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Chapter 425 - 227 Luo Wanqing’s Madness_2

Chapter 425: Chapter 227 Luo Wanqing’s Madness_2

During dinner, Ran Qingchen subtly hinted through Jinxiu that she wished Jiang Shouzhong would accompany her to the lantern festival, but he declined.

Ran Qingchen didn’t say much, but a hint of sadness appeared in the depths of her eyes.

She thought that he was going to attend the lantern festival with Xia He.

After dinner, Ran Qingchen and Jinxiu went to enjoy the lantern festival, while Jiang Shouzhong returned to his room.

Upon entering, he saw a familiar splash of bright red on the floor.

It was a vibrant bridal gown made of red silk.

Inside the room, a woman lay lazily in a steaming bath, her smile brimming as she gazed at the man, "Did you miss me?"

"Mengniang!"

Jiang Shouzhong’s eyes lit up.

He quickly approached, examining the woman with surprise, "Have you successfully concluded your seclusion?"

"Yes, it was a success."

The woman seemed to be surrounded by a faint mist, her charm naturally radiating, her every glance and gesture irresistibly seductive.

Amidst the sound of splashing water, she stood up from the bath, revealing her enchanting figure to the air. With a gentle touch on the man’s cheek, she spoke softly, "Mr. Mo, I won’t leave you again."

"There won’t be any dangers in the future, right?"

Jiang Shouzhong’s heart pounded like a drum.

Mengniang’s eyes held affection, her lips slightly uplifted as she tenderly gazed at the man, "No, from now on, let Mengniang protect you always, my dear man."

The flickering candlelight cast a mottled glow, making the woman’s skin appear creamy and smooth.

After this period of seclusion, Mengniang seemed even more beautiful.

Jiang Shouzhong relaxed, a smile spreading across his face, "That’s good, I’ve been worried about you."

Recalling the days since Mengniang had left, although Xia He was present, her frail body could not withstand the fierceness of passionate love. In matters of the bedchamber, she was utterly inexperienced, unable to give Jiang Shouzhong the intense, overwhelming pleasure he had once experienced with Mengniang.

Now that she had returned, it was natural for him to seek the gratifying experiences of the past.

He reached for the woman’s waist...

But the woman placed her damp fingers on his lips and gently pushed him away.

"Don’t rush, my dear man. Mengniang has prepared a surprise for you."

"What surprise?"

Jiang Shouzhong asked curiously.

"Just wait on the bed, you’ll find out soon," Mengniang said with a charming smile, her eyes rippling like autumn waters.

"Could it be that Mengniang’s skills have greatly improved after the seclusion?"

Jiang Shouzhong teased, "I hope tonight I’ll have the strength to walk out, and won’t just lay down and be unable to get up."

"Isn’t it nice to lay down?"

Mengniang tapped the man’s forehead with her delicate fingers, her voice playfully complaining, "Hurry and go lie down. I promise to make you feel very comfortable."

"With those words from you, I’m reassured."

Jiang Shouzhong felt a stir in his heart and lay quietly on the bed, waiting.

Water, fragrance, the night moon, candlelight, man, and woman... this night was destined to be romantically sleepless.

After a while, the woman finished bathing and stepped out of the tub.

Her exquisite, ivory feet touched the floor.

The woman seemed enveloped in an invisible fragrance, gently swirling around her, like a peony blooming in the spring, naturally breathtaking.

She put on her bridal gown and approached the bed.

The room, bewildering and profound, was dimly lit like a stroke of ink.

The only light was a faint moonbeam, timidly penetrating through the window lattice, scattering a cold silver radiance on the floor.

"Mr. Mo..."

The woman exhaled a fragrant breath, eyes brimming with affection.

The air around them seemed languid with a tender sorrow, a subtle scent wafting, lending a soft and enchanting warmth because of this scene.

She sat atop the man.

Drops of water trickled down her smooth hair, falling upon the man’s bare chest, turning into threads of coldness that penetrated his skin.

The man shuddered, his gaze burning.

"Mr. Mo, I’ve finally waited for you..."

The woman leaned down.

A tongue as red as coral flicked out from her lips, lightly grazing the man’s neck, leaving a trail of chilly sensation.

"Let us... begin."

The woman bared two exceedingly sharp fangs, and bit viciously into the man’s tender neck!

In that instant, blood splattered like a bloom of lascivious flowers suddenly bursting open!

With one hand tightly clutching the man’s neck, the tenderness in her eyes had long since turned into a bloodthirsty chill.

She kept her teeth clamped on the man’s neck, biting down harder.

Allowing the blood to spurt freely.

But in the next moment, the man’s body stopped moving, and like a deflated balloon, it instantly became limp.

The woman was taken aback and looked down.

To her surprise, the man on the bed had vanished, replaced by a maimed paper effigy.

She had been deceived!!

Her face changed dramatically, her eyes darting with fear.

As she thought to flee, spirit talismans fluttered from all directions, arriving in an instant.

These talismans lightly touched the surface of the bed, instantly transforming into shimmering golden chains, which coiled lithely around her, binding her tightly and preventing any movement.

"My beauty, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

From the dark shadows, a man slowly emerged.

It was Jiang Shouzhong.

The woman was startled, and then coyly complained, "Mr. Mo, why have you bound me?

"Stop pretending, you really think I’m a fool."

Jiang Shouzhong pulled up a chair, sat in front of the bed, crossed his legs, and smiled, "You may act quite the seductress, but you’re not as provocative as my Mengniang, too green."

The woman narrowed her slender eyes, "How did you know I was coming?"

"Guessed it."

Jiang Shouzhong’s smile was playfully intriguing, "Back at the Songjiang Underground Palace altar, Mengniang and I didn’t notice you, but you watched everything. Including when I used the Dharma Seal to subjugate that Cow Demon, and the intimate dual cultivation that followed with Mengniang.

Your cultivation was entirely with the Cow Demon, and unfortunately, since I took it, you had to come to me if you wanted it back.

You slipped into Murong Nan’s body, relying on his vitality to nourish yourself.