Chapter 1620: Chapter 980: Abyss in the Mirror (Part 2)

"If it’s as you think, then the one standing before you now wouldn’t be me, but the Evil God himself."

Fang Geyu tossed aside the handkerchief in her hand, and under Baili An’s gaze, her soft body slid off the stool.

She crouched before Baili An, resting her chin on her hand: "But as you say, just an ordinary man, nothing exceptional. Since you want to play, why not entertain you?"

The flushed color faded from her face, leaving her cheeks snowy white and tender, devoid of any shyness.

With nimble fingers, she pulled out his jacket, lifting it up to reveal his slender, strong waist.

As she touched him, the muscles along his waist tensed momentarily, with his fair and solid structure like top-grade jade, possessing an elegant beauty even without seeing his face.

Baili An naturally had a lean and tall stature, his waist was unusually long, narrow waist, broad shoulders, long legs—how could he not be the most superior among the courtiers?

Fang Geyu fell silent, her dainty, adorable toes curled slightly under her nightgown, turning red, seemingly nervous and unsure.

But she kept an indifferent face, perhaps sensing Baili An’s scrutinizing gaze, she clicked her tongue in admiration:

"I’ve seen countless men in my life, and you with your precious jade-white looks, even if mixed in with the courtiers of the Empress’s palace, you would stand out, wouldn’t you?"

Baili An allowed her to adjust his breath, remaining silent.

Fang Geyu sneered, her small feet intertwined under her skirt, her gaze nonchalant.

She stretched out her small hand, touching his firm abdominal muscles, as if evaluating something.

Giving Baili An no chance to react.

The girl’s tender, boneless body gently leaned back, her waist elegantly displayed under the sheer nightgown, a white, tender foot emerging from the skirt, placed on his chest, and gently sliding.

Baili An’s body trembled, his breath slightly ragged.

Fang Geyu looked down at him: "I’ve barely touched you, and if this is all you amount to, you can’t become Fang Geyu’s courtier."

After she spoke, her snow-white toes lightly stroked like caressing Cornelian, slowly and deliberately.

Like a fine feather spinning gently, the unhurried movement was teasingly itchy.

Such a pure, incomprehensible white foot was now tinged with a pale pink of ambiguous color.

Baili An originally intended merely to explore her depths. These past few days interacting with Fang Geyu was like watching flowers through fog, unable to see clearly.

Even though she spoke as if casually, erasing memories of him, everything vanished like smoke.

But Baili An always seemed to subtly feel her deliberate rejection, distance, and coldness during their conversations.

If truly strangers, such deliberation is unnecessary.

Who could have predicted events would unfold to this point?

In that recent probe, Baili An was close to grasping her true inner emotions, when suddenly the situation reversed...

The proud Fang Geyu, who regarded face and pride higher than the heavens, had sincerely engaged in ambiguity with him.

Once again, he was unable to see her clearly.

Fang Geyu was not Ning Feiyan.

Even though they had experienced intimacy in the Ghost House, it wasn’t her true intent, but a confused act under the Soul Capturing Drum’s desire.

Baili An understood Fang Geyu, knowing her arrogance and flamboyance hid an essence of self-respect.

Even without that spider iron box sealing Six Consciousness and seven emotions, such a Fang Geyu would never do something so shameful.

Amidst the tingling smooth sensation, Baili An barely opened his eyes, abdominal muscles tensing, maintaining the spirit platform’s clarity.

He wanted to observe Fang Geyu’s expression at this moment, to see if she was feigning to dispel his doubts.

Fang Geyu also continuously watched Baili An’s expression, and she smiled contemptuously.

Her exquisitely white toes shyly curled, and then gradually stretched one by one, rising and falling like rain, casually tapping the sword scar on his heart.

Extremely gentle movements, yet seemingly on the verge of penetrating his heart, like a cat claw scratching, causing discomfort.

Baili An frowned, closing his eyes.

Damn!

This cunning fellow discerned his intent, giving him no chance to speak.

He bit back a trembling tone, just as he was about to remind Fang Geyu this was a breach of conduct, a slight stabbing sensation pierced his heart.

Fang Geyu tilted her head with a wicked smile, unknowingly, even she hadn’t noticed a hint of faint sinister gold flickering in her eyes.

She let out an "oh", exceedingly irresponsible as she retracted her movement, and said coolly, "No strength left, really exhausting."

Baili An was completely weakened, collapsed on the ground, his eyes lost their usual brilliance.

Facing such an event, anyone would be extremely frustrated.

Yet upon hearing Fang Geyu’s teasing words, Baili An automatically ignored the mocking tone embedded within them.

Feebly, he persevered to sit up, cradling the foot she retracted back into his palm.

Fang Geyu’s eyes suddenly turned cold.

She wanted to kick him in the face.

But Baili An gently and meticulously placed her foot on his knee, using his sleeve to wipe away the crumbs from breakfast cakes.

The dazed look in his eyes gradually returned to focus, noticing her tender white palm was rubbed red, a trace of distress in his gaze.

"If you’re tired, you should’ve said to stop earlier. I was only trying to tease you with those words, not for you to take it so seriously, do I really seem like such a scoundrel?

My body, cold like a corpse, is already hard as stone. With your ongoing, relentless rubbing, aren’t you afraid of hurting yourself.

A young lady of your stature usually rides in carriages and rarely walks, nurturing such pretty and delicate feet, don’t waste them on me. Ah, look at this!"

Baili An complained, "They’re rubbed red, do you have medicine in your room? I should apply some for you? I heard today is the Sea God Festival, you have to go out with your father.

Forget it, you shouldn’t go, I’ll go in your place."

Listening to Baili An’s incessant chatter, not at all moving or impactful, rather like nagging old wives’ tales, one’s heart felt as though it was being kneaded repeatedly.

Fang Geyu’s tense calf slowly relaxed, quietly watching Baili An’s actions, surprisingly not kicking him away.

Suddenly, a chilling sharp pain came from her heart, as if something sharp had cut a tiny opening.

Then, countless thin tendrils tore at the tear, like some larval nest rudely awakened.

Twisting, silently clamoring to burrow inside.

That bizarre sensation made Fang Geyu’s eyes widen, suffering excruciating pain like needles piercing and stirring within her skull.

Her pupil constricted into a sharp golden thread, cold and indifferent emotions started to occupy the depths of her gaze.

In an instant, Fang Geyu acutely realized her momentary loss of control.

She quickly bit her tongue, fresh blood seeping out, pressing her tongue firmly against her palate, silently chanting a Forbidden Curse.

Only then could she regain control over her body.

In that moment, she even felt death accompanied her.

After collecting herself, her pupils once again shrank in terror.

Her own palm, like a nightmare, unbeknownst fell lightly atop Baili An’s head.

Beneath her palm, countless golden tendrils swiftly retracted back into it, vanishing.

At that moment, Baili An was unsuspectingly massaging her foot, deeply lowering his head, exposing his vulnerable nape to her palm.

Yet when had she reached out her palm, she had no idea!

From the corner of her eye, she suddenly turned to look at the room’s large bronze mirror, reflecting not her mother’s figure anymore.

It was her own appearance, a girl in a nightgown.

The girl had heterochromia, one black and one gold, a cold and wicked smile on her face, her hand with countless golden tendrils resting on Baili An’s nape.

Like countless live roots, hundreds of threads piercing into his skin, extending all the way into the brain’s spirit platform...

Under her palm, Baili An’s eyes hollowed out, gradually losing their original brightness, arms drooping limply, like a puppet controlled by her...

Fang Geyu broke out in a cold sweat on her back, the just suppressed emotions hadn’t yet subsided, a paralyzing fear still enveloped her entire body.

She felt as though shrouded in an ominous shadow, her hands frighteningly cold, palm wet with cold sweat.

While the residual warmth from his foot nearly boiled away all her blood.

The whole extended hand was numb and helpless.

It was strange, Baili An had asked if there was medicine in her room, yet no reply came for a while, he too didn’t pursue the question, even slipped into some silent understanding, showing no intention to look up at her.

Fang Geyu subtly gained a moment to catch her breath, she slowly closed her eyes, and gradually wiped her moist palm dry on her dress.