Wen Heng was taken aback by my sudden approach. He looked down at me and ruthlessly exposed me, saying, "You need to change the habit of playing with your own hair while teasing others!"
Only after his reminder did I abruptly withdraw my hand from twirling my fingers and hair.
Oh my! Thinking back on the hundreds of years I've spent with Ranmo, he knows everything about my every move, every little trick I play.
Since that's the case, I might as well go all out and throw myself into Wen Heng's arms, wrapping my arms tightly around his strong waist and saying shamelessly, "We've already done what men and women do, you're mine! What are you afraid of me holding you for?"
To my surprise, this guy raised his hand and slapped me on the forehead, forcibly pulling me away from him: "As Ranmo, let me add a piece of advice: if you keep testing the other person's limits and they don't turn on you, it's very likely they're just 'giving you face,' unless they still have feelings for you!"
I smirked and teased, "I never thought I'd still have any face in front of the God Wen Heng!"
As I teased him, I stared unabashedly into his clear eyes, which revealed a hint of indifference and complexity, trying to discern even the slightest trace of affection within them.
Unfortunately, all I saw was coldness.
We stared at each other for a long time. Perhaps seeing that I showed no sign of looking away, he was the one who finally shifted his gaze and gently pulled my hands, which were clinging to him tightly, away from behind me, one finger at a time.
Then he gently pushed me away, his face ashen, and said speechlessly, "As a woman, you not only have no self-respect in front of a man, but you also have no dignity whatsoever!"
However, when he pushed me, my head suddenly throbbed with a loud "whoosh," as if someone had hit me hard with a hammer. My body felt like it was being gnawed by insects, and I began to tremble and become paralyzed on the ground. Even Wen Heng's face started to appear double.
That damned Wen Heng even kicked my shin and shamelessly said, "What, you've learned to act so quickly? I just gave you a light push, and you think you can pull a fast one?"
But I had no desire to argue or bicker with Wen Heng anymore. I forced a bitter smile through the pain, but couldn't utter a single word.
Seeing that something was wrong with my expression, Wen Heng frowned nervously and helped me lean against the cave wall, asking me with concern, "Is your head starting to hurt again?"
As soon as he got close to me, my headache miraculously disappeared.
Seeing his concerned and anxious expression made me even more certain that Wen Heng's words to me last night when I was delirious—that he was still the Zhou Lang who had his heart and eyes full of me—were not just my imagination.
When Wen Heng saw me staring at him with a silly grin, he realized he had been tricked and his face darkened: "After not seeing you for hundreds of years, your shamelessness has reached its peak and taken it to a whole new level."
Just as he was about to pull his hand away from me, I grabbed it back. I turned over and wrapped my arms around his neck, whispering in his ear, "You don't even react to my shamelessness. Are you even a man?"
Sure enough, these words struck a nerve, and he suddenly took the initiative, flipping over and pressing himself against me. He slowly moved closer to me, his tone extremely ambiguous: "You're right, we've done everything a man and woman should do. If you want to know if I'm still a man, I don't mind letting you experience it again!"
His eyes were filled with a wild, beast-like fire.
Faced with his ambiguous flirting, well, I managed to seduce him successfully. Whether he's Wen Heng or Zhou Lang, I'm determined to stay with him.
Just as we were about to kiss each other, a loud "thud!" came from above, and a dark, sleek thing fell from the sky beside us. Wen Heng and I turned around in a daze, staring at the thing on the ground, which writhed a couple of times with a few painful howls.
Only then did they realize that the person who had come was none other than Ye Chen's lackey!
Ye Chen struggled to his feet and, just then, saw Wen Heng and me in our disheveled state. He waved apologetically and gave us an awkward smile: "What a coincidence! Sorry to have interrupted your good time?"
Wen Heng and I, as if caught in the act of adultery, quickly straightened our clothes.
It's that persistent, pesky Ye Chen lackey again, always ruining my plans. Just seeing him feels like a jinx. Before he could even stand up properly, I went up to him and gave him a good beating.
No matter how much he cried out and begged for mercy, I beat him mercilessly to death!
Wen Heng, however, sat back down in front of the campfire, watching the spectacle as he casually picked up a sweet potato he had roasted earlier and began to eat it.
Ye Chen was quite sensible; he didn't retaliate even when I beat him to death. When I stopped, exhausted, Ye Chen teased me, saying, "You're still as foolish as ever. You should know that in the Dream Realm, a living soul feels no pain except for the Soul-Slaying Sword and the punishments of the Dream Realm!"
Speaking of the Soul-Slaying Sword, Wen Heng and I exchanged a knowing glance. As if reading my mind, Wen Heng tossed the Soul-Slaying Sword from his body to me: "Killing a demon, I agree!"
I took the Soul-Slaying Sword, pressed it against Ye Chen's neck, and made a throat-slitting gesture: "Tell me! Are you going to slit your own throat, or should I slit yours?"
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