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The process of soul molding was incredibly painful. Given that Chen Siyuan's expression was more ferocious than that of someone giving birth, it was better to leave that part unsaid for the sake of her image.
After the soul molding was complete, Chen Siyuan's body was indistinguishable from that of an ordinary human. However, if she truly wanted to pursue Qiao Lianjiu, her current appearance would not suffice. A complete makeover was necessary.
That night, I lay on my bed, biting my fingers and thinking. I realized that the most important thing was money.
"Suanyuan, help me out, spare some cash."
"You need money?" Su Anrong's voice came from beneath the bed, muffled.
"I'm a bit tight on funds. Tomorrow I need to take Siyuan shopping; it's a wonder those two haven't teamed up to con me."
Who would have thought my mom would say, "Youyu is already asleep. Children naturally have light sleep; you, as a mother, are even more restless than the child. I'll slip a plastic bag in for you; make do with that."
"What did you just say? Can you repeat that?" Did I hear her correctly about the plastic bag?
Before my mom could repeat herself, Su Anrong chuckled and said, "Mom, no need to trouble yourself. I've already prepared a toilet for Wheat."
A toilet?
"Su Anrong, you did that on purpose! You even prepared a toilet!"
"Wife, you finally figured it out. If I hadn't done this, you'd have kicked me out tonight. This really is a last resort."
Taking a deep breath, I reminded myself that I was a lively and healthy Youmai Vegetable, and I wouldn't stoop to his level.
"There’s a saying that goes, couples argue at the head of the bed but make up at the foot. The key is that it all revolves around the bed. If I really left, our relationship would be in danger."
"Shut up, I don't want to hear your nonsense."
"This is what you humans told me. A Genius wouldn’t say such things. If I were to use ghostly methods, I could just take you right here without all this effort of teaching you," Su Anrong sighed heavily, looking woeful. "As if teaching wasn’t enough, I had to deal with a stubborn student like you. It’s my fault for being too gentle."
I didn’t want to discuss this any further, so I simply lay down fully clothed. Su Anrong reluctantly settled down on the floor beside me.
"Wife, you say other male leads are suave enough to buy a night with the female lead, and then she falls head over heels for him. But I've given you money; why aren’t you obediently offering yourself? This isn’t following the script at all."
"The male lead in those stories throws around millions or even billions. Do you have that?" I shot him a glare.
"So what you're saying is that if I had that kind of money, you'd let me?" His eyes lit up as he propped himself up on the floor, raising his hips and resting his chin on his hands while looking at me.
Even through my underwear, I could feel the fullness of his curves; his gluteus maximus and gluteus medius seemed ready to burst out of his pants.
Great, now my nose was starting to heat up.
I quickly turned away from him. "Dream on! Even if you had a hundred million, that would just be money for someone to leave."
"Then I'll try to win you over with true feelings," he said with an exaggerated look of difficulty, though a wicked smile crept onto his lips. "Wife, before sleeping, I like to get some exercise in—do some push-ups or go for a run. You don’t mind, do you?"
"Do you mind?"
"Why should I? I'm not touching you. You sleep your way, and I'll exercise mine. We can still coexist peacefully."
I was left speechless by his words.
Seizing the opportunity, he continued, "Are you afraid that once you see my strong body, you won't be able to control yourself and commit a crime?"
"What’s there to be afraid of? Even if I killed you, the police wouldn't care about it," I gritted my teeth and replied. "Just keep it down when you run; don't disturb my sleep." I put on an eye mask, thinking that out of sight would mean out of mind. I refused to believe he could do anything more.
However, I soon realized my plan had backfired. That damn Male Spirit moved lightly, but after a while, his breathing grew heavier, becoming oppressive and muffled, creating an oddly enticing atmosphere in the silence of the room.
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