Chapter 147
As dawn approached, Rongrong, though shielded from the sunlight indoors, still didn't particularly like daytime.
Therefore, with time running out, Rong Rong decided to act quickly.
She went up and bit Yan Chuyao's neck, her movements somewhat rough, as if venting her anger.
Her movements reflected the embarrassment and annoyance she had unintentionally revealed in front of Yan Chuyao that day, as well as the reason why Yan Chuyao was so nagging and annoying in front of her.
In short, Rong Rong wasn't as careful with Yan Chuyao as she was with Lu Yichen.
Anyway, Yan Chuyao himself said he was resilient!
After sucking on her neck, Rong Rong sucked on her chin, then her collarbone, and then pulled open her clothes to suck on her shoulders, and then her chest.
She acted like a complete bully, causing trouble for Yan Chuyao.
I must say, this abundance of yang energy is truly beneficial, allowing the ghosts to feast to their hearts' content.
Rong Rong gradually became a little confused. She smacked her lips and hummed softly, "Chocolate flavor."
Lu Yichen is ice cream flavored, sweet and cool, refreshing with every bite.
Yan Chuyao is like chocolate, rich and sweet, with a delicate texture and a wonderful taste!
Rong Rong let out another loud gulp, and in just one hour, she had inhaled Yan Chuyao's breath more times than Lu Yichen had done in two combined.
She was so engrossed in the drug that she didn't notice that Yan Chuyao had actually been awake for a long time.
Yan Chuyao remained silent, suppressing his excitement and agitation, and obediently let Rong Rong do as she pleased.
At first, he was able to remain rational, but gradually his eyes became hazy, his body burned, and he was overcome with lust.
Human greed is insatiable. Originally, he only wanted the goddess to suck him once, but after she actually did, he wanted more.
Finally, just as Rong Rong's kiss was about to move down Yan Chuyao's chest, Yan Chuyao grabbed Rong Rong's shoulders, flipped her over, and pinned her down.
Rong Rong blinked her watery eyes, which shimmered with a captivating yet innocent charm, making Yan Chuyao unconsciously swallow.
At this moment, Rong Rong's cheeks were flushed, like someone who had a hangover. Her mind was also a mess, like a drunken kitten, stretching her limbs lazily and feeling comfortable all over.
Yan Chuyao stared intently at Rong Rong beneath him, feeling himself being deeply bewitched, slowly sliding into an abyss called desire.
He will lose himself, belonging completely to the goddess before him, body and soul, and he will gladly accept it.
He kissed the lips he had longed for with reverence, letting out a deep sigh.
Soft and chewy, sweet and fragrant with a rich and intoxicating aroma.
A flash of inspiration struck him, and then Yan Chuyao seemed to lose consciousness, acting entirely on instinct. He only remembered feeling incredibly happy, almost to the point of madness.
However, everything came to an abrupt end just as he was at his happiest; he was abandoned at the last moment before he reached the pinnacle.
As he awoke from his dream, Yan Chuyao's eyes regained their clarity.
Looking up, Yan Chuyao saw that there was nothing in the room and felt a sense of loss.
But he quickly became excited again. Last night! Last night, the goddess visited him!!
Ugh! It's that it absorbed his yang energy!
Although he couldn't finish it, Yan Chuyao felt very happy, so happy that he felt lightheaded and didn't want to get up at all.
Yan Chuyao went mad in the room, while Rong Rong returned to the painting and lazily leaned against the pavilion.
A moment later, Rong Rong ran out again and lay down on the sofa. "Although the wooden sofa is hard, it's still more comfortable than the gazebo."
Rong Rong hummed softly, drowsy, and occasionally let out a small burp. While others were drunk on milk or alcohol, she seemed to be drunk on yang energy.
However, she is a ghost, which makes her different from others.
Before long, Rong Rong drifted off to sleep. Perhaps because she was full of energy, she slept soundly and time passed by unnoticed. She slept until noon.
Suddenly, the room door was pushed open with a bang, and a delicious aroma of food wafted into Rong Rong's nose.
It's beef noodles!
Rong Rong suddenly opened her eyes and met Yan Chuyao's surprised eyes.
"Goddess, you're out?" Yan Chuyao, wearing a bow tie and a handsome servant's outfit, walked straight towards Rong Rong, carrying a plate with a bowl of noodles and a roast chicken on it.
Meow meow meow?
Is this guy so flashy?
Rong Rong was stunned, while Yan Chuyao said excitedly, "Perfect timing, let's eat!"
He placed the plate on the table, looking at Rong Rong expectantly, his heart filled with secret joy.
On a whim, he decided to deliver food to the goddess, never expecting to be able to see her sober in broad daylight—a living goddess!
Hearing about the food, Rong Rong's attention instantly shifted. She abruptly stood up, ran to the dining table, and sat down. What flamboyant guy? Embarrassment? Avoiding Yan Chuyao? All of these were thrown to the back of Rong Rong's mind. In the face of the food she hadn't had in so long, everything else had to take a backseat!
Rong Rong sat down naturally and quietly waited for Yan Chuyao to place the noodles in front of her and hand her chopsticks.
Her obedient and well-behaved appearance almost melted the heart of Yan Chuyao, who was usually as hard as iron.
Rong Rong started eating right away, while Yan Chuyao sat opposite her, his eyes shining as he tore off chicken for her.
Tsk, he never imagined he would be so attentive to people, or rather, to ghosts, one day. The key is that this feeling is truly wonderful!
Yan Chuyao, with a bright and cheerful smile, ignored his rumbling stomach and watched Rong Rong eat with happiness, secretly rejoicing countless times that he had learned to make a signature beef noodle dish.
However, happiness is always so fleeting. Rong Rong had only taken a few bites and had just opened her mouth to take the chicken that Yan Chuyao had brought her when she suddenly disappeared, and the chopsticks in her hand fell to the table with a clatter.
Yan Chuyao was stunned. His hand holding the chicken was still raised in mid-air. He blinked as if to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Finally, he stiffly turned his head to look at the portrait.
In the painting, a beautiful woman stands in the center, looking at him with a resentful expression... with chicken in her hand.
"Why did you go back? Is there something I did wrong?" Yan Chuyao looked uneasy, afraid that he had done something wrong and angered the goddess.
"I'm full!" Rong Rong said, but her eyes were still fixed on the chicken in Yan Chuyao's hand.
The truth is that her cultivation level was insufficient, and she could no longer maintain her physical form, so she was forced to return to the painting.
Waaah, her first meal in this world ended abruptly before it even began.
She felt wronged, but she couldn't say it. She had to maintain her mystery and strength, and not let this human in front of her look down on her, otherwise he might bully her!
There's no one else who's gone this far in their ghostly pursuits.
Rong Rong harbored a lot of resentment. Yan Chuyao looked down at the almost untouched noodles and roast chicken, then looked up at Rong Rong, somewhat disbelieving.
"That's it, you're full?" Yan Chuyao asked dramatically.
Rong Rong raised an eyebrow and said angrily, "What? You can't?"
"Beautiful girls don't have big stomachs! It's none of your business!"
"Troublesome humans!"
Yan Chuyao remained silent.
Looking at Rong Rong's unwavering gaze on the chicken in his hand the whole time, he was quite skeptical of the credibility of Rong Rong's words.
But Yan Chuyao dared not say that. Although he had no experience in dealing with women, he was as clever as he was and knew that he definitely couldn't go against the goddess at this time.
Whatever the goddess says goes, he'll just listen!
"Okay, then I'll clear the table!" Yan Chuyao quickly cleared the table, deliberately avoiding looking at the painting, but his eyes were always on the goddess.
He took in the goddess's reluctant expression.
Yan Chuyao tried hard to suppress his laughter; the way the goddess wanted to eat but pretended not to care was really cute.
If everyone were terrified of ghosts, and if ghosts in the world were like goddesses, I believe no one would be afraid of ghosts anymore, and they might even wish they could encounter ghosts every day!
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