Chapter 633 Surrender
Ye Xiaoman was speechless at Jing Zhui's sudden appearance. She shivered in fear. Fortunately, Zhu Chuideng regarded this as a normal reaction.
Their five senses were connected, and Ye Xiaoman was so happy that she couldn't restrain herself and shared her emotions with him.
Fortunately, she had already sealed her spiritual consciousness from Jing Zhui in advance, so he couldn't read her mind and didn't know that she had completely obtained Zhu Chuideng's ashes.
Ye Xiaoman grinned: [Zhu Chuideng came to harass me, trying to find out your whereabouts. He said he would take your life while you were sick.]
If I don't tell him, he'll lecture me. Shouldn't I just cut ties with you?
To prove what she said was true, she shared her vision with Jing Zhui.
When Jing Zhui opened his eyes, he saw Zhu Chuideng hanging above Ye Xiaoman. His mortal enemy was smiling at him in a nauseatingly gentle way, with his hands on Ye Xiaoman's side, unbuckling his belt with one hand.
Jing Zhui: [……]
Jing Zhui logged into the host machine for less than a breath and logged off automatically in an instant.
He couldn't bear it, he really couldn't bear it. The strong psychological discomfort made him feel so sick that he almost vomited. He almost thought that Ye Xiaoman and Zhu Chuideng were assassinating him in a very dirty way.
Jing Zhui felt that the way the six realms had killed him back then was too one-sided. If someone had tried to deal with him that way, he would have immediately shattered his magic pill and completely ended his reincarnation cycle, and there would have been no need for the other party to kill him.
Jing Zhui immediately cut off the five senses connection with Ye Xiaoman, "You and your lover's games, don't let me see them anymore."
Ye Xiaoman replied, half-seriously, "But Zhu Chuideng seems to be planning something very bad."
She sighed sadly: [Boss, will you come and save me? ]
Jing Zhui knew Ye Xiaoman's true nature very well, and he easily saw through her disguise: [You are enjoying it.]
Ye Xiaoman was exposed but continued to act: [I would be scared too, are you really not coming?]
Jing Zhui completely cut off contact and did not reply.
Ye Xiaoman was doing two things at once. After teasing Jing Zhui, Zhu Chuideng was left wearing only a dark undershirt.
Ye Xiaoman immediately forgot about Jing Zhui. She only saw Zhu Chuideng's wheat-colored skin shining in the candlelight, his muscles were big and strong, and his bulging blue veins were like coiled dragon chains, with a shocking visual impact.
I can’t imagine how beautiful it would be if he were to perform a possessive action with beads of sweat hanging down his dark chest muscles.
Ye Xiaoman really wanted to suck the hunk right away, but she was an old hand who could do big things, so she wanted to play hard to get first to make the fish feel more eager and want more, so that the fish would keep coming back to her for more.
She pushed away Zhu Chuideng, who was already on top, interrupting his rhythm.
"I am already your master, but you haven't properly greeted me yet."
Zhu Chuideng has accepted his fate.
As long as she, as long as she is willing to accompany him... he is willing to do anything.
Zhu Chuideng smiled and asked, "How do you want me to greet you?"
Ye Xiaoman placed her hands behind her waist and supported her upper body from the round table. The Zhuchuideng hanging above her stood up with her movements and straightened her bent waist.
Ye Xiaoman pushed his chest harder again. He could have remained motionless, but he cooperated with her force and took a step back.
Ye Xiaoman sat on the table, looking at him with great interest, "However the ghost tribe expresses their submission to you, you will do to me the same way."
Zhu Chuideng pressed his heart with one hand and bent down towards Ye Xiaoman.
"Mine, Lord."
Ye Xiaoman felt that his etiquette was a bit perfunctory and was dissatisfied.
She smiled and said, "The angle of your bow is less than 30 degrees. It's not pious enough."
Zhu Chuideng continued to increase the arc of his bend.
Ye Xiaoman was picky again, "It still doesn't work."
She lifted one foot, and the tip of her shoe slowly brushed across Zhu Chuideng's chest, causing his collarbone to rise and fall. The embroidered shoe finally stepped on Zhu Chuideng's shoulder and pressed down.
Zhu Chuideng looked straight at her.
She met his gaze without dodging or evading, and continued to exert force with her embroidered shoes, stepping on his shoulders to push him down little by little, stepping on his dignity and his spine, forcing him to kneel down step by step.
Kneel down completely.
Surrender.
Zhu Chuideng crawled at her feet, his iron-boned spine and head bent together.
"Owner."
Ye Xiaoman smiled and lifted his chin with the tip of her shoe.
"Zhu Chuideng, remember, I am not your master."
She told him word for word.
"Desire is your master."
As powerful as the Ghost Lord is, he actually has a dream in his heart to take care of a little girl like a brother and a father.
Because you expect, I was born, because you seek, I exist. I play the role you love, act the role you like, and my soft lips utter your favorite words.
We satisfy all your delirium, impracticality, arrogance and cowardice. We never create anything. We are committed to realizing your dreams. We coexist with human desires and live forever.
Our Aquaman is such an existence.
Zhu Chuideng raised his eyebrows and then smiled.
He was defeated by desire, and she was the embodiment of desire.
He was defeated by her, and he accepted the defeat wholeheartedly.
He gripped her embroidered shoes tightly with his big hands and moved his knees forward a step.
"Master, shall we continue?"
Ye Xiaoman said with satisfaction: "Let me see your ability."
…
When Jing Zhui broke into the room, he did not see Zhu Chuideng.
The silver hair hung impatiently on his shoulders. The man looked like he had just woken up and yawned lazily through the ghost mask.
"Where is the lampblower?"
Ye Xiaoman said dissatisfiedly: "...Why are you here?"
Jing Zhui: "You asked me to come."
He looked around the room and smelled Zhu Chuideng's scent, concluding that he was still nearby, but he just didn't see anyone.
Jing Zhui said loudly: "Zhu Blow out the lamp, get out!"
No one responded. He met Ye Xiaoman's rolling eyes and frowned, "Why are you looking at me?"
Ye Xiaoman pointed her finger silently downwards.
Jing followed her guidance, his eyes looking downward.
Only then did he realize that Ye Xiaoman was sitting on the round table, her legs dangling in the air, her skirt like a flower bud blown by the wind.
The lower half of the skirt covered Zhu Chuideng's head and most of her body.
Only the lower half of his waist and his kneeling legs were visible.
Jing Zhui: “…”
He silently raised his gaze to Ye Xiaoman's face.
Ye Xiaoman shrugged innocently.
Jing Zhui endured it, took a deep breath, and then another deep breath, then raised his fingers and rubbed the forehead of the mask.
If he is deceived by Ye Xiaoman and rushes to rescue her again next time, he will be a dog.
In the past, he had some respect for Zhu Chuideng as a powerful enemy, but now he looked down on Zhu Chuideng from the bottom of his heart.
Only Zhu Chuideng would treat Ye Xiaoman as an inexperienced young girl. Despite being thousands of years younger than her, he was fooled by her.
Zhu Chuideng should stop being the lord of a region. Pack up and go back to the countryside to farm.
Ye Xiaoman asked sincerely: "Boss, would you like a cup of tea?"
Jing Zhui stood at the door, he felt he should just walk away.
But he had come all this way here, exhausted, and he was unwilling to leave in such disgrace.
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