Feng Lingyi's body pressed tightly against Qin Xiao, her soft curves fitting perfectly against his firm chest.
Warm breath, carrying the aroma of red wine, sprayed gently against Qin Xiao's earlobe, like a feather caressing him.
Her nails, painted with delicate nail polish, lightly traced across Qin Xiao's back, leaving ambiguous marks. Every subtle movement was filled with extreme provocation and a near-cruel, vengeful pleasure.
Her voice was low, with a deliberately hoarse and seductive quality, as it reached Qin Xiao's ears and drifted clearly toward the silent figure on the carpet not far away.
"Mr. Qin... do you think he can hear me now?"
"Even if he's unconscious, could he subconsciously sense that the 'furnace' he values most, his future possession, is being taken by someone else?"
Every word was like a poisoned hook, cold and precise, aimed at Ye Chen.
Qin Xiao did not answer immediately.
He still gently held Feng Lingyi's soft waist with one hand, feeling her body tremble slightly, while his other hand steadily held the wine glass, the scarlet liquid inside gently swirling.
He gazed calmly at Feng Lingyi.
In her eyes, which were now burning with madness and the flames of revenge, Qin Xiao keenly caught a deeply hidden fear and an unspeakable sorrow.
This woman doesn't seem to be simply seeking revenge against Ye Chen at this moment.
It's more like using this extreme, almost self-destructive method to bid a tragic and resolute farewell to that bound and unbearable past.
On the carpet, Ye Chen's eyelids were trembling violently, even though his eyes remained tightly closed.
shame!
An indescribable sense of shame, like a red-hot branding iron, seared his dignity.
anger!
His burning rage nearly consumed his reason.
Vengeful!
The deep-seated resentment made him want to tear everything in front of him to pieces.
Countless negative emotions, like a black flood bursting its banks, relentlessly assaulted his nearly collapsing consciousness.
He can hear me!
Of course he can hear me!
Every word Feng Lingyi uttered, every syllable, even the slightest change in her breathing, was like a red-hot iron rod, its scalding heat searing into the deepest recesses of his soul.
He wanted to roar, to scream with all his might, to vent this boundless hatred.
He wanted to jump up from the ground and tear that adulterous couple into a thousand or ten thousand pieces with the cruelest methods!
But his body felt as if it were filled with heavy lead, so stiff that he couldn't move even a single finger.
That feeling of powerlessness was more despairing to him than any form of torture.
A sharp pain surged from my injured heart, wave after wave, each more intense than the last.
His life force was draining away from his body at an alarming rate, and he could clearly feel the shadow of death approaching step by step, cold and suffocating.
Just as Ye Chen thought he was about to be completely overwhelmed by this boundless humiliation, his consciousness about to be swallowed by darkness, and he was about to die—
Deep within his dantian, the "Yin Yang Divine Skill" manual, which had been silent and seemingly dead with him, suddenly flashed a line of strange, ominous, blood-red characters without warning.
[When yang reaches its extreme, yin arises; when joy reaches its extreme, sorrow arises; when yin reaches its extreme, yang arises; when humiliation reaches its extreme, joy arises.]
The handwriting seemed to possess some kind of magic, directly imprinting itself into his mind.
"boom!"
Ye Chen's mind felt as if it had been struck by a bolt of dark lightning, carrying the scent of sulfur!
After a blank page came utter astonishment.
What's this?
The other side of the technique?
That practice, which was strictly forbidden by the master and even mentioned was considered an absolute taboo, and once touched, would lead to eternal damnation and descent into the boundless demonic path... the "Reverse Cultivation Method"?!
His master had warned him that this method was extremely dangerous, and the conditions for cultivation were even more unimaginable, requiring... extreme despair and extreme humiliation as a starting point.
I see!
The ultimate humiliation... turned out to be the only, and most crucial, key to unlocking this forbidden method!
In an instant, the despair of impending death, like an ice cube thrown into boiling oil, was replaced by a more twisted, more morbid, and more insane desire!
The unbearable pain that was almost tearing him apart began to transform, in a strange and inexplicable way, into an indescribable, chilling...pleasure!
A chilling sense of comfort seeped from every pore of his body.
He felt as if his body had suddenly turned into a bottomless black hole, frantically and greedily devouring this special energy called "humiliation".
Each heartbeat is no longer a mournful cry of impending death, but a deep and powerful drumbeat of strength reviving from its twisted state!
The previously ambiguous and romantic atmosphere in the room suddenly froze.
Qin Xiao suddenly stopped all his movements.
He gently, yet irresistibly, pushed away Feng Lingyi, who was practically clinging to him.
"What's wrong?"
Feng Lingyi's breathing suddenly stopped, and the misty fog in her eyes dissipated somewhat.
The carefully orchestrated revenge drama was abruptly interrupted, leaving her feeling intensely dissatisfied and vaguely bewildered.
She didn't understand why the man had suddenly stopped.
Qin Xiao didn't look at her. His deep gaze turned to Ye Chen, who was lying quietly on the ground. His tone was calm and even, but it carried a sharp insight that seemed to see through everything.
"Your performance was too forceful, Miss Feng."
"You tried so hard... it was as if you were trying to convince yourself, not him."
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