Chapter 296: I’m Not the Kind of Bad Woman Who Forces Others
“You saw clearly, I am not your Mister.”
The short words echoed in Luo Cong’an’s mind.
Chen An did not lie.
Luo Cong’an could also see that he was indeed not lying.
He really didn’t remember, and probably felt there was no need to remember anything.
Luo Cong’an lowered her eyelids, her expression unclear for a moment.
Chen An took half a step back, wanting to get around her.
He still had to go back to the Orphanage and continue braiding Chen Xi’s hair. He didn’t have time to play role-playing games with this inexplicable woman.
Although the woman’s appearance and temperament were outstanding.
Unfortunately, Chen An was rather crass and unwilling to get entangled with her.
The step he had taken was halted again.
But this time it was not voluntary; someone had grabbed his clothes tightly.
This bizarre scene was seen by Wang Que, who felt his eyelids twitching. He quickly closed his eyes.
*I can’t see, I didn’t see anything.*
He chanted in his heart, his desire to survive was very strong.
“Don’t…”
The voice was faint, like a whisper carried by the wind.
Chen An had lost patience. He expressionlessly raised his wooden stick and swung it down towards the slender, jade hand.
The wooden stick swung, stopping just as it was about to hit.
“Let go.”
Chen An said coldly.
Luo Cong’an raised her eyes, her pupils somewhat vacant.
She shook her head.
So the wooden stick fell fiercely, striking the back of her hand with a dull thud.
The fair and delicate skin of her hand immediately began to swell and turn red.
But the woman still held on tightly, refusing to let go.
Chen An was speechless. Spiritual energy flowed from his fingertips, forming a sharp blade. He waved his hand, slicing through the corner of his clothes, finally breaking their tenuous connection.
Luo Cong’an finally reacted. She looked at the surging spiritual energy on Chen An’s body. As if she had suddenly thought of something, she forced a smile.
“Yes, yes, spiritual energy.”
She murmured, and spiritual energy, far surpassing Chen An’s by an unknown magnitude, surged from her.
“You can’t leave, Mister.”
Luo Cong’an said softly, not as a plea or a question, but as a statement of fact.
Spiritual energy swirled around her, pinning Chen An firmly in place.
The young man frowned.
*Can’t win.*
This was an easy judgment to make.
The other party’s strength far surpassed his current level, with at least one or two major realms between them. There was no room for resistance.
He remained expressionless, watching the woman approach.
That slightly swollen hand reached up to the young man’s face and gently caressed it.
Luo Cong’an’s hand trembled slightly, slow and firm.
Nearly a thousand years of searching and waiting had finally become reality, no longer just untouchable images and scenes.
But a tangible entity that could be touched by hand.
“You will remember.”
“Together.”
These were her final words.
The next moment, with a flash of spiritual light, the woman and Chen An vanished together, leaving only Wang Que and the others looking at each other.
After a long while, Wang Que was the first to recover. He looked grimly at his bewildered colleagues behind him and said sternly:
“I didn’t see anything.”
…
…
In a Cave Mansion.
Chen An was tied up.
Although there were no ropes and he had not suffered any physical harm, this was undoubtedly a genuine kidnapping.
It was a kidnapping in broad daylight.
The only difference was that ordinary hemp ropes had been replaced by strands of pure spiritual energy.
Standing opposite him, Luo Cong’an’s cheeks were burning, and a voice in her sea of consciousness was protesting wildly.
*”Do you know what you’re doing? If this gets out, will I have any face left in the future…”*
As a Peak Master, she had actually snatched a man back to her Cave Mansion, and this man was a classmate of her disciple.
She could already imagine how strange people’s gazes would be.
It was a complete social death.
She gritted her teeth, filled with regret for ever giving up control of her body.
She knew that crazy woman would never do anything good!
She had even promised with all sincerity that she would never do anything out of line.
Wasn’t this out of line? What could be considered out of line then?
Unfortunately, Luo Cong’an, who was Lin Jingq’s Master, had long lost control of her body and could only watch with wide eyes.
“You will regret this.”
Looking at the strange woman who was talking to herself, Chen An slowly uttered five words.
He was not making an empty threat. Perhaps his current strength was insufficient, but with a little more cultivation time.
Their roles would be reversed.
Chen An would show her what cruelty was.
“If you let me go now, I can still be…”
The young man’s words stopped abruptly.
Because a soft touch landed on his lips.
Immediately after, a pair of arms wrapped around his neck, and her entire boneless body hung on him.
The woman closed her eyes, her cheeks flushed.
The atmosphere fell into silence, then became exceptionally ambiguous.
Even the protesting voice in her sea of consciousness inexplicably tightened its legs.
The distance between them was almost negative.
Chen An met her gaze.
They were a pair of clear autumn eyes filled with many emotions.
There was confusion, nervousness, and a hint of shyness.
But more than anything, there was a charm that seemed capable of melting all things in the world.
It was like a madness that had been suppressed for who knows how many days and nights, finally seeing the light of day.
Chen An had to admit that even someone with his firm resolve couldn’t help but sway at this moment.
The woman licked her lips, her breath like orchids, full of allure.
She desperately wanted to ignore everything and finish the whole process.
But she knew very well that the annoying clone in her sea of consciousness, the clone that had gained self-awareness, had reached its limit.
If she took it any further, that person would definitely risk everything to fight her to the death.
That would be a loss that outweighed the gains.
There was still plenty of time; she could wait and grind them down slowly.
As she thought about it, Luo Cong’an couldn’t help herself anymore.
She felt it wasn’t her fault.
It was only because her previous wait had been too long that her filial piety had slightly warped.
It had become what some people called a “disciple who surpasses the master.”
This was normal.
Luo Cong’an comforted herself, then, under the young man’s icy gaze, leaned in and kissed him.
“Is that enough?”
Chen An clenched his fists tightly, but could only endure it obediently, unable to move at all.
The woman smacked her lips, her fingers wiping around Chen An’s mouth.
Her eyebrows were like ink, and she smiled happily.
“Alright, let’s get down to business.”
Chen An’s heart tightened at her words.
Luo Cong’an seemed to sense his nervousness and chuckled, “Don’t worry, Mister, I’m not the kind of bad woman who forces others.”
Chen An looked at her quietly, “You better not be.”
The next moment, their consciousness seemed to transcend time.
Led by Luo Cong’an, Chen An stepped into a mysterious river of time.
(End of this chapter)
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