Despite Fang Geyu feeling that her current stance combined with her looking down from above was incredibly wild and dashingly handsome.

But unfortunately, her height of just over one meter five really struggled to release a two-meter aura of imperial dominance.

The small foot, tender as a cat’s paw, when falling, seemed more like some kind of whimsical intimacy between men and women.

Baili An’s composed confidence upon arrival was shattered, no longer able to smile, his ears turned red.

As if feeling troubled by Fang Geyu’s shy yet unaware behavior.

The small foot came down rudely, the angle particularly tricky and subtle.

Fang Geyu raised her smooth and jade-like chin high, one foot stepping on someone else, yet with an understated ease.

She slowly bent down, gradually pressing her body weight onto Baili An.

The discomfort came along with it, Baili An frowned, reaching out to grip her slender ankle.

Fang Geyu glanced at him coolly, her gaze seemingly hiding the Abyss.

The girl showed none of the shyness expected at her age, casually tapping his belly with her delicate toe.

The pressure from her foot was light, moderate, and then eased, like the claws of a snowy kitten when scratching.

Seeing Baili An’s expression gradually crack, she said with a half-smile:

"Perhaps the old me indeed developed some feelings of fondness for you, which led to you being spoiled into such a mannerless state.

Though back then I said I would keep you as a paramour, my heart still treasured you immensely.

It’s just a pity, I am no longer the same, the fervent emotions of a young girl have nothing to do with me anymore. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

No matter how many times I say it, you seem to never understand, always holding a sliver of fantasy in your heart, ’You are special and unique to me, Fang Geyu.’

But regrettably, I can accept your opinions, everything about you will be governed and utilized by me. Yet your identity is merely limited to that of a paramour."

Is this how Fang Geyu behaves after sealing her emotional memory?

For some reason, seeing her like this stirred many unfamiliar emotions within Baili An.

Not because Fang Geyu’s words were too close to reality, causing despair and helplessness, but facing her would lead Baili An to indulge in wild thoughts...

Because to her, he was currently just a stranger existing between pen and paper.

As she said, there was no familiar memory, no special feelings.

She needed him to fend off the innumerable suitors, hence needed him to stay here as a paramour.

Merely because there was a need, and he was suitable.

Beyond that, nothing else.

Does that mean, if it were replaced by another stranger proposing such conditions to stay by her side as a paramour...

Would she treat them just as recklessly, engaging in these uninhibited intimate behaviors?

Thinking of this, Baili An’s heart became tortuously uncomfortable, thoughts entangled, as his hand clutching her ankle unconsciously slackened a bit.

Fang Geyu’s eyes narrowed slightly, observing his expression gradually darken, the foot exerting pressure softly yet heavily.

Like a lazy, snowy-white little lion, playful with its prey beneath its paw, possessing an innate ferocity.

Baili An stubbornly pressed his lips tightly, moist eyes misty, said nothing, nor resisted.

This submissive attitude was indeed as he promised earlier.

Though unwilling in his heart, he still followed her intention, becoming a qualified paramour.

The script ultimately came shallow.

Fang Geyu was unaware of the specific feelings Baili An held for her, only knowing his origin was no less than her own.

Central Netherworld Crown Prince.

Tianxi Sword Sect Young Master.

Corpse Demon Royal Family.

Demon Alliance Leader.

Which of these was not an eminent status, how could he so willingly become her paramour, even allowing himself to be playfully stepped on like this with great tolerance.

"What kind of expression is that? Or do you mean that by stepping on you like this, I should have girlishly shy emotions?"

She chuckled coldly, saying: "Perhaps you might naively think that taking advantage of this intimacy, sharing everyday life, caring tenderly, could start anew.

But you must understand, I have already erased emotions and the past; do you think someone who has lost memory and seven emotions and six desires could still be called human?"

Baili An responded in silence.

Fang Geyu said indifferently: "I am no longer the Fang Geyu you once knew, merely a hollow shell, with bones and flesh carrying matters unrelated to the six desires of emotions, only cold missions and responsibilities.

Though I am still alive, I have already died. If you fail to perceive this, you will only bring trouble upon yourself in the future, unnecessarily causing me more inconvenience."

How could Baili An not see that the current Fang Geyu was worlds apart from the past her.

Can a soul devoid of feelings still be the original person?

Grasping onto a void-like ghost marriage thread, uncertain of when it might fade and break...

Baili An couldn’t answer her question, he whispered: "Bringing trouble upon myself is my issue, if I would cause you trouble, I wouldn’t appear here."

Fang Geyu’s gaze was icy, suddenly exerting strength.

Baili An gasped.

"Does it hurt?"

Baili An tilted his head, giving her an exasperated look: "Do you think?"

Fang Geyu smiled slightly, gently rubbing the sore spot of his injury with her snow-white foot, a typical hit followed by offering something sweet.

"Then remember this pain well, I’m not fond of beautiful men, so being my paramour isn’t easy. If you regret now, there’s still time."

Baili An’s gaze shifted slightly, as if suddenly grasping something; he chuckled lowly: "I understand."

Fang Geyu saw the obstinate way he spoke, and was quite suspicious: "Really understand."

Baili An nodded: "What you said makes sense, I shouldn’t force it. But considering the past feelings, I genuinely want to help you fend off those suitors."

Seeing that he wasn’t joking or perfunctory, Fang Geyu’s expression softened slightly: "Hmm, not bad."

Baili An slightly supported his body up, "So in exchange, you are famous for being ’generous.’

Since I’m helping you like this, even willing to become your nominal paramour to assist, shouldn’t you also reward me somehow?"

Fang Geyu raised her little eyebrows.

This was indirectly asking for benefits.

Not afraid of him asking for benefits, just afraid if he wants nothing else, scheming only to capture her.

Since he made the request, it showed he truly had thought it through.

Fang Geyu’s arrogant expression relaxed somewhat, her words were rather straightforward.

"Very well, although I can’t rely on you like the old ’Fang Geyu,’ if you have any requests as a paramour, feel free to speak."

Baili An rubbed his numb and aching knee, raising his face, with long, dark lashes and an innocent face, softly asked: "It really hurts Fang Geyu, can you be gentler?"

Fang Geyu froze slightly.

Was his request this simple?

In the vast Shifang City, was there nothing worth scheming for?

But considering his status as the Demon Alliance Leader, it seemed he wasn’t lacking for those empty things, it seemed he was offering a way for herself to back down.

Not an unreasonable request.

Fang Geyu generously agreed, dazedly easing the pressure of the foot she had on him.

The softer, jade-white foot gently rubbed against his belly, mimicking a small lioness playing coy with a sunbathing lion.

She hadn’t noticed herself, and even asked:

"Is this pressure okay?"

Baili An rested one elbow on his knee, his hand propping up his chin, his posture rather lazily casual, gazing at her warmly.

"Hmm... it’s too light, perhaps a bit heavier could do."

"You really are demanding."

Fang Geyu grumbled discontentedly, yet still complied, slightly increasing the pressure, rubbing.

Hmm?

Why does this posture feel awkward...?

Yet couldn’t pinpoint what felt off, just furrowed her brows and continued.

Baili An’s face faintly showed a reddish glow, the tips of his nose and eyes were also red.

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