When Bai Qingran woke up, he found himself in a courtyard inside a mountain cave.
The handcuffs and chains on his body had disappeared.
Bai Qingran thought self-mockingly: This is better than being imprisoned in that room before. At least I have some space to move around now.
He wandered around the courtyard and discovered there were many rooms with relatively complete functions.
It looked like someone had cleaned the place, but there wasn’t a trace of life.
Some rooms were missing items, and the kitchen only had firewood with no ingredients.
After roughly inspecting the cave, there seemed to be only one exit, sealed by an invisible barrier. He couldn’t get out.
Bai Qingran sat in the courtyard, looked up at the sunlight simulated by the array above, then lowered his head with a heavy sigh.
How pathetic.
Other people who transmigrate get systems, golden fingers, or old masters to dominate the world, yet I have to live under an “artificial sun.”
He couldn’t give up.
Although he had transmigrated into a female-dominant world, Bai Qingran had no intention of becoming a canary in a cage.
In his previous life, he had been a man like a soaring eagle!
After psyching himself up, Bai Qingran began analyzing his current situation.
To Chu Mo, he should have died yesterday. Yet she hadn’t killed him and had even upgraded his “treatment.”
He didn’t know her motive for doing so yet, but as long as he was alive, he still had a chance to use the “trump card” from Returning Cloud Mountain. At that thought, Bai Qingran’s eyes brightened.
A year ago at Returning Cloud Mountain, Chu Mo had gone mad and abducted him, but she had forgotten to search his house.
In that house was a letter left by his late father, Bai Jinyu, along with a jade pendant and several books on medicine, cultivation, and other topics.
Before his death, his father had instructed him to take the letter and jade pendant back to the fox clan.
Bai Qingran hadn’t wanted to return before.
As a half-human, half-fox hybrid raised in Returning Cloud Mountain, he felt little attachment to the fox clan he had never visited.
But now it was different. In this world, human cultivators’ realms were divided into Spirit Movement Stage, Soul Condensation Stage, Spirit Core Stage, Spirit Transformation Stage, Spirit Venerable Stage, Spirit Emperor Stage, and Spirit Sovereign Stage, each further divided into nine layers.
Chu Mo, a true disciple of Xuan Phoenix Sacred Sect at the sixth layer of the Spirit Venerable Stage—if he didn’t escape back to the fox clan, he probably wouldn’t be able to truly break free from this madwoman.
He still had a chance.
While he was deep in thought, noise came from the cave entrance.
Then the courtyard gate was pushed open roughly, and a drunk Chu Mo walked in.
Bai Qingran felt a wave of physiological nausea. He never expected Chu Mo to come tonight.
Wasn’t her beloved Pei Yunqing supposed to have returned today?
Why did she have time to come here instead of accompanying him?
And she was drunk.
When she had first captured him, Chu Mo had actually been relatively restrained—like someone who had acted impulsively in the heat of the moment and didn’t know how to clean up the mess once she calmed down.
Back then, she had chained him in the room, but the chains were long enough for him to move around inside.
She had fulfilled most reasonable requests and even provided hot meals every day.
The two of them had spent a period of “polite coexistence,” and Bai Qingran had even thought that once Chu Mo came to her senses, she would let him go.
But after one night of drinking, Chu Mo entered the room, and things spiraled out of control between them.
After that, Chu Mo went “mad.”
Her mood became unpredictable, the chains grew shorter and shorter, more scars appeared on Bai Qingran’s body, and hot meals were replaced with pills that only filled his stomach.
Bai Qingran was somewhat afraid of drunk Chu Mo.
As soon as she entered, the natural floral scent emanating from Bai Qingran eased Chu Mo’s mind considerably.
She looked at him with some delight, but seeing his wronged, fearful expression—as if she were some evil demon—a bucket of cold water was poured over her head. She felt displeased. “Not welcome?”
Bai Qingran quickly shook his head. He didn’t want to provoke this plague god.
Chu Mo sat down on the stone chair by herself, took out a vermilion lacquered food box, and placed it on the table.
She beckoned to him. “Come here. I brought you something delicious.”
Bai Qingran practically shuffled over, deliberately sitting at the farthest spot from Chu Mo.
He carefully took the food box, opened it, and the clean, sweet aroma of mung beans hit his nose.
Glossy, oil-shining mung bean cakes appeared before him.
Surprise flashed in Bai Qingran’s eyes. His fox ears twitched, and his fox tail wagged nonstop behind him.
“For me?”
Hmph, this little fox. Chu Mo lifted her head proudly and let out a long, emphasized “Mmm.”
Bai Qingran picked up a piece of mung bean cake and put it in his mouth.
The moment his tongue touched it, the cake melted like fine sand.
The refreshing taste of mung beans and the rich sweetness of sugar filled his mouth. Bai Qingran’s fox eyes curved into happy slits.
Although the flavor was different from the ones his father used to make, he hadn’t eaten this in a long time. He was genuinely happy.
He ate several more pieces. His cheeks puffed out like a little hamster—silly and adorable.
This sight made Chu Mo smile unconsciously.
Something soft in her heart was suddenly tugged, feeling ticklish.
Sensing Chu Mo’s gaze, Bai Qingran thought for a moment, picked up a piece of mung bean cake, and brought it to her mouth.
Eat my cake and then get lost already.
Chu Mo raised an eyebrow.
It was rare for the little fox to be this considerate.
She grabbed his wrist, took his fingers into her mouth along with the cake, sucking and licking until Bai Qingran’s hand was wet.
His red pupils shook violently.
Disgusting! He never should have fed her! Bai Qingran yanked his hand back and gave the saliva on it a disgusted look before rubbing it hard on his white robe.
After finishing the mung bean cakes, Bai Qingran rubbed his satisfied belly and glanced at Chu Mo a few times.
This woman probably just had a sudden kind impulse to bring me mung bean cakes. She should be going back to accompany Pei Yunqing soon, right?
Reality quickly slapped him across the face. “Done eating? Come over and massage my head.”
Sigh… Bai Qingran stood up extremely unwillingly and shuffled behind Chu Mo.
He really wanted to punch her dog head in, but he could only think about it.
With a tragic sigh in his heart, he obediently massaged her head using the techniques his father had taught him.
His fingers moved with muscle memory toward several acupoints on her head.
He had only massaged for a few seconds when Chu Mo suddenly jumped up as if electrocuted.
She spun around and violently shoved Bai Qingran away with such force that he fell to the ground.
Chu Mo’s face was filled with shock and fear, as if she had seen a ghost.
Her eyes flickered with uncertainty.
Beast! Bai Qingran rubbed his sore butt and cursed inwardly.
“Enough! That’s enough! It doesn’t feel comfortable at all! Go make me a bowl of hangover soup. Hurry!”
Hearing this, Bai Qingran was speechless. He gritted his teeth and spread his hands.
“Where are the ingredients?”
Only then did Chu Mo remember that yesterday, in her agitated state, she had only focused on sending him to this cave and had forgotten to leave many things behind.
She dumped all the ingredients from her storage ring onto the ground.
“Hurry! Go now!”
Gathering the ingredients in his arms, Bai Qingran rolled his eyes dramatically and muttered under his breath, “Crazy woman,” before walking into the kitchen.
Only then did Chu Mo realize she was covered in a cold sweat.
She knew why. Bai Qingran’s massage technique was too similar to the one in her childhood memories.
She swallowed hard, her hands trembling slightly. She knew better than anyone what she had done to Bai Qingran this past year.
What if… what if Bai Qingran was… No, impossible.
The person from her childhood had black hair and black eyes—he was human.
How could he be this white-haired, red-eyed lowly hybrid?
That person was Pei Yunqing! Not Bai Qingran!
Chu Mo’s eyes shifted through several expressions.
Deep within them, a sticky, dark mass seemed ready to spill out.
Why?
Little fox, why did you have to look a little like Yunqing?
Why did you have to appear in front of me that day?
Why did you have to slowly disturb my heart?
Bai Qingran, I hate you.
Her eyes turned completely dark. The corners of Chu Mo’s mouth curled up in a dazed smile.
When Bai Qingran came out carrying the hangover soup, he truly couldn’t understand this woman with her ever-changing moods.
He secretly prayed she would drink it and leave quickly.
He placed the soup in front of Chu Mo and was about to leave when she called out coldly, “Did I say you could go?”
Bai Qingran pressed his lips together and stood obediently to the side.
Chu Mo glanced at the soup. “Feed me.”
Bai Qingran’s fists clenched and unclenched repeatedly.
After taking several deep breaths, he endured it.
He picked up the bowl, scooped a spoonful, and brought it to Chu Mo’s mouth.
But Chu Mo simply stared at him coldly without opening her mouth.
Bai Qingran poked her lips with the spoon and said through gritted teeth, “Open your mouth.”
“Has no one taught you how to serve your master?”
Hearing this, Bai Qingran was about to curse when spiritual power restrained him.
His hand holding the spoon turned and fed the soup into his own mouth instead.
He held the hangover soup in his mouth and was forced to feed it to Chu Mo with his lips. This kiss was indescribably complex.
Bai Qingran’s tongue stung with pain as blood mixed with saliva—both love and hate.
The taste of blood entered her throat.
Chu Mo’s mind wavered, and her restraint weakened slightly.
Bai Qingran fell backward, his face flushed with shame and anger.
The hangover soup spilled all over him from the force.
The already thin clothing was now almost transparent and clinging to his body.
Chu Mo became somewhat entranced.
These clothes were both humiliation and lust.
Any ordinary man who saw them would probably blush in shame, yet Bai Qingran wore them openly. It was a blend of holiness and debauchery, the kind of trampling that ignited the hardest fire to extinguish.
The floral scent entered her nose again.
Chu Mo’s throat went dry and her lower abdomen burned fiercely.
How could this fox demon who seduces women be her white moonlight from childhood? It definitely couldn’t be.
That person could only be Pei Yunqing.
Chu Mo slowly stood up.
Bai Qingran sensed danger and tried to run, but he was immobilized.
Chu Mo coiled around him like a cold, venomous snake.
Her red tongue flicked, licking his earlobe.
Feeling it wasn’t enough, she took it into her mouth and gently chewed it with her teeth. Her voice was low and hoarse.
“Bai Qingran, I’ve played with you until you’re ruined. No woman will want you anymore. I hate you, but I will want you.”
“Chu Mo, I would rather give myself to a beggar in the countryside than let you touch me.”
Chu Mo chuckled softly. “Bai Qingran, you don’t have a choice…”
As soon as her words fell, Chu Mo gripped his neck with one hand.
Powerful spiritual energy surged into Bai Qingran’s body, tearing him apart with both pain and pleasure simultaneously.
Bai Qingran wanted to retort, but all sound was extinguished.
Heaven or hell depended entirely on Chu Mo’s whim.
Heartbeats like drums.
Blush like flowing water.
The fox demon whimpered.
“Beast… Go find Pei Yunqing…”
The three words “Pei Yunqing” were like oil, making the pink flames burn even hotter—and burning Bai Qingran with raw pain.
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