346: Chapter 344: Su Jing is Going to be Ruined 346: Chapter 344: Su Jing is Going to be Ruined Fang Geyu still didn’t forget to stretch out her snow-white toes, kicking his shoulder mockingly, “What’s the matter?
Struck a nerve with my words, feeling guilty?
You shameless little pervert?”
Baili An grabbed her delicate ankle and pulled her towards him, causing Fang Geyu to yelp as she slid off the soft jade couch.
He leaned forward, his arms hooking around her waist to cushion her fall.
After stabilizing her, he carefully wrapped his arms around Fang Geyu, cleverly rolling over to press her securely beneath him.
With Su Jing’s unapproachable, icy face, his expression was fierce, but his tone was extremely soft, as if explaining, “Fang Geyu, I don’t like women with big chests.”
Fang Geyu suddenly became like a little cat whose fur had been smoothed down, retracting her sharp claws and curling up beneath him, her eyes imperceptibly squinting with a smile, almost blurting out, “Then do you like women with small chests?”
The moment the words left her mouth, Fang Geyu’s delicate little face flushed with embarrassment, and she said indignantly, “I was asking for Jiujiu.”
In his heart, Baili An thought, Jiujiu’s chest isn’t small either.
He drew out the tails of his eyes, creating a beautiful and touching arc.
However, this face ultimately belonged to a woman, and his delicate movements inevitably carried a hint of seductiveness, seven parts of his coolness lost, replaced by a demon energy.
Baili An pressed his body down a little closer, the corners of his eyes subtly shaded with a bashful peach color, he said earnestly and softly, “This answer, I thought you, Fang Geyu, knew long ago, or are you…
Fang Geyu’s face flushed red with ‘bang,’ feeling unbearably hot, and she lifted her arms to shield her face.
After living for so many years, she’d actually been seduced by a corpse demon wearing a woman’s skin.
It wasn’t that she couldn’t resist being teased, but it was really because Su Jing’s face was too much of a foul play.
Fang Geyu unconsciously rubbed the hand that once held the answer on his body and said, “You go back to your own body first.
Su Jing is a very annoying guy, and I don’t like being talked down to while she’s on top of me.”
Baili An was quite helpless, “It’s not that I don’t want to go back, but Su Jing’s body is very strange.
Not to mention her soul mysteriously disappeared, I also transferred my soul into her body just to try, since it’s extremely difficult for each flesh and soul to harmonize, even old monsters skilled in the Soul Seizing Technique can experience bodily rejection.
Yet, the reality was unexpected, Su Jing’s body harbored no resistance to my soul at all.
What’s more terrifying is, although that one soul is extremely weak and dormant within her body, the moment I entered, her remaining soul bit onto my aura instantly.
It’s not that I refuse to leave, but that soul refuses to let me go.”
Fang Geyu was stupefied, “Can it really happen like that?”
She became somewhat anxious, “Then aren’t you going to be stuck in her body for life?”
Baili An said, “Not necessarily, as long as Su Jing’s three souls and six spirits all return and regain control of this body, naturally, they won’t tolerate someone else staying in her body.
That one spirit is very weak, and its consciousness is very confused.
Perhaps it’s just a deep unconsciousness of isolation and helplessness, like a drowning person clinging to a driftwood, entwining me.”
Fang Geyu’s face showed mixed feelings, and she said, “Then you better find a way to retrieve her soul soon.
I really don’t know what terrifying thing is hidden in Ghost Mountain that even Su Jing’s soul got scattered.
If you stay , Jiujiu will be left singing solo for the rest of her life, dying of loneliness.”
She wore a deeply concerned look, as if thinking about her good friend.
But more importantly, she wanted to raise a docile and tooth-grinding corpse demon, not this tall, big-chested, long-legged cold beauty.
Baili An heard the hidden meaning in her words and said with dissatisfaction, “Jiujiu is not the lustful person you’re describing.”
Seeing him defend his wife , Fang Geyu’s heart became even smaller than the tip of a needle, shamelessly teasing Jiujiu without any restraint, speaking nonsense.
“Who knows, right now your body is next door, being held by Jiujiu.
Who can say for sure they aren’t already stripping off your clothes, beginning to enjoy you?”
What kind of outrageous talk was this?
Baili An blushed from her words, “Young lady, don’t talk such filthy nonsense.”
You’re calling me filthy?” No woman likes to be described like that; Fang Geyu’s eyes flashed dangerously, transforming into a fierce little wild cat, her small hands lunging out like a tiger, reaching for that soft spot.
“How am I filthier than you, can you even bear the weight of Su Jing’s body without finding it troublesome or burdensome?”
Though Baili An was a man, and his chest was not taboo,
now he was experiencing Su Jing’s feminine body, and the feeling was quite different.
A sudden attack made him let out a muffled grunt, his body instantly going limp.
Fang Geyu flipped over in an instant, becoming the queen and forcefully pinning him beneath her.
“Fang Geyu, if you keep messing around, I’ll spank you!”
The young lady obviously got spirited, and continued to taunt without restraint, “Yo, look at that blushing face.
Why not use the ferocity from the past few nights?
Weren’t you biting ferociously then?”
Fang Geyu took the rascalism too far, looking at the usually noble and unparalleled beauty now helplessly pressed beneath her, she began to lose control.
What was more exciting was that the soul inside wasn’t the rightful owner, but a face she could bully uprightly.
She couldn’t help feeling more brazen and unrestrained.
Fang Geyu’s cool hands slid through the hem of the cloth, tracing up the flat, cold skin.
She raised an eyebrow and sneered, “Look at this wronged little face, huh?
Are the lipsticks on my mouth not eaten by you?
Aren’t you always stripped by me?
You’ve been pressed down on the bed and kissed by me, what’s there to be shy about?”
A violent sound of shattering porcelain came from the door.
Fang Geyu and Baili An simultaneously looked in that direction, then both felt like dying.
Li Jiujiu was standing there, dumbfounded, holding an empty tray in her hands.
The tea that had been securely placed on the tray was now splattered all over the ground, steaming hot.
Yao, what rotten luck!
She wouldn’t be silenced by that terrifying Su Jing, would she?
Li Jiujiu covered her chest, leaning against the wall, and took two deep breaths.
She had to analyze the situation calmly.
There must be some unknown misunderstanding.
She joined her fingers into a sword finger, vigorously rubbing her temples.
Li Jiujiu looked again at the two people stacked on top of each other inside the room.
Her good friend Fang Geyu had kicked off her boots, exposing a pair of delicate and snowy feet, stepping on Su Jing’s wide and white snow robe.
One hand had made her clothing completely disheveled, reaching upward from her waist, and without using her brain, anyone could guess what her hand was now touching.