Chapter 82 I'm so angry I could vomit blood, I'm just that bad to begin with.
Bitao stood in the river, her hand gripping Mingguang's arm slowly releasing its hold under his stern, golden gaze.
The words and coaxing methods she had thought of in her mind could fool Wei Danxin, but they couldn't fool Mingguang, who had regained his memories.
Bitao never expected that the lightning seal that sealed the past, which Mingguang had failed to break through when he fell off the cliff, would be broken in such a ridiculous way.
The Thunder Pattern Curse Seal can only be broken when one is on the verge of death, which shows that Mingguang and Binglun probably used all their strength to kill their opponent.
Binglun was indeed Bitao's number one nemesis, whether in heaven or on earth, yet she still managed to trick her inexplicably.
Bitao, who always thinks ten steps ahead before taking one, doesn't know how to face Mingguang, who has regained his memories under these circumstances.
This scene seemed to be meticulously planned by Bitao, as if she deliberately stirred up conflict between Binglun and Mingguang, turning them into enemies, killing and hating each other, making the entire Nine Heavens laugh at them.
However, if Bitao really wanted to sow discord between Binglun and Mingguang, she could have revealed Binglun's intention to harm her earlier and given her a Binglun imprint during the first competition. For Mingguang, who was intolerant of any dissent and wouldn't tolerate anyone with ulterior motives around him, that would have been enough.
Guanghan was merely a bit dissolute; he never wronged any of the female immortals, all of whom were semi-exiled by Mingguang. If Bitao had revealed Binglun's treacherous intentions earlier, Mingguang would never have associated with him again.
Why did Bitao have to be fickle and deliberately seduce him, resorting to jumping off a cliff and committing suicide for love, to provoke him in such a low-class way that makes everyone lose face?
Bitao had no idea which meridian Binglun had misconnected, yet she felt that she was deeply in love with him.
His nonsensical ramblings drove Wei Danxin to the brink of madness.
This is simply the funniest joke I've ever heard, in heaven and on earth.
If the situation weren't so unsuitable for laughing, Bitao would have laughed her belly open.
The current situation is a result of unforeseen circumstances, and it's difficult to explain in just a few words.
Therefore, Bitao's decision to let go was partly driven by a sense of resignation.
Let it drift away.
Let's go, everyone, let's go...
The river water carried the bright light away from Bitao.
But just as the two were about to pass each other in the river, Bitao's slowly drooping wrist was suddenly grabbed.
The force was great, and the grip was very tight.
Bitao trembled in the water, met Mingguang's gaze again, then turned around and slowly walked towards the riverbank.
Mingguang followed her, stood up near the riverbank, and walked out of the river step by step with her.
By this time, Binglun had drifted away to who-knows-where, but Bitao and Mingguang didn't care at all.
Once ashore, Bitao struggled for a moment, but Mingguang's large hand held her wrist firmly in place.
Bitao turned her head to look at him. Mingguang lowered his eyes, his golden pupils locked onto her, as if there was nothing else in the world but the person in front of him.
But his expression was focused, his golden eyes shining brightly, like a golden wheel frozen under an ice lake, without the slightest warmth, unable to melt the three feet of ice.
Bitao looked up at Mingguang, her peach blossom eyes showing neither pleading nor flattery.
The two stared at each other like this, seemingly locked in a fierce confrontation, for an unknown period of time.
A mountain breeze swept by, but it couldn't lift the heavy robes that made the two of them look even heavier after they were soaked.
They looked like a pair of stone statues gazing at each other.
Until Bitao's eyes stung with tears, she lowered her gaze first and tried to shake off his hand again.
Bitao's wrist was almost crushed by the grip.
But all they got in return was an even tighter grip.
Bitao took a step back and used her other hand to pry open Mingguang's five fingers.
Mingguang finally moved; he took a step forward.
He spoke, his voice like the clash of metal, clear yet chilling, saying, "You deceived me."
Bitao's wrist was pulled in front of the two of them. Mingguang remained expressionless, his golden eyes burning as he leaned forward again: "Liar."
Bitao was forced to take another step back.
Mingguang stepped forward again: "Trying to coax me."
"Tempt me."
"You're forcing me."
"Forcing me."
"Fool me."
"Teasing me."
Mingguang moved forward step by step, while Bitao retreated step by step.
"He has schemed and plotted to the extreme."
"Regardless of the consequences."
Mingguang forced Bitao step by step to the edge of the bushes on the shore. Bitao's back was pressed against a low tree, and she had nowhere left to retreat.
Mingguang stared intently at her, his tone not harsh, but rather calm, yet a storm of crimson-gold raged in his eyes as he rebuked Bitao with a judgmental voice: "Little Peach Branch, are you having fun?"
Bitao leaned against the tree trunk, her shoulders and back hunched over, barely able to lift her head under the oppressive presence of Mingguang.
Mingguang looked at her, locked her up, gazed at her, and imprisoned her.
He reached out his other hand, his cold knuckles lifting her chin, which had drooped in shame.
Say to her, "Look at me."
Why won't you look at me? Is this how I am now, the result you've sought after chasing me for a hundred years?
Bitao looked at Mingguang.
All the dried blood on his body had been washed away by the river water.
But after rolling over the pile of rocks, his body was covered with numerous deep wounds that exposed the bone. After being soaked in the river, his skin turned pale and his face was exposed, a truly shocking sight.
His robes were torn to shreds and hung loosely on his body, barely covering him.
He was barefoot, stepping on the sand and stones, like a statue that had fallen from its altar into the mud, about to shatter.
Bitao once used the conflict between the meritorious immortal position and the ancient immortal clan to force Mingguang to watch the sunset with her at the Wuji Sea in Juntian.
At that time, he sat upright on the coast, his back straight as a pine tree, with a jade-like and golden appearance, deep and imposing, as majestic as an insurmountable mountain.
He glanced at her expression; she was dignified and aloof, like a Buddha who refused to be tempted by "demons."
Now... his entire body was deathly pale, even his lips were bluish, only the golden-red in his eyes and the small mole on his chin were the two most striking and alluring colors.
His disheveled long hair, wet and hanging down his shoulders, seemed like black, dark vines of desire growing from his chest and abdomen, binding his strong yet scarred body.
He was still as handsome as ever, yet he seemed like a depraved lecherous monk whose Buddhist heart had died after being forced to break his vows.
Bitao's pupils trembled. Only at this moment did she truly realize that she had finally pulled down the towering statue above the clouds.
She finally seduced the Buddha, who stood atop the mountain, and led him to step into the muddy world of mortals.
Mingguang took another step forward, almost touching Bitao.
He asked her, "Little Peach Branch, when you did those things, did you ever consider our past friendship?"
The things that happened between them... Mingguang doesn't even dare to recall them at this moment.
Bitao originally felt guilty.
Her golden crow looked disheveled, with its golden feathers withered, as if it had been drenched in water, covered in wounds, and with its wings broken, as if it could never fly again.
She loved him and had no intention of hurting him like this.
Bitao also knew that Mingguang was truly furious.
Bitao knows him well; the fact that he's still willing to speak harshly means there's still room for reconciliation.
When he was truly enraged and on the verge of madness, he appeared to be at his calmest and most rational.
He was forcibly nailing himself into that mold of "upright and stern, gentle and mild" by a number of self-imposed dogmas.
At this moment, his tone and expression were detached from his true emotions.
He excels at this; he has been good at it since childhood. If he cannot do it, he must suffer in the Five Thunder Formation, splitting himself into a pile of flesh and blood before reshaping himself.
Treat those bloody "punishments" as repeated rebirths, using them to extinguish all human desires.
Bitao could understand. For over two hundred years, he had lived a life of propriety, sitting in that position surrounded by immortals, wearing a mask and receiving "worship and praise."
It was as if only in this way could he live up to his title as the son of the Immortal Emperor, and meet the expectations of General Kunyi, who was always dissatisfied with his aptitude.
He truly lived up to the majesty and virtue of the "future Immortal Emperor".
With no memory of what happened, she was lured and forced into the dangerous situation by Bitao. By the time she regained consciousness, it was too late to turn back.
The Silver River Net recorded all the events, and all the immortals in the Nine Heavens watched as he did the most outrageous things he could never have imagined during this period.
It was difficult for him not to be angry, not to go mad, and not to question and punish Bitao.
Bitao dared to do it, so she was already prepared to face his thunderous wrath.
But Mingguang's biggest mistake was asking her to consider their past "close friendship" even now, when things have come to this point.
Mingguang suppressed the raging anger surging within him, his voice booming like thunder: "Little Peach Branch, is this the love you spoke of to me?"
Bitao, who had been looking away and hunched over, slowly raised her head upon hearing this. She stopped struggling against Mingguang's grip on her wrist, relaxed her body, and leaned comfortably against the tree trunk.
He raised his peach blossom eyes, his gaze fiercely meeting the crimson storm in Mingguang's eyes.
Amidst the storm, as beautiful as the sunset glow over the sea, a crazy plan popped into Bitao's mind, hastily yet resolutely taking shape.
She spoke, but offered no explanation or apology. Instead, she retorted, "So what if it is...?"
"The friendship of the past?" Bitao raised an eyebrow and stuck out her tongue lightly. "What bullshit do I care about?"
Mingguang's expression suddenly froze.
Bitao said, "Didn't you already know what kind of thing I am?"
"The moment I condensed my spirit from the great peach tree and landed on your shoulder, was it to become your close friend?"
"I wanted to devour you."
"Since I couldn't swallow it, and I discovered that your cultivation technique was exquisite, that's why I had to deal with you."
"Because I know you are the son of the Immortal Emperor, with abundant resources, but you are very stupid, I want to swindle some good things from you."
"I am nothing but a filthy being, a mixture of pure and impure energies. Otherwise, why would you dare not bring me out into the world? Why do you choose to hide me?"
"You only paid attention to me back then because you were lonely. You didn't even have anyone to talk to, so you just treated me as a talking but shameful creature."
Mingguang could no longer maintain his composure; the veins on his forehead and neck bulged, and his eyes turned a deep, blood-red gold, like a magnificent, blood-red setting sun.
"Shut up." His hand, gripping Bitao's wrist, began to tremble slightly.
Of course, Bitao couldn't shut up. Her goal in targeting Wei Danxin was to drag Mingguang into the "thunder pool" and force him to step out of that mold, that shell he had carried for over two hundred years.
But the two of them had slept together eight hundred times, and Mingguang still dared to mention "close friendship" to her. Naturally, Bitao wanted to completely shatter his perception.
"Why should I shut up? Do you think that just because you're still high in the heavens, no one can speak just because your judgment has been issued?"
Bitao straightened up, moved away from the tree trunk she was leaning against, took a step forward to press herself against Mingguang, looked up at him, her peach blossom eyes slanted upwards, and an air of frivolousness and debauchery emanated from her: "I am just that despicable and shameless, and the way you are now is exactly what I wanted most."
"If you indulge in lust with me, and the celestial beings in the heavens witness your passionate state, do you feel utterly ashamed and want to die of shame?"
"Don't look like you've been betrayed. You should have known long ago that I was born with both pure and turbid energies, and my five yin energies are bound to be blazing."
Bitao stared at Mingguang, and with her other hand that wasn't holding him, she touched his tense cheek and rubbed the small red mole on his chin: "I like you, I love you, I want you, and I'll do anything to get you."
"I've done it, so what are you going to do about it?"
Bitao tiptoed closer to Mingguang's lips and deliberately exhaled, "Are you going to sever all ties with me?"
Mingguang's breathing became very heavy, and a deep vertical line appeared between his brows.
He looked at Bitao up close, his eyes filled with disbelief, but he did not dodge Bitao's teasing and scratching of his chin.
He simply gazed at her intently, as if he had never known her before, yet also as if... in her peach blossom eyes reflecting his own image, he was rediscovering himself time and again.
"What do you want me to do now?" Bitao continued to ask him, this time taking a step forward while Mingguang was forced to step back.
"You want me to say soft words, you want me to say I did something wrong, that I shouldn't have taken advantage of your amnesia to deceive you, coax you, and force you to have sex with me?"
"You want me to kneel on the ground, cling to your legs, and beg you, this high and mighty future Immortal Emperor, surrounded by stars and the moon, to spare me a little affection?"
Bitao's tone was extremely sarcastic: "Sorry, I am a born filth. From the moment I condensed my spirit, I have only ever plundered, never begged."
A cursed creature born to consume the incompatible element of metal as if it were strong liquor, she certainly wouldn't wag her tail and beg for mercy.
If Bitao were to fawn over someone, it would only be in preparation for a fatal blow.
She considered several ways to deal with Mingguang regaining his memory, most of which involved feigning pitifulness and playing the victim.
She knew that Mingguang was a rigid person to the core. Once the relationship was broken, no matter how angry or devastated he was, he would never deny it.
He just needs some time to process his thoughts and face this sudden upheaval in his emotions and relationships.
She could have easily said a few soft words, acted gently and considerately, and continued to deceive him into feeling sorry for her and making him revolve around her.
His sense of responsibility would eventually compel him to willingly cross the line and approach her. Even if he brought up their past friendship, he could no longer consider Bitao a close friend.
But all of this is predicated on them having enough time to coexist peacefully.
With this return to heaven, Bitao could already foresee how the Nine Heavens would be rife with war and turmoil, and how the meritorious immortal positions and the ancient immortal clans would go from being subtly opposed to being completely on opposite sides.
As the "future Immortal Emperor" chosen by the ancient Immortal Clan, Mingguang naturally remained on their side. Bitao, on the other hand, was the source of all the conflict, a knife cutting into the ancient Immortal Clan's festering wounds. Whether the knife was wielded by the merit-based Immortal position behind her or by herself, after her and Mingguang's passing, they were irrevocably in opposition.
Given their antagonism, even if their relationship changes, it will be difficult for them to come together again in the short term.
Mingguang's temperament is thousands, even tens of thousands of times colder and harder than Wei Danxin's, who only has a dozen or so years of memories of the mortal world.
Therefore, instead of admitting fault and backing down, it's better to continue to bombard Mingguang with "explosive material".
Although this is extremely risky, if Mingguang really breaks off all ties with her, if he really abandons their past friendship because of Bitao's "deliberate distortion," then Bitao will never have another chance to get him.
As the saying goes, haste makes waste, and you can't rush things.
Bitao is a gambler who is prone to reckless behavior and is determined to bet everything on a single, desperate gamble.
"Aren't you going to let go? Are you so angry you want to kill me?"
Bitao looked at Mingguang and said sincerely, "Your injuries are too severe. Even Binglun could bring you to the brink of death in one move. The lightning seal that sealed the past is broken. You can't beat me at all now."
"Furthermore, I advise Mingguang Xuanxian to think carefully. If you kill me in a fit of anger and harm your fellow immortals, even if you are the son of the Immortal Emperor, you will definitely not be able to hold this immortal position."
After Bitao finished speaking, she channeled the Wood Spirit into her arm and gave a powerful jolt, which caused Mingguang to release Bitao's wrist and take two steps back to stand still.
Bitao turned her bruised and terrifying wrist bones and gave Mingguang one last look.
Mingguang kept his eyes fixed on her, his gaze intense.
After Bitao had said a lot, he finally spoke again.
This time it wasn't an accusation or a question, but rather a self-deprecating judgment of Bitao: "How could you... be so bad?"
Bitao's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this.
He swallowed hard and said, "I've always been this bad."
Mingguang closed his eyes, his arms hanging down, clenched into fists.
When I opened my eyes again, the red color in them was like the sunset sinking into the sea, slowly fading away.
Out of the corner of her eye, Bitao saw that the bulging veins on his body were gradually returning to normal, and guessed that he had once again suppressed himself back into his mold.
Bitao breathed a sigh of relief, walked past him, and ran to a shady spot in the bushes to meditate.
She seemed fearless, as if she had already planned for Mingguang to have no choice but to accept his fate after the scandal broke.
In fact, she wouldn't be able to stand up if she didn't sit down!
I'm scared.
Mingguang regained his memory too early, and Bitao had no time to plan many things.
If I really lose the bet...
Then the only option left is to go from seizing by trickery to seizing by force.
Anyway, her golden crow, flying in the sky and shining on all things, is hers. If it dies in a cage, it will die in her cage.
But having tasted the "ripe and sweet melon," why would she want to eat the "forced sour and bitter melon"?
Just a few days ago, Mingguang and she had fallen deeply in love and he had even cooked for her.
Most importantly... I'm afraid I won't be able to suck anymore.
Bitao mobilized the wood spirit to heal herself, while also sending out a wisp of her divine consciousness to closely monitor Mingguang's movements.
Mingguang stood there for a while before finally turning around and walking in the opposite direction from Bitao.
Bitao's heart was in her throat. What did this mean? She hadn't gone far while meditating. Where was Mingguang going?
Am I really going to cut ties with her?!
However, Mingguang hadn't taken more than a few steps when he collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Bitao immediately sprang up and rushed towards him, slamming Mingguang head-on into the ground with great force; he was already at his last gasp.
He was so badly injured, having jumped off a cliff and witnessed his future wife kissing someone else. After regaining his senses, he was further enraged by Bitao's words, which showed that she was not only unrepentant but also incorrigible.
It's a miracle that they've managed to hold on this long despite their relentless rage.
Bitao helped Mingguang up, channeled the wood spirit within her body into him, turned him over from his prone position, and looked down to check if his face had been scratched by the sand and stones on the ground.
I saw a thin line of blood trickling down the corner of his mouth, flowing gently out.
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no...
That made her so angry she almost vomited blood!
Bitao mobilized the wood spirit to the maximum extent to protect Mingguang's heart meridian.
She gently moved his limp head a few times, and seeing that he didn't even flinch, and his golden eyes were tightly closed, confirming that he was completely unconscious, she lowered her head and tenderly wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing him tightly against her cheek.
Her lips roamed over every inch of his face, like a woodpecker, constantly kissing his cheeks.
At this moment, the Milky Way above the heavens had already exploded with a blazing inferno, and stars and clouds scattered.
"Aaaaaaahhhhh... My Mingguang Xuanxian has finally regained his memories!"
"Aa ...
"No... I thought of all sorts of grand scenes of regaining memories, but I never expected it would be because I broke the Thunder Pattern Curse Seal by fighting to the death with Ice Wheel Celestial."
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh! I'm so angry I could vomit blood again, I really couldn't help but laugh."
"I don't know if you guys feel the same way I do, but ever since Ice Wheel Celestial Fairy misunderstood that Peach Blossom Fairy liked him, I've been getting goosebumps all over my body. When Bright Light Mystic Immortal suddenly popped out of the bushes and said to Ice Wheel Celestial Fairy, 'She's my wife, what were you doing just now?', I was so itchy all over that I wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground!"
"Same here! Mine's a bit worse than yours, the soles of my shoes are practically worn through from my toes. Hahahahahahahahaha..."
"I would call the Fairy of the Peach Blossom the most courageous woman in the entire Nine Heavens."
"When Mingguang Xuanxian emerged from the river and questioned Bitao Shenxian question by question, if it were me, I would have knelt down!"
"Yeah, it was really scary. The Silver Gu was just being released, and I didn't even dare to breathe. When I saw Fairy Bitao being forced to lean against a tree with her head down, I thought she was begging for mercy. But when she looked up, it was a provocation! How can someone be so cowardly?"
"No, we've been waiting quietly for so long, what's going on? Mingguang Xuanxian has regained her memories, why doesn't Bitao Shenxian apologize for what she did? How can she be so self-righteous?!"
"Oh no! 'Jingjing's' expectations have been dashed."
"I thought I would see Fairy Bitao using her sweet words and flattery, seeing her try every means to coax Immortal Mingguang, and even helping Fairy Bitao think of names for their more than one thousand children... I never expected that Fairy Bitao wouldn't say a word of flattery, but would talk back to me with every word... She turned her back on me directly!"
"Didn't Fairy Bitao say that she was always so despicable, shameless, and scheming?"
"Hahahaha... After thinking about it carefully, I really think Mingguang Xuanxian has no choice but to admit defeat. Can he really fight Bitao Shenxian to the death? Not to mention that he is seriously injured now and can't win at all. Even if he recovers and can win, killing Bitao Shenxian would be harming a fellow immortal, and he wouldn't be able to return to heaven!"
"So... I was just messed with for nothing? Is that even possible? I suddenly have a bold idea!"
"I feel like ants are crawling all over my body. How could I have regained my memories in this way...?"
"Mingguang Xuanxian has recovered, but what about Binglun Tianxian? Bitao Shenxian is like a dead pig that's not afraid of boiling water. Binglun Tianxian said those things to Mingguang Xuanxian before and even tried to kill him. I can't imagine how he'll face Mingguang Xuanxian now?"
"Ice Wheel Celestial Immortal has also recovered. When Bright Light Mystic Immortal was pressing Bi Peach Goddess step by step, Ice Wheel Celestial Immortal popped his head out of the river. At that time, his face was distorted, and his eyes were red as if he had been stabbed twice when he looked at Bi Peach Goddess. It was obvious that he had recovered!"
"I saw it too, I saw it too, but Ice Wheel Fairy quickly dived back into the water and swam away, hahaha! She didn't dare to come ashore at all! But she didn't go far either, she just hid not far away and secretly watched."
"I'm laughing so hard! Ice Wheel Celestial and Peach Blossom Fairy are 'mortal enemies'! How will Ice Wheel Celestial Face Peach Blossom Fairy after she wakes up? Hahaha, how will she face Bright Light Mystic Immortal? Hahahaha—"
"I don't care about Ice Wheel Celestial, I just want to know if Peach Blossom Celestial deliberately angered Bright Light Mystic Immortal? She rushed over as soon as she saw Bright Light Mystic Immortal fall, and kept channeling wood spirit into him. She's been sucking on him for ages, and she still seems to really like him, so why did she say such hurtful things?"
"You wouldn't know this, would you? This is called playing hard to get!"
...
Bitao's "feigned indifference" strategy has not yet been effective.
The most important reason is that Mingguang has been in a coma for two whole days.
Mingguang had already suffered internal organ damage from the fall off the cliff, and his heart meridian was damaged due to the sudden attack of fire. Bitao had been using all her wood spirit to nourish and repair him. When the wood spirit was exhausted, she hid Mingguang in a tree hole to find herbs.
After smashing a stone, apply it to his wound, mix it with water, and then pour some into his vagina.
Bitao has been eating herbs for the past two days, and her mouth is full of bitter grass. Fortunately, she is a cultivator, so she won't starve to death by eating some herbs every day.
On the third night, Mingguang, whose internal and external injuries were under control, finally woke up.
He opened his eyes and quickly felt the warmth of the person pressed against him.
He turned his head and saw Bitao sleeping with her eyes closed next to him.
Bitao's height, converted according to the astral ruler, is nearly seven feet, which is considered tall among ordinary female immortals.
However, she was slender but not strong enough. These past few days, she had been running around all day and had exhausted her wood spirit, so she had lost weight very quickly.
Her chin, which used to have a slightly rounded curve, was now pointed and thin. She was curled up on her side, with half of her face buried in her arms. She looked... like a frail cat, pitifully thin.
But as soon as she opens her eyes or speaks, she unleashes her claws and teeth, becoming so fierce and hateful.
Mingguang stared at her intently, his heart filled with endless sorrow and utterly overwhelmed with worry.
Now that things have come to this, what is he supposed to do with her?
Just as his heart was churning with emotion, Bitao woke up.
She fell asleep here in the afternoon; the night outside was dark, and there was no starlight or moonlight.
After waking up, she lazily rolled over and was about to reach out to hug Mingguang, not wanting to kiss him, but at least to snuggle against his chest.
As soon as she opened her arms and looked up to see how his complexion had recovered, she met a pair of golden eyes that shone brightly in the darkness.
He lay on his side, looking down at Bitao. After their eyes met, his pupils contracted for a moment.
Bitao's hand hovered at his waist, but she quickly withdrew it under his gaze.
Mingguang never looked away, nor did he move too close to the other person.
Unlike before, when he would turn his eyes away shyly and avoid her gaze if Bitao stared at him for a while.
But Mingguang's eyes remained devoid of warmth, as calm as a frozen lake that could not be thawed.
He's still angry.
Outwardly calm, but inwardly burning with anxiety.
This time was different from the first competition, when Xiao Taozhi stabbed him in order to win. He could comfort himself and say that it was good that Xiao Taozhi was ambitious, and that her honor and the position of You Tian Merit Immortal were intertwined, leaving him with no choice.
No matter how many excuses he makes for Xiao Taozhi now, she is deliberately deceiving him by taking advantage of his lack of memories of the Heavenly Realm. She even uses his "drunkenness" to fabricate a performance of being violated by him, causing him to break down and then fooling him, forcing him to accept their romantic relationship.
She confessed to her despicable scheming, and then swaggered around, full of sarcasm and provocation, plotting that he couldn't do anything to her.
Bitao sat up abruptly, feeling her scalp tingle and sweat break out on her back from being stared at by Jin Tong's gaze. She quickly looked away.
He licked his lips a few times, but ultimately said nothing, got up and left.
Mingguang did not stop her from leaving, nor did he ask her where she was going. He simply watched her figure disappear into the night.
He kept questioning himself: How could his little peach branch be so bad?
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