Chapter 116: Little Eight, How Did I Do?
Nan Xun was dragged all the way into the inner chamber by Yan Mohan.
“Let go of me!” Nan Xun shouted.
Yan Mohan ignored her completely. With a ripping sound, he tore her dress to shreds.
Nan Xun screamed, “Yan Mohan, how dare you! If you do this, I’ll hate you for the rest of my life!”
Yan Mohan’s movements stiffened for a brief moment, then continued. With a sweep of his arm, all the candles in the inner chamber were extinguished, plunging the room into pitch-black darkness where one couldn’t even see their own hand.
Then he stripped the remaining clothes from Nan Xun, flung her onto the bed, and pressed down on her.
He was biting her.
Nan Xun had no doubt that several places on her body had already been bitten until they bled.
In the darkness, his breathing was extremely heavy. Nan Xun tried to resist, but soon realized that this man’s strength and inner power were several times greater than hers. Beneath him, she was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
Suddenly, at some point, he pulled away.
Nan Xun could hear that the heavy panting gradually calmed down. The next moment, a shadow walked over and pounced onto her body.
Nan Xun’s gaze instantly turned icy as she asked Little Eight, “Has he already switched people?”
Little Eight’s voice was low. “Yes. He just flew out through the window.”
Just as the man on top of her pinned her down and was about to commit the act, Nan Xun swung her arm and flung the medicinal powder Little Eight had given her straight into his face.
Then she shoved the man off her, stuffed a bolster under him, and left it there.
The man on the bed seemed to have fallen into some sort of hallucination, hugging the pillow and grinding against it.
Nan Xun cooperatively let out a pained cry, then sat down by the table and turned her head to look out the window.
At this moment, her gaze was very cold—extremely cold.
Little Eight couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise, “Your emotional fluctuation was actually detected by me! That’s so rare. Do you know that your emotional fluctuations have always been tiny—so small that it’s hard for me to detect them? In the previous worlds, no matter how big things got, I couldn’t sense your emotions at all. But just now, I actually felt them. You seemed… very angry?”
Nan Xun slightly curled her lips. That flash of emotion disappeared again. She pouted and said, “Of course I’m angry. I almost got raped by a stranger just now.”
Little Eight was puzzled. “You’re losing integrity anyway. How many times have you lost it before—what’s one more?”
Nan Xun said calmly, “It’s not the same. No one gets to force me to do something I don’t want to do. No matter how much integrity I lost before, it was all within my consent. But this time… Yan Mohan crossed my bottom line.”
After hearing this, Little Eight fell silent.
“Little Eight, I’m really very unhappy. I want to strangle Yan Mohan.”
Little Eight panicked and hurriedly said, “Don’t do anything rash! You can torture him, but you absolutely can’t kill him, or you won’t get the merit points.”
Nan Xun didn’t reply. Propping her chin up, she began to moan softly, “Ah… oh… mm…”
Little Eight: “Holy crap, what are you doing?!”
Nan Xun rolled her eyes skyward. “Adding some sound effects. If it’s just that fake alone huffing and puffing, a big boss as sharp as him would definitely get suspicious. By the way, Little Eight, do you think I’m doing a good job?”
Little Eight nearly choked on its own saliva.
It listened carefully and began to offer feedback. “Seems like it’s missing a bit of… flavor.”
Nan Xun rolled her eyes. “Missing flavor? Why don’t you just say it’s missing the right heat?”
Little Eight demonstrated for her. That moan really rose and fell in three waves on a single note.
Nan Xun got goosebumps all over. She brushed them off her arm and started practicing herself.
Outside the window, Yan Mohan leaned against the wall, his hands clenched tightly into fists. He tilted his head back slightly, breathing hard, as if he couldn’t quite catch his breath.
Under the moonlight, his eyes were filled with red veins. Something intense surged up from deep within, breaking through the ground like vines, taking root all over his body, feeding on him and wrapping around him tighter and tighter—so tight he could hardly breathe.
The moans from inside the hall were like a hammer, striking his heart again and again, every blow landing on the same spot.
He suddenly clutched the area over his heart, and that suffocating feeling became even more severe.
His fingers involuntarily tightened.
His heart beat faster and faster.
Suddenly, it started to hurt.
Yan Mohan flew away from the window and stumbled into a small grove outside. One hand slammed against a tree trunk, the other clutched his heart. Both hands tightened more and more, until the bark was torn off.
His fingers were exerting so much force that blood seeped from his fingertips, staining the smooth tree trunk.
Yan Mohan gasped harshly. He could clearly hear the heavy thumping of his heart, accompanied by waves of stabbing pain, and a wicked fire slowly gathering in his lower abdomen, surging downward.
He opened his mouth wide, panting, and slowly lowered his gaze toward below his abdomen.
Suddenly, he burst out laughing—but the laughter was filled with self-mockery and bitterness.
In this lifetime, he—who was incapable of being a man—actually had a reaction. And it happened right after he personally handed her over to another man, right after he heard with his own ears their so-called “harmonious union.”
…How ridiculous. Truly ridiculous.
But why did he react? Why would he react to a woman who had humiliated and betrayed him in his previous life?
What was wrong with him… what exactly was wrong with him…
When a certain possibility occurred to him, his heart suddenly clenched. A metallic sweetness surged up his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of bright red blood.
Sliding down along the tree, he collapsed onto the ground. He looked up at the bright white moon in the night sky and seemed to see Qin Buyao’s smiling face within it—her bold teasing, her unconscious coquettishness toward him, everything about her… brighter and more dazzling than the moon itself.
How he wished that everything from his previous life had been nothing but a nightmare—that everything in that dream had been fake. If that were the case, then maybe he could… maybe he could…
But could he do what?
Heh. He was Yan Mohan. How could he indulge in such impossibilities? Scenes from his past life had long been branded deep into his heart. In the dead of night, he often woke in shock from dreams of his former life.
Locked alone in a prison cell, even the jailers humiliated and mocked him. The food he ate every day was worse than pig slop. In the end, his good younger brother ascended the throne, his woman became empress, and he drank the poison that tore through his intestines, ending that wretched life.
He knew that he would never be able to forget those things. He had been reborn for the sake of revenge. He would make everyone who had humiliated him die a miserable death!
Even Qin Buyao—would be no exception.
