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She was just biting his shoulder, but he felt like she was devouring him completely—his aesthetic sense, his morality, and his self-control.

He could feel himself burning from head to toe, but she showed no sign of letting up, as if she wouldn't stop until she drew blood... Wait, blood?

The scholar suddenly came to his senses and, with lightning speed, grabbed her chin.

Fan Qingbo was already furious that the person she had bitten for so long was still not hurting at all. Now that she was forced to let go, it was like adding fuel to the fire. She glared fiercely at the person in front of her, as if she was about to take another bite at any moment.

Seeing that there was no blood at the corner of her mouth, the scholar breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Miss Fan, the poison on the wound has not yet been completely eliminated. If you bite and draw blood, you will also be poisoned."

He released her jaw only after saying that, because he believed she would never joke about her own life.

Sure enough, Fan Qingbo was startled when he heard that his blood was poisonous. He threw all his deep hatred to the back of his mind and hurriedly tried to get away from the man's body to avoid bumping into him and causing him to bleed, which would be a serious matter.

Although he knew she would react this way, the scholar still couldn't help feeling a little depressed.

However, this oppressive feeling quickly disappeared, because, as mentioned before, the single coffin fit him so perfectly that no matter how far Fan Qingbo moved, he was still climbing on him. His mind, which had only just regained consciousness, instantly went blank again, and all the blood in his body rushed to one place.

"Miss Fan, don't, don't move... I... um..."

She collapsed, utterly exhausted, landing squarely on the only part of his body he was conscious of. A strange sensation coursed through him, and he let out a suppressed groan. Sensing the person on top of him stiffen, the scholar turned his head away, covering his face with his sleeve, so ashamed he almost wanted to die. He was a beast in human clothing, a degenerate scoundrel!

"puff--"

Just as the scholar was wallowing in self-loathing and contemplating suicide to atone for his sins, Fan Qingbo leaned over him and laughed, "You really are an idiot who's never in the right mind! We're being held hostage, lying in coffins, and you're even poisoned, yet, yet, pfft... hahahaha!"

It's not that I'm not embarrassed, it's just that the situation is too funny!

He reacted to her, but instead of feeling groped, she felt like she was cruelly destroying a flower—so ultimately, it must be because of the scholar's submissive head-turning gesture, right? Should she say that it felt so good to regain control?

"Alright, alright, you've been honest with me, and I've earned your respect. We're even now."

He patted him on the shoulder, and Fan Qingbo was practically smoking a cigarette afterward as he said, "We're all adults."

A frank exchange? A gesture of profound respect? The scholar, finally unable to contain his curiosity, lowered his sleeves and blinked to ask, only to be met with Fan Qingbo's ambiguous, teasing smile. Instantly, without warning, his face flushed crimson, and he clenched his fist, growling, "Miss Fan, please have some self-respect!"

So righteous and indignant...it's really tempting. Fan Qingbo's lips curled into a wicked smile, and she nudged him there with her leg, saying with ill intent, "Self-respect? I feel like you need self-respect more than I do, huh? Oh dear, Young Master Shu, are you being lenient with yourself but strict with others?"

"Hiss—"

The scholar gasped, almost losing his composure and begging her to touch him a few more times.

That's utterly shameful!

He quickly composed himself and regulated his breathing, but the person on top of him seemed unwilling to let him off so easily. "Hey, you're reacting so strongly, are you still a virgin? Hey, you were the top scholar in the thirteenth year of Yanhe, so you must be quite old, right? Have you ever heard the legend that a man who is still a virgin at twenty-five can cast magic, and at thirty he can become a magician—ah!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was suddenly pulled upwards with a strong force until his eyes were level with his.

"I'm so sorry to disappoint you, young lady, as I don't know any magic."

The scholar gripped her arm tightly, his eyes practically spitting fire.

Fan Qingbo remained smiling, far from being intimidated. Instead, she used the light to observe his assertive demeanor, so different from his usual gentle and scholarly image. "Tsk, he said he didn't know magic, but look at him now!" she thought casually. "Hey, you idiot, do you really know what kind of magic I'm talking about?"

The scholar stared at her lips as she opened and closed, his eyes dark and unsettling. Suddenly, he raised his hand and pressed it heavily against her lips, gritting his teeth as he said, "Your mouth is utterly unrestrained; you only know how to spout nonsense!"

He took a breath on her neck, then suddenly frowned. "Why do you smell different?"

Fan Qingbo was so flustered by his provocation that she had no time to think about why he would notice the scent on her body. She tried her best to concentrate and replied, "Yes, it's Soul-Chasing Incense..." The previous "National Beauty and Heavenly Fragrance" had long been washed away, and now she was wearing Soul-Chasing Incense specially made by the Royal Shadow Pavilion.

The scream she let out when the scholar was beaten was to cover up the sound of the stone rubbing together, and her later out-of-control crying was to cover up the sound of the signal arrow being fired.

The scholar clearly remembered her feigned madness and crying before she was arrested, so he increased the pressure on his fingers and snorted coldly, "She really has a mouth that can spout nonsense."

He's like a completely different person!

His emotional gestures and cold expression—this was no longer the blushing fool she knew! He was a real man! His appearance reminded her of the naked body she had seen earlier… Her blood rushed to her head again, and she covered her nose.

Oh no, oh no! She was completely unable to resist his strong masculine aura after his transformation... The harmony of yin and yang is the most endearing thing... She licked her finger that was pressed to her lips as if possessed, and saw him shudder and suddenly pull his hand back.

Instead, she calmed down, blinked, and smiled, saying, "See, my mouth isn't just good at talking nonsense."

"you--"

"Didn't you say I was willful? Hmm, let me show you real willfulness." She muttered, raising her hand to find his lips, then lowering her head to press her lips against his—

Bang!

With an abrupt stop, the two people in the coffin were thrown forward due to inertia, and Fan Qingbo's teeth tragically collided with the scholar's nose.

"Can't you even brake, you idiot! Is this a new driver or is he drunk driving?!"

Author's Note: Other people have sex in a car, but you two are having sex in a coffin...

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16. The amorous scholar with a silver pen...

One was a righteous and awe-inspiring scholar, hailed as a rare gem in the martial arts world, while the other was a timid and cowardly common woman. After entering the coffin, they were transformed into disheveled and lewd individuals. Even the Four Masters of Guigu, seasoned veterans of the martial arts world who had witnessed countless tales of depravity and treachery, couldn't help but twitch their faces and bewilderment the moment the coffin was opened.

The man still looked unsatisfied, his cold, sharp gaze fixed on the four of them.

Although the woman was being protectively held in his arms and his expression was obscured, she was relentlessly hurling a string of insults that none of them could understand, her unsatisfied desire surpassing even that of the former.

The emotional scent emanating from them even overpowered the smell of the coffin's lacquer.