"Smack."
However, before Shen Zhaozhao could sort out the mess in her mind, Xie Linyuan, who was pinned against the wall by her, seemed to be extremely displeased with her prolonged confinement and scrutiny.
He pressed his thin lips together, and with all the strength he could muster at that moment, he suddenly raised his hand and, with utter disgust, slapped away Shen Zhaozhao's claws that were gripping his wrist.
The movements were small, yet they carried an undeniable, aloof coldness and arrogance.
Caught off guard, Shen Zhaozhao's hand went slightly numb from the slap.
She paused for a moment, then subconsciously raised an eyebrow.
Hey~?
This little guy has quite a temper, doesn't he?
She was quite different from the one she met later, who was a love-struck drama queen with tears welling up in her eyes at the slightest provocation and a pitiful expression.
As mentioned before, what Shen Zhaozhao feared was never the responsibility of "sleeping with someone".
She's bold and decisive; once she's slept with someone, she's done it. At worst, she'll take responsibility. Even if the other party is some damn immortal, she has plenty of ways to find an equal exchange and settle things on the spot.
What she truly feared was Xie Linyuan, this person, and his "pure love" that disregarded costs and sought no reward.
This pure, almost foolish emotion, like a tangled mess that cannot be deconstructed by logic, left her, a capitalist accustomed to everything having a price tag, feeling instinctively at a loss.
She was used to being in control, used to calculating, and used to accurately assessing the returns before making any investment.
But Xie Linyuan's kind of "love" completely deviated from the rules upon which she depended for survival.
She feared that her cold, calculating heart was simply incapable of responding to such surging, pure sincerity.
She feared that in the end, the two of them would get caught up in endless, exhausting tug-of-war and arguments because of this unequal exchange of effort and reward—that was the worst kind of trouble in her mind.
But now, looking at Xie Linyuan in the illusion, who was completely unfamiliar with and resistant to her, Shen Zhaozhao suddenly felt that no matter how far she thought about it, what difference would it make?
We've already slept together.
Now that it has happened, the next step is not to run away, but to solve it.
The first step in solving the problem is to mold this soon-to-be-owning "possession" into a shape that better suits one's own taste.
Before confronting Xie Linyuan outside, who has evolved into a fully-fledged love-obsessed individual, it seems... not bad to practice on this version of him, who is still capable of kicking and tantrums, based on his memories.
Thinking of this, the playful interest in Shen Zhaozhao's eyes intensified, and the curve of her red lips became more and more wicked, carrying an almost evil aggressiveness.
Just as Xie Linyuan frowned and tried to break free as she approached again, Shen Zhaozhao pressed his hand, which he had just managed to free, back against the wall without saying a word.
She even went so far as to press her entire body closer, almost touching him, completely ignoring his icy gaze and the sudden tension and resistance he felt.
"Why are you hiding?"
Shen Zhaozhao's voice was low, with a lazy yet extremely authoritative teasing tone, "Weren't you quite fierce just now?"
Since it's going to be hers sooner or later, it's not too much to bully her a little, right?
If Shen Zhaozhao had any moral baggage before, now that she has quickly accepted reality and completely discarded that baggage, she is incredibly strong.
Xie Linyuan was so offended that his eyes turned red. His usually indifferent and aloof peach blossom eyes were now filled with a visible killing intent. Unfortunately, he was under the repulsive force of the laws of another world, and his body was weak. He couldn't even break free from this seemingly casual restraint.
The man could only glare at her with his angry eyes, forcing out a few words through gritted teeth: "Insolence!...Get out of here!"
His voice was somewhat hoarse due to weakness, but it still carried an unquestionable commanding tone and the arrogance of someone in a superior position.
Unfortunately, this bluffing, cold demeanor, in Shen Zhaozhao's eyes at this moment, not only had no intimidating power, but instead looked more like a large feline that had been cornered and was baring its teeth and hissing even though its claws were weak.
"No."
Shen Zhaozhao's smile grew even more wicked, and she even boldly raised her free hand, gently touching his tightly pursed lips with her fingertips.
It feels slightly warm to the touch.
“Not only will I not leave,” she leaned closer, her red lips almost touching his earlobe, her warm breath mixed with a faint scent of wine, brushing against his sensitive nerves that were about to explode.
"You seem quite weak... What a coincidence, I happen to have a thousand-year-old Yang Flame Root here. How about I take pity on you and help you recover?"
Xie Linyuan's breath hitched, and his pupils contracted slightly. He had clearly never encountered such a blatant, shameless offense.
He abruptly turned his face away, trying to avoid the unsettling touch, but his ears flushed uncontrollably, creating a strikingly contradictory yet alluring contrast with his cold and angry expression.
"You...you have no shame!"
Upon hearing this, Shen Zhaozhao was not annoyed at all. Instead, she laughed out loud, leaned close to his ear, and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Shame? What is that?"
"Xie Linyuan, you'd better get used to it sooner rather than later."
"Because from now on... you will often hear even more shameless things than this."
Looking at his shattered ice, revealing the fresh flesh and blood beneath, Shen Zhaozhao's eyes were filled with a wicked amusement that almost overflowed.
She gave him no further chance to react or rebuke, tightened her grip on his chin slightly, and then, without hesitation, leaned in and precisely kissed his thin lips, which were slightly parted in surprise and anger.
"—!"
Xie Linyuan's pupils suddenly contracted, and he was as if struck by a bolt of lightning from the heavens, instantly freezing into a perfect jade sculpture.
My mind went blank; all thoughts, all reproaches, all coldness were shattered in that instant by this sudden, brutal kiss.
He could even clearly feel the soft, burning touch of the other's lips, carrying a faint, almost imperceptible scent of fruit wine, domineeringly invading his territory.
After his muddled mind finally managed to process the shocking fact that "he had been forcibly kissed," an unprecedented surge of shame, anger, and rage rushed to his head!
"Waaah...!"
He let out a muffled, tearful sob, his wrists, which were pressed against the wall by Shen Zhaozhao, began to struggle in vain, and his body twisted violently, trying to break free from this heart-stopping restraint.
He was already weak from the rejection by the laws, and now this kiss had drained all his strength, leaving him completely limp. His weak struggles were less a resistance and more a reluctant, inviting rubbing.
What made him even more desperate was that, deep in his consciousness, something seemed to be shamefully defying his will... indulging in it without any restraint, unable to extricate itself.
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