll definitely make you my official wife! I swear!!"
Feng grabbed the coat hanging by the bedside and draped it over herself, loosely tying the belt around her waist. She walked up to him, revealing the shocking "evidence" on her chest, and squatted down in front of him, saying, "Be careful with your words, and remember your own words—wait." She then gave him a cold, sword-like look, got up, and went to wash up.
—Wanting to cry but unable to, wanting to die but having nowhere to turn— Ning Xian collapsed to the ground, utterly powerless. Brother… wrong, I shouldn’t have ignored you… how am I supposed to clean up this mess? —Addendum: To make matters worse, I don’t remember anything, and I didn’t get any benefits! (…You’re the one who’s really in the way, right?)
Damn it, they've elevated this dead phoenix to the top, and they're determined to eat their way out until their backs ache and their legs are sore they can't get out of bed!
……
Ning Xian's scream that echoed throughout the Bai residence that morning was probably heard by almost everyone in the mansion. Among them, some likely knew the inside story, or perhaps they knew the wrong story.
Only Bai Mo, who had been drugged with aphrodisiacs, overslept and was completely unaware of what was happening.
When he woke up, he was still wondering why he had never overslept in his twenty-odd years, including when he was sick. Later, he vaguely heard the servants talking and the veiled and ambiguous tips, so he had no mind to think about the problem.
Those fragmented words seem to point to an undeniable issue: to deny something even at this point would be truly self-deception. However, many things may not be as people imagine. Before knowing the exact facts, any misunderstandings and rumors may arise, and none should be readily believed; silence is the only option.
However, without waiting for anyone to verify, Ning Xian knocked on his study door, slammed the black and white paper on his desk, and said with the fierce determination of a warrior cutting off his own arm, "The letter of divorce has been drafted, sign it!"
Chapter 56
"The letter of divorce has been drafted; please sign it!"
Bai Mo looked up, casually picked up the draft letter of divorce, glanced at it briefly, and saw that the reason for divorcing his wife was "cheating and not keeping to one's wife's virtues."
He put down the draft letter of divorce expressionlessly. It seemed that the rumors from this morning did not need to be confirmed, or perhaps they had already been confirmed.
"I won't sign it, Zhang. Let's just pretend it never existed."
"Huh!?" Seeing Bai Mo casually put down the draft letter of divorce, she stared at him in confusion. Didn't he hear the rumors that were circulating throughout the mansion this morning? "Bai Mo, to tell you the truth... that woman's infidelity..." She didn't believe that Bai Mo, such a rigid person, would tolerate his wife's infidelity.
"Ning Xian," Bai Mo interrupted, but remained silent for a long time. He clenched his fist slightly and then relaxed it, his tone still indifferent as he said, "I will not divorce you. Don't mention this matter again. I still have some things to take care of. I'll head out now."
"Bai Mo!"
Bai Mo paused slightly at the door, turned back with a faint smile, and said, "So that's the name I knew."
Ning Xian was speechless, staring at Bai Mo's smile, inexplicably unable to utter a word. There was something in that smile, so like a faint ink painting, that he suddenly couldn't understand. Shouldn't it be nothing at all?
Bai Mo sighed as he left the room. What should he do? Although Zhi didn't care whether Bai Mo divorced his wife or not, it seemed that Brother Feng was unwilling to be a concubine.
With a headache, Mu Yuan walked out of Bai Mo's study and saw Mu Yuan leaning against a pillar, waiting for her with a half-smile. She teased, "How was your night?"
"Mu Yuan! We were just about to go look for her. What exactly happened last night?!" Someone stepped forward and grabbed Mu Yuan's collar. Mu Yuan quickly raised her hands to indicate that she was not involved.
"I was also curious about what happened, but he disappeared in the blink of an eye—what, you finally got me, isn't that good?"
Ning Xian let go of him, then squatted down, clutching his head in utter frustration, "But I have to be the boss..."
—As expected, they really "made" people.
Mu Yuan coughed twice, "Then let's make it official."
"He'd rather have sex with you for free than give you a divorce certificate..."
"Then kill Bai Mo, set fire to the Bai mansion, kill the husband and wipe out the whole family, and everything will be fine!"
Ning Xian finally looked up—"Why are you still holding onto this old grudge? We're not familiar with each other yet, so it's not a good time to make a move, is it?"
Seeing that there was no intention to make a move, Mu Yuan shrugged, then became interested again and leaned closer to ask, "Do you want to go and see Bai Yan and Kinnara?"
Ning Xian looked bewildered. "Looking at Bai Yan is fine... but why go to see Kinnara? Did he drink himself to death last night?"
Mu Yuan grinned wickedly, "It's not a big deal if he drinks himself to death, the problem is that after he drinks himself to death, the things he painstakingly planned and sacrificed himself for have turned out like this... I really want to see his face now..."
—What does that mean? Ning Xian was completely confused.
I have no interest in looking at Kinnara's lecherous face, which I'm tired of seeing. It's more important to figure out how to get a divorce letter. What's wrong with that Bai Mo? He's already cheated on me, so why won't he give me a divorce letter… Does he not believe me? Do I have to drag Feng to his face and give him a live performance before he'll agree?
"Ning Xian." Mu Yuan suddenly called out, looking up, "Huh? You haven't left yet?"
Mu Yuan's lips twitched—why did he want to leave? He suddenly pulled Ning Xian up from the ground without saying anything, and just as he asked, "What...?" Ning Xian was already in Mu Yuan's arms, his mind blank—then, he felt two cold gazes on his back, and his hair stood on end—turning his head, he saw Feng Zheng coldly looking at the "adulterous couple," as if he wanted to freeze them to death with his gaze.
It's so cold.
Mu Yuan patted his back gently and whispered in his ear, "Don't be afraid, hold me tight and you won't be cold."
The gaze from behind grew even colder, and Ning Xian looked up at Mu Yuan with a mournful expression—holding her tighter only made it colder.
Before the adulterous couple could finish their flirtatious exchange, Feng strode over, her face cold, grabbed Ning Xian, pulled him from Mu Yuan's arms, and pushed him away. Ning Xian could basically foresee his future—he hadn't even been officially recognized as the wife yet, and now, how could he possibly live like this?
Mu Yuan looked at the two of them, then suddenly burst into laughter. After laughing to her heart's content, she leaned closer to Feng with an ambiguous expression and said, "Don't be so stingy. Don't forget you came first. You should at least show some respect to Second Master, right?" For so many years, she hadn't had a chance to tease Feng. How could she not have her fill of teasing him this time?
However, Feng didn't seem to care about him at all. After dragging Ning Xian back, she coldly told him, "Mu Yuan, you can get lost."
Shaking my head and clicking my tongue, there's really no camaraderie among fellow disciples...
He watched leisurely as Feng carried Ning Xian away, showing no sign of annoyance—his judgment was indeed correct; there was certainly something to see. However, the two of them seemed to have forgotten something… He really wanted to see how chaotic Youming and Jile would be when they returned to the Demonic Sect.
Back in the courtyard where the guest room was located, away from Mu Yuan, Feng abandoned Ning Xian and said, "Take care of your own affairs as soon as possible."
He scratched his head. What kind of young master is he? He's only just walked in and he's already asking for titles and rewards.
Ning Xian was pouting at Feng's back when Feng suddenly turned around. Ning Xian almost twitched his lips because he couldn't control his expression. Feng sneered, seemingly unsurprised by his antics behind her back. She took two steps back, lowered her head, and lightly pecked her lips before she could react. A faint smile instantly appeared on her lips, just like that day by the lake and on the tower.
Ning Xian was stunned. Every time she saw that faint smile, her heart would skip a beat. Watching Feng leave again, she pursed her lips. Could it be... that he came back specifically for a "farewell kiss"? Sometimes, Feng... well, she really didn't know what to do with him... but in her heart, she felt a slight, secret joy.
As she turned to leave, she looked up and saw Cisheng, whom she hadn't seen for several days, standing beside her. Suddenly, her face flushed.
"Ci...Ci Sheng," it was strange. Feng had never blushed before, even when they kissed in broad daylight in public. Why did Ci Sheng's presence make his face burn so much... Right, Ci Sheng was completely different from those shameless members of the Demonic Sect. He quickly tried to find a topic to cover up his embarrassment at being caught, "Where did you two go? I haven't seen you anywhere?"
Ci Sheng stood there, still serene, so still that he seemed to blend into the surrounding scenery, disappearing from the world. There was no embarrassment on his face at suddenly witnessing those scenes; instead, his bewilderment deepened as he looked at Ning Xian with increasing complexity, even the mist in his eyes thickened, making it impossible to discern what he was thinking.
"Ci Sheng?"
After a moment of distraction, Ci Sheng regained her senses, a familiar gentle smile appearing on her face. She said, "I've been here the whole time, but I haven't left my room much these past two days... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you..."
Ning Xian frowned slightly, then smiled nonchalantly, offering no criticism, "It's alright, don't worry about it. The courtyard is where everyone moves around... (blame Feng Hao)"—Ci Sheng's room is in the same courtyard. Even if the Bai family's courtyard is large, it's not easy to never run into each other... Is Ci Sheng hiding? No, she just wants to be like when they first met, able to interact naturally and calmly, with complete trust... She doesn't like this feeling of estrangement and suspicion, preferring to believe that when she went to the Xuanlang Sect, Ci Sheng was just emotionally lost.
But after that incident, Ci Sheng was clearly different. The smiling face before me still seemed gentle, yet it made one's heart sink. Ci Sheng's thoughts seemed to be hidden even deeper.
Suddenly, a white eagle flew down from mid-air and swooped down on Ning Xian, flapping its wings vigorously on his head, causing his downy feathers to fly everywhere and eliciting screams. Ci Sheng panicked and finally broke out of her bewildered expression, hurriedly waving it away.
The white eagle seemed quite fond of Ning Xian's head and refused to leave. Seeing the tangled white feathers, Ning Xian roared, "White feathers!! It's again! Get down here, or I'll roast you!!"
The white eagle flapped its wings twice, finally landing steadily on a nearby branch and letting Ning Xian's head rest.
Ning Xian, exasperated, straightened his disheveled hair and continued to yell at the white eagle, "Just you wait! I'll pluck all your feathers sooner or later!!"