【The Song of the Six Dynasties】(Episode 17, Chapter 3)

Chapter 3

Cheng Zongyang passed through the beam of light, and the sound in the room was immediately blocked by it, indicating that the beam also had a soundproofing effect. However, he couldn't understand why this device could block sound without obstructing the passage of objects.

Cheng Zongyang went downstairs and returned to the shopping mall through the side door of the karaoke bar. Fortunately, his backpack was still safely on the chair—there was no one else around.

Cheng Zongyang picked up the backpack and took out its contents one by one—several hand-drawn River Maps by Xu Junfang: the rough paper made him worry it might shred at any moment.

A wallet: he had hardly ever used it; it was more of a souvenir. Perhaps it would only be useful once paper money became widespread.

Amber: this was a work by that brat, used as a warning; it contained a drop of Su Daji's blood, which would heat up if the sorceress got close, but it hadn't been used in a long time.

Paper money: everyone had taken one in the underground vault as a souvenir.

There was also a sharp ghost tooth, which originally belonged to the little fox. He had kept it for years without figuring it out, but after getting to know it, he figured he would always recognize some strange and unusual things, so he gave it to him.

A tightly wrapped cloth bag… Cheng Zongyang thought for a while before remembering that inside was a pair of undergarments. Yun Danliu had made a bet with him that day, and he had lost all his underwear. He had originally planned to use it to

humiliate Miss Yun, but due to their busy journey, they hadn't seen each other much, and this ultimate weapon specifically for dealing with Yun hadn't been used. Cheng Zongyang thought about it and decided it was safer to keep it with him. Yun had disliked him from the beginning, and had threatened to kill him more than once. If they turned against each other because of Yun Ruyao, it might even save his life. Without further ado! Cheng Zongyang then picked out a few of the sexiest pieces of underwear from the bag next to him and stuffed them in as well—to deal with the tyrannical Miss Yun, you had to be ruthless.

The backpack still contained the chocolates he'd given to Le Mingzhu, but before Xiao Xianggua could even eat them, he'd almost been killed by Sister Pan. He had to find a way to remove this stumbling block. Come to think of it, he had the advantage of timing, location, and people at the Taiquan Ancient Formation; why not just abduct Xiao Xianggua and elope? Times had changed, and finding such an opportunity again wouldn't be easy.

Thinking this, Cheng Zongyang rummaged through his half-empty backpack. Suddenly, his fingertips felt something hard, a smooth object.

He picked it up and saw it was a piece of jet-black amber. Inside, a small silver fish seemed to be swimming. Cheng Zongyang

suddenly remembered—this was the Yin-Yang fish that Yu Wuyi had given him before his death. Back in Qingzhou, the Boling Yu Clan and the Black Demon Sea had joined forces to deal with the Bright Guantang group led by Sister Pan. But he and Boss Meng had intervened, dismantling the Black Demon Sea's mole in Qingzhou and disrupting their plans. In a critical moment, Granny Wu suddenly attacked, breaking Yu Wuyi's spine and forcing him to reveal the whereabouts of the Yin-Yang Fish. Yu Wuyi endured the torture relentlessly, finally revealing the fish's location only because he was an enemy of the Black Demon Sea. However, after initially examining the Yin-Yang Fish for a couple of days, he completely forgot about it.

Now, holding the Yin-Yang Fish, Cheng Zongyang had a sudden thought. Back then, the Black Demon Sea and the Boling Yu Clan cooperated against the Bright Temple, but the Black Demon Sea didn't hesitate to kill Yu Wuyi to obtain the Yin-Yang Fish. This showed that their cooperation with the Yu Clan was solely for the Yin-Yang Fish. Before his

death, Yu Wuyi repeatedly instructed that the Yin-Yang Fish must not fall into the hands of the Black Demon Sea under any circumstances. This meant that the Black Demon Sea only needed this Yin-Yang Fish to deal with the Bright Temple. At that time, he never imagined that he would face the Bright Temple in a life-or-death struggle; he hadn't even considered this possibility. Now it seems that this yin-yang fish probably hides the secret of restraining the Bright Hall...

Suddenly a wronged voice came from outside, "It's not here either..."

It was Little Melon! Cheng Zongyang stood up abruptly, then quickly squatted down again—the one next to him was not Sister Pan! He could only use two or three tenths of his true energy at this moment, going out would just be suicide, wouldn't it?

Little Melon's eyes were red from crying, and she said through her nose, "I've been looking for two days and still haven't found him... He has so many injuries, and you hit him so hard..."

Under the protection of Uncle Yan, his junior sister had always been carefree and was the lovable joy of the sect. She had never cried so hard before. Seeing her beautiful eyes red and swollen from crying, Pan Jinlian couldn't help but soften and said gently, "Since we can't find him, he's probably alright."

"How can he be alright? He's all alone, and no one's helping him..."

"Alright," Pan Jinlian comforted her, "I'll help you find him and have you heal his wounds, okay?"

Le Mingzhu sobbed, "Okay."

"Then if you see him, you must tell me, okay?"

Le Mingzhu sniffled and nodded pitifully.

Cheng Zongyang thought to himself: You little fool, Sister Pan asked you to heal his wounds, what's she doing? Busy finishing off her sword strikes!

Le Mingzhu cried like a kitten, her eyes blurred with tears as she looked up at the shops on both sides. "So many clothes..."

Pan Jinlian warned, "You've already taken some, you can't take any more."

Le Mingzhu pouted, pointing to the Coca-Cola on the shelf in the beverage shop. "I want to drink that."

Pan Jinlian said, "You can't drink the water here."

Le Mingzhu stomped her foot. "I want to drink it! I've already drunk it, and I'm fine. I want to drink it, I want to drink it!"

"Shut up!" Pan Jinlian scolded, then wiped her tears with a handkerchief and led Le Mingzhu into the beverage shop.

Le Mingzhu stood on tiptoe, grabbed a can of Coca-Cola, opened it, took a sip, and immediately burst into tears again.

"Why are you crying again?"

"The first time I drank this kind of water, it was from him." Le Mingzhu sobbed, "Even though that big idiot is a bit slow, he's a very good person. If he's going to die, I don't want to live either."

Pan Jinlian scolded, "What are you talking about, dying and living?"

Le Mingzhu burst into tears, "You're being mean to me again..." "I was

n't being mean to you, Senior Sister..."

"You were being mean to me... Waaah..."

Pan Jinlian had no choice but to admit defeat and said softly, "Senior Sister promises not to be mean to you anymore, okay?"

"I don't believe you..." Le Mingzhu's eyes were filled with tears, "When you were on the mountain, everyone was laughing and talking happily. But as soon as you came down the mountain, you put on a veil, only showing your eyes, and you glared at people fiercely..."

Pan Jinlian put one hand on her forehead, sighed helplessly, then took off her veil and smiled at Le Mingzhu, "Is that better now?"

Le Mingzhu stopped sobbing, then smiled through her tears, "Senior Sister, you're so beautiful."

Pan Jinlian rolled her eyes at her.

Le Mingzhu tilted her head and said, "Senior Sister, why do you always wear a veil when you're out? It's such a pity to hide such a beautiful face."

Pan Jinlian ruffled the crimson fox crown on her head and said irritably, "Silly girl."

Le Mingzhu stroked the snow-white fur of the crown and said happily, "I thought I had lost it! Luckily, Senior Sister found it for me. Senior Sister is the best to me..."

Cheng Zongyang's mouth gaped open, and he finally let out a long sigh. He had known Sister Pan for quite some time, but this was the first time he had seen her face. He had previously wondered what she looked like behind her veil—would she be cold and aloof, or stunningly beautiful? But now that the veil was off, Cheng Zongyang realized how far off his expectations had been.

Beneath the veil lay a delicate, sweet, and alluring face, with dimples on either side of her cherry-like lips. Her soft, luscious lips were slightly upturned, naturally possessing a captivating smile. Even when she put on a stern face, she exuded no intimidation, but rather a seductive charm that seemed to deliberately provoke, instantly igniting a fire within one's heart.

Cheng Zongyang had previously thought Sister Pan's constant veil was incredibly pretentious. But seeing her face, he immediately understood. Sister Pan's face… it was the face of a born mistress! Originally veiled, her beautiful eyes held a hint of coldness. But now, with the veil removed, the coldness in her eyes melted away completely against her peach-blossom-like face, becoming watery and captivating. Even when she glared angrily, her eyes seemed to hold tender affection.

Ultimately, it was Pan Jinlian's beauty that was truly unique. Of all the beauties he had ever seen, Xiao Zi was like a piece of jade unearthed from its sheath, exquisitely beautiful and stunning; Xiao Xianggua was adorable, inspiring love at first sight; but Pan Jinlian was a delicate flower, so tender it seemed to drip with water, so beautiful it stirred wicked desires, making one want to hold her in their arms, caress her, and fondle her wantonly.

Pan Jinlian was better off not smiling, but now, with a smile that broke out, her charm was overwhelming, even making Cheng Zongyang, who was used to seeing beautiful women, feel dizzy. He looked at Pan Jinlian with pity; Pan Jinlian's appearance was completely incompatible with the words "pure and innocent." No wonder she wore a veil; if she were to walk the world with that face exposed, attracting swarms of suitors would be the least of her worries. No wonder Wu Da was so jealous; having a fiancée who looked like a femme fatale would put immense pressure on anyone.

Le Mingzhu cheered up a bit and pulled Pan Jinlian, saying, "Senior sister, you should try some too. It tastes weird, but it's delicious."

Pan Jinlian picked up a Coke can, examining it carefully for a moment, maintaining a cautious curiosity about the water sealed in the metal cans.

"These are aluminum cans, very thin. The square ones are even stranger; the outside is made of paper! That idiot said it's filled with milk, but it doesn't taste like it at all. And…"

Le Mingzhu babbled, suddenly noticing several empty cans on the table inside. "Huh? Has anyone been here?"

Pan Jinlian's watery gaze swept across the table, then she said casually, "Maybe it was always here."

This place seemed to have been suddenly sealed in time, many parts frozen in a moment of stillness. Le Mingzhu didn't think much of it. She tiptoed, grabbed the cola, and held it in her arms. "This is for Master, this is for Little Wooden... little stool... little braid..."

Pan Jinlian said calmly, "You wait here for your senior sister, I'll go inside and take a look."

"I'll go with you."

"No need." Pan Jinlian said softly, "You just wait here, don't leave."

Le Mingzhu obediently said, "Okay then."

Cheng Zongyang was overjoyed. Sister Pan was so considerate, leaving Little Xianggua alone here. Once she left, he could just snap his fingers and kidnap Little Xianggua.

Pan Jinlian put on her veil as she walked, calmly heading towards the side door. Cheng Zongyang quickly used his internal energy to absorb the clothes on his body, nimbly flipped over, and silently slipped out of the outdoor supplies store, hiding next to the back door leading to the stairs. He was just waiting for her to pass by so he could go find Little Xianggua.

Unexpectedly, Pan Jinlian circled the store and then headed towards the back door again. Cheng Zongyang quickly dodged, rushing up the stairs like the wind, hiding before she could spot him.

When Pan Jinlian also stepped onto the stairs, Cheng Zongyang finally realized something was wrong. She was coming directly for him. "You bitch!" Cheng Zongyang cursed inwardly. If he had known his whereabouts were exposed from the beginning, why would he have bothered hiding? He could have simply shouted for Xiao Xianggua to run first, and his elopement plan would have been half successful.

Who knew this bitch, pretending to be nonchalant, had already spotted his hiding place. Now, with two doors separating them, it might be too late to shout.

Cheng Zongyang wasn't too panicked. Although Pan Jinlian's cultivation was superior to his, he outnumbered her! Yin Fulan, He Yilian, Yu Baiying, plus Xiao Zi and himself—five against one—even if Pan Jinlian was strong, she might not fare well. She wanted to play the mantis stalking the cicada, but she didn't expect there to be a bunch of orioles unaware of her!

Cheng Zongyang sneered inwardly, deliberately revealing a glimpse of himself to Pan Jinlian before frantically running down the corridor. If she recognized him and didn't pursue him, that would be wise of her. But if she was truly determined to kill him, she'd barge into the room and teach her a lesson! With that brat's methods, he didn't even dare to imagine the miserable end she'd suffer; just thinking about it made him too hard to run.

Cheng Zongyang confidently strode into the corridor, then nearly burst into tears. He'd only been focused on the sounds when he entered, paying no attention to the corridor's layout. Coming out, however, hadn't been difficult; he'd gone straight to the bar by the stairs. Looking around now, he realized the corridor's structure was a perfect Bagua (Eight Trigrams) formation. Getting from the room to the bar at the center was easy, but from the bar, all the surrounding rooms looked identical. The beams of light on all the doors were constantly shifting, making it impossible to tell which room his prey was in…

Cheng Zongyang was filled with shock and anger, unsure where to run. In that moment of hesitation, Pan Jinlian silently accelerated, making no attempt to conceal her attack on him.

Cheng Zongyang's heart sank to the bottom. His injuries hadn't healed; trying to fight Pan Jinlian was pure suicide. Although there were many rooms around, the semi-transparent beams of light on the doors couldn't completely block his view, and the rooms didn't even have windows. Hiding inside would be suicide, while Pan Jinlian would be trapped at the doorway.

As Cheng Zongyang ran, he looked around. He didn't know what these beams of light were, but they were excellent soundproofing. If it weren't for the glass cup blocking his way, the loud noise wouldn't have come out, and shouting for help would have been pointless.

Suddenly, Cheng Zongyang's eyes lit up. A wide doorway beside him didn't seem to have any changing light; it was simply split in the middle, with a human figure painted on each side. The left figure wore a top hat and a pipe, while the right figure had long hair and wore a skirt. Without hesitation, Cheng Zongyang rushed into the left room

. Even if Sister Pan was powerful, she wouldn't dare barge into the men's restroom, would she? But Cheng Zongyang quickly realized his mistake. Pan Jinlian darted in without hesitation. Tears streamed down Cheng Zongyang's face. How could Sister Pan have no common sense? She didn't even know where the men's restroom was!

Seeing no way out, Cheng Zongyang stopped, turned, and drew his coral dagger. Although the laser knife was still in his pocket, conjuring its blade required all his true energy. In that time, Sister Pan could have killed him seven or eight times over.

"Fairy Pan! We have no past grudges or recent conflicts, don't push your luck!"

Pan Jinlian stopped and stared coldly at him for a long while. "What kind of scheme is the Black Demon Sea up to now?"

Cheng Zongyang was taken aback, then cried out, "Innocent! I have absolutely no connection with the Black Demon Sea!"

"Shang Zhenyu has been hiding in the Southern Wilderness for many years, does he think no one recognizes him?"

"Who is Shang Zhenyu?" Cheng Zongyang looked blank. "There's only one old man in our group, surnamed Zhu. Zhu like Pigsy. If you want to kill him, that's great! I've disliked him for a long time! Kill him quickly! Or we can join forces to take him down too."

Pan Jinlian's eyes suddenly shone brightly, as if she could see right through him, then she slowly said, "How do you know Shang Zhenyu is an old man?"

Cheng Zongyang chuckled dryly, "I just said it offhand, who knows who Shang Zhenyu is?"

Pan Jinlian ignored his evasive words and went straight to the point: "Is the current Heavenly Mandate Marquis of the Black Demon Sea Ximen or you?"

"Fairy Pan!" Cheng Zongyang said sternly, "Kill me if you want, don't try to smear me! What Heavenly Mandate Marquis? I've never even heard of him."

"The Black Demon Sea has always been despicable and shameless. First there was the treacherous Ximen, and now you, you villain," Pan Jinlian gritted her teeth, "You even dared to seduce my junior sister!"

"Don't talk nonsense! Everyone saw me fight Ximen to the death! Who dares to say we're in cahoots?"

"The internal strife between the Black Demon Sea's Voodoo and Poison Sects has a long history. Your appearance in the Southern Wilderness, and your dog-eat-dog relationship with the Voodoo Sect, clearly reveals your connection to the Black Demon Sea's Poison Sect," Pan Jinlian said in a low voice. "You used despicable means to place restrictions on Chief He and Madam Yin, allowing them to be used for your lewd pleasures. Did you think I wouldn't see through it?"

Cheng Zongyang just wanted to write the word "injustice" on his hands to show her. You brat, I've taken the blame for you! He secretly felt uneasy. His relationship with the Black Demon Sea's Poison Sect was impossible to clear up, it was blatantly obvious. Only Little Melon would believe him without a doubt. Sister Pan certainly wouldn't be so naive—although Little Melon's naivety was the truth.

Pan Jinlian's eyebrows slowly rose. Every twenty years, the Black Demon Sea held a grand ceremony to determine the victor between the Voodoo and Poison Sects, who would be called the Marquis of Destiny. If they could win the duel against the Bright Temple, they would be the undisputed leader of the two sects. In terms of cultivation, Pan Jinlian is the undisputed candidate for the next generation of the Bright Temple. The situation in the Black Demon Sea, however, is complex and unpredictable. The Witch Sect has suffered heavy losses under Yue Pengju's attacks, and now only Ximen Qing has emerged as a prominent figure. The successor of the Poison Sect remains unknown. Now, it seems this young man of unknown origin is more suspicious. Although it's not yet time for a life-or-death battle, Pan Jinlian doesn't mind eliminating this despicable opponent first. Pan Jinlian

grips her sword hilt, and the longsword leaps from its sheath. But Cheng Zongyang suddenly raises his hand, and a cloud of gray smoke flies from his hand, spreading like mist.

Pan Jinlian dodges back, her right hand holding the longsword under her elbow, while her left thumb, middle finger, and little finger flick up, forming a delicate hand seal. A soft light flashes between her jade-like fingers, meeting the gray mist.

Having fought the Black Demon Sea for years, the Bright Temple knew the potency of the Poison Sect's various poisons. Their purification technique was specifically designed to counter the Black Demon Sea's sorcery and witchcraft, restraining their poisons and sorcery. Pan Jinlian's purification technique was far superior to Li Shishi's; the light in her hand was almost tangible, yet the gray mist showed no sign of stopping, continuing to spread rapidly under the light of the purification technique, quickly filling the entire space before her and condensing into a strange solid.

Cheng Zongyang felt relieved. His injuries hadn't healed; fighting Pan Jinlian would be suicide. Fortunately, he wasn't without a means of countermeasure. For one thing, he had a bunch of strange things in his pouch, especially the egg house he had just acquired. This bathroom couldn't compare to the main hall below; even a large space has its limits. After the egg house expanded, the membrane adhered tightly to the walls, leaving no gaps. Even if Sister Pan turned into a bee, she couldn't fly through. In Cheng Zongyang's memory, the initial aerogel wasn't very strong, but this was the Taiquan Ancient Formation! Given the technical level of the Taiquan Ancient Formation, it wouldn't be surprising to have made the aerogel as strong as steel. With the egg house blocking the way, she'd have to demolish it to get through.

"Sister Pan," Cheng Zongyang shouted, "We have no past grudges, no recent grievances. A little misunderstanding, no need for knives and guns, right? My feelings for Miss Le are as clear as day! You've repeatedly caused me trouble, do you think I have a good temper? Be careful, or I'll… kill you!"

Just as Cheng Zongyang was brimming with confidence, his expression suddenly changed drastically. A soft "snap" was heard, and a blade of sword, gleaming coldly, pierced through the gray shell of the egg house. Then, the entire egg house shattered into pieces, becoming a pile of glass-like fragments that flew everywhere.

Pan Jinlian's slender figure flew out from among the fragments like a white crane, her long sword flashing coldly, aiming straight for Cheng Zongyang's throat.

Cheng Zongyang's newly formed confidence shattered along with the egg house. He hastily raised his dagger, blocking the sword's edge with a clang. The sharp internal energy made his arm feel as if it had been struck by an iron hammer, his meridians trembling, almost causing him to spit out blood.

Pan Jinlian showed no mercy, her longsword attacks relentless, forcing Cheng Zongyang into a sorry state. The two were already at different levels of cultivation, and Cheng Zongyang, already severely injured, could only parry for a short while before collapsing. Seeing that Pan Jinlian treated him as a remnant of the Black Demon Sea and showed no mercy, Cheng Zongyang abandoned all pretense of composure and quickly grabbed the amber left behind by the girl, attempting to summon her to his rescue.

Cheng Zongyang didn't know how to use the amber containing Su Daji's blood droplets, only channeling his remaining internal energy into it with all his might. As soon as he exhaled, he realized something was wrong; what he held in his hand wasn't the amber he had used as a warning, but a yin-yang symbol that felt similar!

Such a mistake at a critical moment is truly fatal. Cheng Zongyang hurriedly tried to change his hand, but found it stuck, as if sucked in by the yin-yang symbol.

The true energy flowing from the yin meridians seemed to be completely drained by the yin-yang symbol in his hand. Then, the hard, smooth amber, like a swimming fish, burrowed into his palm and swam into his dantian.

Cheng Zongyang felt his dantian about to burst open, countless chaotic images flashing through his mind, swirling and converging into a black and white tai chi symbol. One side was filled with billions of tiny points of light, like a dazzling, boundless starry sea; the other side was an intensely dark black.

When the yin-yang symbol was in his hand, no matter how he arranged it, there was only a silvery-white yang fish; the yin fish, which should theoretically be there, never appeared. At this moment, Cheng Zongyang suddenly sensed the presence of the yin fish. It was like a small black fish covered in poison, swimming in the tai chi symbol, emanating a dark aura.

A chilling sword aura swept in. Cheng Zongyang raised his hand to block, but before his dagger could parry the blade, the small black fish suddenly swam out, completely corrupting Pan Jinlian's purification spell in a flash, then vanished without a trace.

Cheng Zongyang saw stars, his body swayed precariously, his feet seemingly standing on an inverted yin-yang boundary, struggling to maintain his balance. It seemed like a long time had passed, yet also like only a moment, before his vision gradually returned. When Cheng Zongyang opened his eyes, the scene before him made his mouth involuntarily gape open.

The shattered aerogel still maintained its hard appearance, but was weightless; some even floated in the air, like gray ice shards floating on water. Pan Jinlian sat slumped on the ground, her eyes tightly closed, her long, curved eyelashes motionless, desperately trying to expel the strangeness invading her body.

Pan Jinlian's senses were far beyond those of ordinary people; the moment Cheng Zongyang's gaze fell upon her, she opened her eyes and gripped the sword hilt tightly. Cheng Zongyang focused his attention, only to find that his already limited internal energy was almost depleted. If she attacked again, he wouldn't even be able to dodge, let alone block.

Pan Jinlian didn't hesitate, immediately thrusting her sword forward. Midway through the attack, the sword slumped downwards, as if her wrist couldn't bear the weight of the blade. This nearly cost Cheng Zongyang his life. He had expected the sword to pierce his chest, but instead, it veered towards his groin. Fortunately, Pan Jinlian's hand was weak; the cold blade grazed his crotch, almost drawing blood.

"Take this!"

Cheng Zongyang roared, throwing something at her. Pan Jinlian raised her sword to block, but the object circled in the air like a bat, automatically wrapping around her wrist and locking in place with a "click." Cheng Zongyang grabbed the handcuffs, using his last bit of strength to seal Pan Jinlian's pressure points.

Pan Jinlian's sword fell to the ground, her arm hanging limply.

Cheng Zongyang touched his pierced trousers, breaking out in a cold sweat. If that sword had been just a fraction off, his happiness for the rest of his life would have been ruined.

Pan Jinlian's cultivation was suppressed by the Yin-Yang Fish technique, her acupoints sealed, rendering her powerless to resist. Cheng Zongyang breathed a sigh of relief, then casually tore off her veil.

Beneath the white veil lay a face as beautiful as a peach blossom. Though her expression was one of disbelief, the corners of her rosy lips were slightly upturned, and two small dimples beside her lips were as sweet as honey, adding a touch of alluring charm to her astonishment. Cheng Zongyang couldn't help but whistle. Although he had already seen Pan Jinlian's beauty before, now that the veil was removed, he still found it hard to believe that Pan Jinlian beneath the veil was such a delicate and charming woman.

"I really can't believe it! The Crane Feather Sword Maiden of the Bright Temple is such a beautiful and charming woman. This lively and charming style... tsk tsk tsk..."

Pan Jinlian's pretty face flushed red. She was originally a talkative and cheerful person, but it wasn't until her first time down the mountain that she realized how superficial people were, judging by appearances. Unfortunately, her looks were her biggest disadvantage. Almost everyone who saw her regarded her as the kind of alluring woman who was easily seduced. Countless people had tried to flirt with her and make their move. Even her stern rebukes were seen as pretentious. Pan Jinlian suffered endless misunderstandings, forced to wear a veil, and usually rarely smiled, showing no kindness to outsiders. Even so, she still couldn't escape the unpleasant gossip.

Now, being mocked by this wolfish and ambitious villain, Pan Jinlian was filled with shame and indignation, shouting, "Get out!"

However, her beautiful eyes were full of affection, and her cherry lips were smiling, making her shout sound like a coquettish scolding. Cheng Zongyang covered his chest with one hand, exaggeratingly opening his mouth wide, "My God, even your scolding is so delicate... Are you flirting?"

"Despicable!"

"This isn't despicable at all," Cheng Zongyang lifted her delicate chin with one hand, speaking earnestly into her delicate mouth, "If I were to be despicable, I could teach you a lesson..."

"Mmm..."

Pan Jinlian let out a soft cry as he kissed her lips. Pan Jinlian desperately turned her head, pushing him away while clenching her teeth. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her cheek, and her jaw involuntarily loosened as a tongue forcefully entered her mouth.

Pan Jinlian felt weak all over, lying limply in his arms, almost suffocating from his kisses. His hot breath on her face, the rough stubble rubbing against her skin, brought a suffocating, almost dizzying sensation… Suddenly, her tongue tightened, sucked in, and then became entangled with his.

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