World 10: The Ascetic Buddhist Disciple X The Fake Heiress of the Original Female Lead's Family 02



Sheng Linghan gripped Fu Yu's throat, his large hand suddenly increasing its pressure.

It felt as if any more force would snap it off.

Fu Yu seemed to hear the sound of bones colliding and cracking.

"I... I really can help you."

His crimson eyes gleamed as he scrutinized the trembling girl before him.

"Trust me, I can help you cure the poison..."

With a whoosh.

Fu Yu's skirt was ripped off, and the man hooked his arm around her neck, his blood-stained fingers caressing her trembling skin.

Inch by inch.

There were no strange tattoos, nor the murderer who poisoned him back then, nor the distinctive crescent-shaped scar on his right shoulder.

Her fair shoulders were clean and exuded an indescribable fragrance, tempting him to kiss, bite, and swallow them.

no.

Even if she wasn't a spy for other gangs and had nothing to do with the culprit who poisoned her,

But she was, after all, a woman sent by her stepmother.

Perhaps they wanted to bewitch him and seize the inheritance.

Don't touch her!

Sheng Linghan took a deep breath and forced himself to push Fu Yu away.

It was this breath that allowed him to inhale the woman's fragrance into his lungs.

The restless Gu worms inside the body seemed to have finally registered the signal.

After a few seconds of calm, it began to devour Sheng Linghan's flesh and blood even more frantically.

They tried to crawl out of his body to find the source of the fragrance.

Sheng Linghan groaned, spat out a mouthful of blood, and collapsed to the ground.

The black robe was completely spread out, and the black and gold kasaya was piled up in a mess on his waist and abdomen.

His well-defined muscles contracted and tightened with a painful groan.

Fu Yu pursed her lips.

I told you not to be so stubborn. If you had just agreed earlier, you would have avoided getting hurt.

Fu Yu sat in Sheng Linghan's lap, hugged the back of his neck, and gently kissed him.

Sheng Linghan closed his eyes tightly, and the prayer beads in his hand spun rapidly.

He no longer had the strength to push Fu Yu away, and could only let her touch him all over, attempting to commit indecent acts.

The girl's kisses were very gentle, and miraculously, the pain disappeared wherever she kissed.

The tense nerves gradually relaxed.

The girl's cheek brushed against his collarbone, chest, and lower abdomen.

Soft and cool.

He closed his eyes, and the sensation of muscles touching became increasingly real and clear.

He was so comfortable that he didn't even want to open his eyes, and even wanted to hold her close, to bring her closer and closer.

In an instant, his chest felt like it was on fire, and the place where Fu Yu had kissed him felt like it had been burned and torn apart.

Sheng Linghan frowned.

The relief of symptoms just now was nothing but an illusion.

Perhaps his stepmother drugged him in some way, making him not averse to Fu Yu's contact.

It's not like she hasn't done it before.

If Sheng Linghan hadn't had such strong willpower, she would have succeeded long ago.

Sheng Linghan gripped Fu Yu's shoulders and forcefully pressed the acupoints that induce drowsiness.

The next second, Fu Yu fainted.

She fell right into Sheng Linghan's arms.

Yes, we can't go any further.

Hold her in your arms first; that should help relieve the symptoms of the medication.

Sheng Linghan swallowed hard, leaned down and held Fu Yu’s head, his trembling fingertips digging into her hair.

Tighten slowly.

The sleeping girl buried herself in his chest, her thin lips brushing against his skin.

His pale chest suddenly trembled.

The knuckles of his hand dug deep into the girl's back, pressing until a bloody fingerprint was left.

The girl's soft lips brushed against his muscles, glistening with moisture and warmth.

He had been drugged and could clearly distinguish whether his current agitation was due to the strong effects of the drug or to his shameful nature.

Sheng Linghan closed his eyes tightly, deceiving himself into ignoring the differences.

Recite it softly.

"All forms are illusory."

"The past mind cannot be grasped, the present mind cannot be grasped, the future mind..."

...

"Young Master Sheng! Are you alright?"

Qi Wen burst through the door, his wheat-colored face turning bright red.

Is this, is this, is this still the Buddhist monk who was averse to women and had a pure and desireless heart?

Not only were his own clothes disheveled, but he also tore the little girl's skirt to shreds.

Your hand is still on their...

"Get out!"

Sheng Linghan coldly rebuked him, and Qi Wen quickly got out, closed the door, and reported from outside.

"I'm sorry, Young Master Sheng, it was my fault for not keeping a close watch on things. The last woman to enter your room was not Fu Qian, the daughter of the Fu family, but Fu Yu, the daughter of the Fu family who was switched at birth."

Pay, jade.

Sheng Linghan held the girl, whose cheeks were flushed, and silently murmured her name.

Qi Wen nervously rubbed his hands together.

Sheng Linghan hates impersonation the most.

Sheng Linghan's stepmother was someone Sheng's father deliberately dressed up as his deceased wife when he was drunk, in order to take the opportunity to become Mrs. Sheng.

Qi Wen made the sign of the cross on his chest.

It seems that today we will not only see bloodshed, but we will probably have to go on a killing spree.

The Fu family is probably going to be wiped out.

There was no sound from inside the room for a long time. Just as Qi Wen was about to knock on the door, the door opened from the inside.

Sheng Linghan carried Fu Yu out.

He had already changed into a suit, while Fu Yu wore a man's oversized casual clothes to cover up all traces of ambiguity.

Qi Wen looked down at the ground with his eyes down, as if contemplating his own thoughts.

"Take her to the villa and lock her up."

"Lock...lock?!"

Qi Wen suddenly looked up and met Sheng Linghan's chilling gaze, then replied in a low voice, "Yes, young master."

"Where is her file?"

Qi Wen exclaimed "Ah!" and after a few seconds, he realized what was happening and handed over Fu Qian's resume.

Sheng Linghan threw it back at him.

“Fu Yu’s.”

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