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But strangely, as the rain fell on Su Anrong and Chen Siyuan, they showed no reaction at all; to them, it seemed just like any ordinary rain.
Of course, this was clearly not ordinary rain. What kind of rain falls indoors?
I felt the blood in my veins racing faster, my whole body trembling. My mouth opened uncontrollably, and as the raindrops fell into it, I greedily drank.
"Wheat," Su Anrong immediately pulled me into his embrace, burying my head against his chest to prevent my mouth from receiving any more of the rain. I knew full well that this rain was not meant to be consumed, but like a girl addicted to poison, I simply couldn't stop.
There was an inexplicable and unbearable urge within me, as if countless voices were shouting, "Drink it, drink it!"
At that moment, some music would have been nice to ease the atmosphere.
Just as I thought this, the group of ghosts suddenly began reciting in unison: "Tick-tock, tick-tock, it's raining, it's raining. The wheat seed says: Let it fall, let it fall; I want to grow up. The peach tree says: Let it fall, let it fall; I want to bloom. The sunflower seed says: Let it fall, let it fall; I want to sprout. The little brother says: Let it fall, let it fall; I want to plant melons. What do you say?"
They all suddenly turned to look at us.
I was afraid I would lose control and drink that water, so I pretended not to hear them. It felt torturous, like my heart was being scratched. Unable to help myself, I opened my mouth and bit down on Su Anrong's chest.
It was quite solid and had a nice texture.
Su Anrong let out a muffled grunt; his grip on my head tightened as he calmly responded to the ghosts, "You've always been the ones talking. Why are you asking us now?"
A voice from a Middle-Aged Male Ghost replied, "Each of you three say one thing: Let it fall, let it fall; what do you want to do?"
Our bodies were already soaked through; the rain slowly drenched Su Anrong's shirt. I took a deep breath, causing Su Anrong to gasp for air as I inhaled the rainwater from his clothes.
Once I started, I couldn't stop.
What was happening to me? I clearly didn't want to inhale this scent. Although Su Anrong smelled delightful, the odor of the laundry detergent was truly unpleasant.
"I want you to tell me who ordered you to do this." Su Anrong's chest trembled slightly, and I could even feel goosebumps rising on his skin.
"No rhyme, no reason." The Middle-Aged Male Ghost's words hung in the air, and even though I wasn't a ghost, I felt as if my entire being had frozen, my limbs stiffening.
Su Anrong, what kind of divine skill is this? Have you been possessed by the Ice Queen?
"Refusing a toast only to drink a penalty." Su Anrong's voice carried immense authority, piercing through layers of ice. The ice shattered in the air, and countless black shards danced lightly before mysteriously vanishing.
I soon realized I could move again, but when I turned back to look at the ghosts, I found they had all turned into ice ghosts, sitting there motionless.
"What happened to them?"
"I froze their souls. A bunch of wild ghosts acting so arrogantly, daring to summon Soul Rain."
"Soul Rain?"
"It's a type of rain formed when a group of ghosts gathers their spiritual power and resentment. It's not real rain and doesn't affect ghosts, but humans perceive it as rain that can steal one's soul."
"Steal one's soul?"
"Yes, but the harm from this rain isn't too severe; as long as your willpower is strong enough, you'll be fine."
"My resolve is unshakeable," I said narcissistically, only to notice that Siyuan had also turned into an ice sculpture like the others. "How did you freeze Siyuan too?"
Su Anrong lightly tapped her forehead. "Sorry, I froze the wrong person."
Chen Siyuan was immediately thawed and moved freely.
"Wife, you're not a glutton. Why do you like drinking Soul Rain so much?"
"I don't know! I can't control it. Do you think I want to drink your laundry water? I know it's going to taste terrible, but I just can't help myself!"
"Oh no," Su Anrong's expression changed. "Lie down."
I glanced at the ghosts surrounding the conference table. Even though they were frozen, lying down on the table still felt strange, as if I were a part of a human banquet being observed by others.
Before I could protest, Su Anrong pushed me down onto the table without hesitation. Seeing me squirming, he turned to Chen Siyuan with a serious expression. "Hold her down."
So, I was firmly pinned by the strong Miss Chen Siyuan.
Without saying a word, Su Anrong straddled me. At this point, his right hand had fully formed, and he pressed both hands against my forehead, sliding them down slowly.
"Hey, hey, hey! You pervert! What are you doing?" I exclaimed, my eyes wide in shock.
"Don't move," he said as his hands glided over my forehead, my eyes, my face, then continued down my chin and neck before resting on my chest.
Sitting on top of me, his cold and serious aura enveloped me, causing my face to flush repeatedly.
I gritted my teeth and cursed, "Su Anrong, get your dirty hands off me!" What on earth was this guy trying to do? No matter how much I struggled, Chen Siyuan held me tightly. Siyuan, whose side are you on?
Under the watchful eyes of the spirits, Su Anrong pressed down harder, and I felt like my chest was about to burst. Damn it! Could he be a little gentler?
Just as I was about to curse again, his hand began to slide down.
"Garlic Paste, that's enough!" I quickly stopped him. If he wanted to continue, couldn't he at least find a more discreet place? What time is it? Did he really think he could just do this here?
When his large hand reached my hip bone, I started to panic. "Su Anrong, stop right now! If you don't, I'm really going to lose it! Siyuan, let me go!"
"Wife, there's something inside you," Su Anrong said as he pinched the skin around my hip bone. He squeezed it lightly, and I felt something rolling inside.
Seeing his serious expression, I instinctively knew it wasn't anything good.
I immediately froze. Let him touch however he wanted; I absolutely wouldn't resist. Just please help me get that thing out!
Su Anrong stopped moving and looked at me with a gentle expression, asking very considerately for my opinion: "Wife, should we continue?"
I nodded vigorously. What was there to ask? It was already this time; why bother asking now when he hadn't before?
But then he released his grip and looked at me regretfully. "But I can't continue anymore."
I felt like I had just heard a doctor say to me, "I'm sorry, we've done all we can." The feeling was exactly the same—deeply struck down and utterly hopeless.
Was my beautiful life really going to end like this?
"Why can't you continue?" I asked nervously.
"Because it's already dissolved. It's merged into your bloodstream and can't be taken out." Su Anrong almost squeezed those words out through clenched teeth; I could see the veins on his hands bulging.
"What exactly is it?" Su Anrong asked, exasperated. "Can't you just say everything at once? You always leave me hanging, and it's driving me crazy."
"It's the core of Soul Rain," he replied. "You could say it's a call to arms."
"You mean I can control Soul Rain?" I felt a rush of excitement. Did that mean I had special powers too? But looking at his expression, it didn't seem like it.
"It means that as long as there is Soul Rain around, the blood in your body will boil and roar, yearning for the outside Soul Rain. It will try to break free from your body to merge with other raindrops. However, because of your unique constitution, it can't escape, which means you'll suffer greatly. You might even bleed from all seven orifices and die." Su Anrong punched the nearest ghostly head with force, causing it to explode and fall.
"Bleeding from all seven orifices?" I couldn't accept the idea of dying in such a gruesome way. Reluctantly, I asked, "But not every place has Soul Rain, right? As long as I avoid it, I should be fine. And besides, can't you freeze it?"
Please tell me this is all minor stuff that you can handle easily.
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