Chapter 383 "It's not up to you!"
"How should I know!"
Feng Yue chuckled: "As a male concubine, shouldn't you know?"
Qingyu turned her face away from him, the hope that had been burning in her heart was extinguished by his words.
That awful bastard, it really wasn't him.
So, his gentleness and consideration just now were just his illusion?
Feelings of resentment and sadness spread through his chest, causing him to lower his head and hide his disappointment.
Seeing his appearance, Feng Yue's eyes flashed with an unfathomable glint. "You don't even know how to flirt?"
"No!" Qingyu looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears, full of anger and grievance.
Feng Yue's eyes were dark and unfathomable. His fingertips were positioned on the waist hollow, which was at a suitable depth, and he gently rubbed and caressed it. Although he did not speak, it seemed as if he was urging her.
Qingyu trembled slightly as he teased her, then angrily slapped his hand away, "Get out... what are you touching me for!"
Feng Yue wasn't annoyed at all; instead, he chuckled softly, wrapped his arms around him, and pulled him into his embrace, gently patting his back as if soothing a ruffled kitten.
"Give it a try, maybe you have a talent for it?"
"Try it, you son of a bitch!"
"Hmm?" Feng Yue's face turned icy, making Qing Yu in his arms shudder. "I am a cultivator, not a male prostitute..."
Feng Yue raised an eyebrow: "Oh? You've grown up, haven't you ever been to a brothel or entertainment venue?"
"So what if I haven't been there? Can't I be focused on cultivation?"
Seeing the mocking look on his face, Qingyu turned her head away and muttered softly, "I have no interest in messy places..."
"Oh~" Feng Yue's lips curled into a smile, and he lowered his head to bury his face in the side of his neck, kissing him lightly. "How about I teach you?"
Teach him?
Seeing his frivolous and dissolute manner, Qingyu felt even more choked up.
Given his current status as a nascent demon, he must be surrounded by beautiful women who flock to him to flatter and serve him.
"Get out, you filthy thing!" Qingyu grew angrier the more she thought about it, and shouted angrily, "I won't learn it!"
Feng Yue's breath came close: "Trying to take advantage of me?"
"Ugh—!"
When Feng Yue bit his neck, Qing Yu was momentarily stunned. The sudden pain made him raise his hand and grab Feng Yue's hair, "You bastard, let go!"
Seeing that he seemed indifferent, she increased the force of tearing his hair, which immediately elicited a muffled groan from Feng Yue in displeasure.
His demonic energy solidified and instantly transformed into ropes, binding Qing Yu's hands behind her back.
"Bastard! You son of a bitch! Let me go!!" Qingyu was furious and struggled desperately to fight back, but was grabbed by the neck.
At this moment, Feng Yue's hair crown was ripped off, and his loose black hair partially covered his sinister eyes. Even so, it could not conceal his domineering and wicked nature as a demon.
"Do I have to cripple you before you'll obey?"
"What difference does it make whether I'm useless or not now!" Qingyu's chest ached terribly, and she simply closed her eyes and burst into tears. "Waaah, I've never treated you badly before, why do you have to humiliate me like this..."
"Now that you've gotten so powerful, all those glamorous men and women are rushing to serve you, isn't that enough?! Why do you have to come and humiliate me!"
Qingyu seemed unable to stop, sobbing and hiccuping incessantly: "You, your filthy stuff... I, I won't learn it! If you're unhappy, just kill me..."
That's it, he's tired.
Qingyu cried with her eyes closed, "You bullied me... you bastard, you son of a bitch, and I was even worried about you..."
At this point, he recalled the sleepless nights he had spent during this period, and his choked voice was full of grievances, so he cried even harder.
Feng Yue's expression remained cold, all his emotions seemingly hidden in his eyes. He reached out and pinched Feng Yue's chin, "Open your eyes."
"No way!"
Qingyu's thick, long eyelashes trembled, glistening tears clinging to them. "You can be your demon then, I never want to see you again..."
Feng Yue frowned slightly and lowered his head, silencing his incessant chatter, not wanting to hear him say anything unpleasant.
"Hmm—"
Caught off guard, all sounds were forced to be swallowed. Qing Yu frowned and suddenly opened her eyes, meeting Feng Yue's eyes, which were close at hand, undisguised in their coldness, yet exceptionally deep and captivating.
Just as he was staring blankly, Feng Yue's tongue forced into his mouth, stirring it fiercely, giving him no chance to speak.
Tears welled in Qingyu's eyes, and a hidden desire in her heart seemed to be stirred. Since she couldn't break free from these constraints, she might as well just accept it and give up.
His return kiss startled the intoxicated Feng Yue, causing him to release his lips.
"Feng Yue, my hand hurts..."
Feng Yue's dark eyes flickered slightly, and the ropes that had been solidified with demonic energy vanished instantly. He rubbed Feng Yue's wrist, which was red from being bound, and said, "Be good, don't anger me again."
Seeing Qingyu with her head down and her face full of displeasure, he sighed and continued, "There are no alluring men or women."
"Um?"
Qingyu looked up at him, her face showing some surprise, but her heart was filled with extraordinary joy.
So, is he trying to explain?
"You jealous girl, you seem quite happy even though I'm all alone?"
As if his thoughts had been read, Qingyu's cheeks flushed red. His wailing words just now made him sound exactly like a divorced woman.
"I...I didn't!"
"Heh, you little liar." Feng Yue said with a mocking expression, leaning down to whisper in his ear, "Since you're happy, shouldn't you show some appreciation?"
"Um?"
Feng Yue smiled and clenched the hand he was kneading. "Come on, I'll teach you."
Qingyu instantly understood, her face flushed with nervousness and unease. "No way!"
"It's not up to you!"
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