"You just love to torment me!" Mo Yuyao sighed faintly and said, "I feel like I owe you from my past life." "Then let me make it up to you in this life." As Song Yun spoke, the warm breath touching Mo Yuyao’s neck and ear gave her goosebumps all over. It wasn’t fear, but a very peculiar sensation. Mo Yuyao had never felt this before; it was like the few seconds before receiving a red envelope as a child, her entire being instantly became excited, and the result of this excitement was goosebumps, increased blood flow, accelerated heartbeat, and then a rise in body temperature, making her want to tremble uncontrollably. Mo Yuyao took a deep breath, hoping to calm herself down, but found that the warm embrace holding her was so difficult to pull away from. Almost in an instant, Mo Yuyao felt herself completely sinking in. Song Yun’s voice was soft and slow, and to Mo Yuyao’s ears, it sounded like some kind of hypnotic command. Mo Yuyao uncontrollably twisted her body and then turned around. The two of them, face to face. Song Yun reached out a hand, touched the back of Mo Yuyao’s head, then pulled her entire body into his arms, resting his chin on her forehead, and Mo Yuyao naturally held onto Song Yun’s waist. Song Yun’s breath was also very gentle, the warm breath on Mo Yuyao’s head made her feel a bit ticklish. And Mo Yuyao gently closed her eyes, feeling the strong heartbeat coming from Song Yun’s chest. This was her first time being so close with a man . Song Yun’s breathing, Song Yun’s heartbeat, Song Yun’s body temperature, all slowly made Mo Yuyao’s consciousness become a bit dazed. This... was a scene Mo Yuyao had dreamed of countless times. Facing her beloved, looking at each other face to face. Holding each other and sleeping. This was the most beautiful thing in life. Mo Yuyao suddenly raised her head, looking at Song Yun’s chiseled chin, her eyes hazy. By chance, Song Yun also lowered his head. Their eyes met in that instant. A current-like sensation flowed through both of them instantly. Mo Yuyao’s eyes grew even hazier. Song Yun smiled faintly. The corner of his mouth had an enchanting curve. Lightly lowering his head, Song Yun just stared at Mo Yuyao without saying anything, and Mo Yuyao, likewise, looked at Song Yun without uttering a word. Their lips seemed to be drawn together by a magnet, closer and closer. Finally, as if in a moment, but also as if an entire century had passed. Song Yun smilingly whispered, "Are you used to it?" "Not bad." Mo Yuyao nodded and said, "Have you...kissed many people?" "I only kiss the women I love," Song Yun said, pulling the hand that held Mo Yuyao slightly forward, placing it under Mo Yuyao’s chin, lifting her chin slightly and saying, "Even if I don’t like them, I might sleep with them if they’re beautiful, but I’ll never kiss them. A kiss is a true expression of feelings, while sleeping together is often just a basic instinct and impulse." "So kissing is more important than sleeping together?" Mo Yuyao asked. "In my opinion, yes. Actually, a lot of women who sell their bodies won’t kiss you, and that’s the same reason; most people think this way," Song Yun said. "So today, I gave you the most important thing?" Mo Yuyao asked. "You could say that," Song Yun replied, "Which means, you’re my woman now." "Just a kiss and I’m your woman, you’re not very ambitious," Mo Yuyao said. Song Yun’s eyes lit up, and Mo Yuyao lowered her head with a silent smile. "What kind of ambition should I have?" Song Yun asked with a mischievous grin. "You guess, if you guess right, I’ll tell you!" Mo Yuyao said with a laugh. Song Yun’s hand gently moved down, slipping under the quilt, then held Mo Yuyao’s waist, saying, "Pursuing the most primitive and essential things of humanity?" "I don’t know about that." Mo Yuyao shook her head, though her face was blushing red. Song Yun grinned, then kissed Mo Yuyao again, but this time, his hand was not idle as before. "You...how can you be so bad!" Mo Yuyao exclaimed, though her hands did nothing to stop him. This was not just half-hearted resistance; this was acquiescence. Song Yun gently caressed Mo Yuyao and said, "I’ve always been this bad, do you regret it now?" "I...I regret it to death!" Mo Yuyao said, "If I had known you were this bad, I wouldn’t have let you into my bed!" "Too bad, I’m someone who doesn’t allow returns. Once we’re in bed, we’re in bed, and no one can stop me halfway, young lady, you’ll just have to accept me!" Song Yun laughed mischievously, lifting Mo Yuyao’s clothes. Below, many words are omitted. This was destined to be a crazy night, and also destined to be a night filled with blood. Ghost King returned to the village with his body covered in wounds. Follow current novels on NoveIＦire.net Bazha Hei didn’t expect that Ghost King would be so severely injured and quickly arranged for the villagers to treat him, and Bailing, who had returned earlier with his grandfather, also saw Ghost King. Ghost King had both hands fractured, which was utterly shocking in Bailing’s eyes. The most powerful figure in the village was also beaten to the point of fractures; how powerful must that person be? The now adult Bailing suddenly had an image of that person in his mind. "Hmph, foreigner, I will definitely avenge everyone!" Bailing snorted coldly to his grandfather and said, "Grandfather, I also want to learn the Gu Technique." "Do you really want to learn?" Bailing’s grandfather asked in surprise. "Yes, I want to learn, but not just the Gu poison, I want to learn other things too." Bailing said seriously. "You’ve finally come around, I’ll arrange for someone to teach you." Bailing’s grandfather said. Bailing nodded, "Grandfather, one day I will avenge you too!" At daybreak, Song Yun woke up amidst tender arms and jade bodies. Mo Yuyao was still asleep, and Song Yun didn’t want to disturb her, so he quietly got up, dressed, and left the clinic. No one knows how much time had passed. Mo Yuyao opened her eyes. Moving her body brought a severe pain. Mo Yuyao called out, but there was no response. Mo Yuyao’s expression changed; she sat up, threw on some clothes, and stepped into her slippers to walk outside the room. There was no one there either. Mo Yuyao walked to the door and called out softly a few times, but still heard no response from Song Yun. Mo Yuyao shivered slightly. Had he deceived me again? At this thought, Mo Yuyao’s body began to tremble slightly, standing at the doorway, she looked around but didn’t see the person she most wanted to see. "Song Yun, stop playing jokes on me, if you don’t come out now, I’m not talking to you anymore!" Mo Yuyao shouted to herself, but still no response. Mo Yuyao’s eyes suddenly grew misty. Mo Yuyao called out almost plaintively. After a long time, Mo Yuyao, her body trembling, turned and walked back into her room. "Bastard, you tricked me again, bastard!" Mo Yuyao sat on the edge of the bed, clutching the nearby quilt, her eyes brimming with tears as she muttered to herself. A male voice with a hint of laughter came from the door. Mo Yuyao joyfully looked up, instantly seeing Song Yun, but her expression quickly turned solemn, and she said, "Where did you go so early in the morning?" "Brought you breakfast, ran all the way back soaked in sweat!" Song Yun said, bringing the breakfast from the village primary school to Mo Yuyao. Mo Yuyao’s tears finally fell.