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He glanced at me with a smile, reaching out to untie the sash of his robe, the soft silk sliding down his body, revealing his form.
This was the first time I truly saw his body. I had stolen glances before, but that had taken so much effort. As for those critical moments earlier, I had been under the influence of medication, dazed and overwhelmed by various twists of fate; there was no way I could appreciate my idol's physique then.
So, the visual impact before me was simply overwhelming!
Oh my god, his figure was absolutely perfect—flawless! But that wasn't the main point at all!
Oh my god! How could this be!
Before me stood a perfect physique, skin pale and glistening, something any woman would envy. But what were all these marks on him?
His body was covered in an array of bruises—some blue, some red—indicating he had been injured for some time. The bruises were starting to turn a dark purple. In addition to the subcutaneous bleeding, there were scratches from fingernails, lines upon lines that looked freshly scabbed over; he must have bled profusely when he was first hurt.
What was even more horrifying was that these injuries were scattered all over him, even on his thighs. Who on earth had done this to my idol?
But what kind of ability did Nie Qiuyuan possess that allowed someone to inflict such harm on him?
"See? This is all your doing!" He leaned closer to me and whispered.
I quickly pushed him away. "How could that be? What could I possibly do to you like this..."
Qiu stubbornly moved closer and pinned me down. I didn't dare resist; for one, he was wearing too little and the scene was too stimulating. For another, I was in a far worse state than he was, worried that if I struggled too much, I might end up exposing myself further.
So he successfully held me down and shamelessly ravaged my lips.
"Now do you understand what you used to do this to me?" He smirked, a grin that made me deeply believe this must be Night Phantom without a doubt.
However, could it be... Oh my God! Are all those marks on him... kisses?!
I... I... did that?!
"Tsk tsk, this is the first time I've seen a woman be so bold in such matters. If it weren't for this, I would have to question how many men you've actually been with."
He suddenly pulled out a white garment from somewhere, stained with shocking blood.
"What... what is this?!" I felt utterly confused.
"It's my clothing. Remember that time we were in a dungeon? You were lying on my Outer Robe, and the ground was so hard and uncomfortable that I laid all of this under you." As he spoke, a hint of a wicked smile spread across his face.
I was instantly petrified.
Could this thing actually be the evidence regarding my purity that was mentioned in legends?
I felt my face turn as red as it could possibly get, and I immediately shrank back under the covers. Qiu reached out and tugged at the blanket, forcefully pulling me back out.
The bad guy seemed to really enjoy seeing me blush; he looked and looked, his gaze filled with a kind of pity that made him even more alluring. However, after staring at me for a while, he suddenly seemed to remember something, and his expression changed.
"Hey!" The male god suddenly yanked me out again, starting to poke my forehead with his fingers. "I just realized that even though you are the one inside now, you’ve lived in another world before! That other you must have been with countless people!"
"You shut up..." Hearing such slander almost made me faint from anger; I barely managed to suppress the curse that was about to spill from my lips. "You're the one who's been with countless people!"
"Really? You swear?" From his expression, it seemed he was eager for an answer that would satisfy him, even if it meant being deceived.
So I straightened up and said to him, "Nie Qiuyuan, listen carefully. I've liked you since I was twelve years old. You are my boyfriend; I have never had any other crushes. So that's simply impossible."
"I came here just for you, didn't I?"
His expression softened and brightened instantly. He pulled me into his embrace and kissed me sweetly for quite a while.
"What on earth did I do?" I asked, blushing as I hid in the crook of his arm, wrapped in the blanket.
"Don't you understand? That time, it was all you who took the initiative. Zhenzhen, do you know... how many times you stirred things up? If it weren't for my martial arts training since childhood... my stamina being so good... I really might not have been able to keep up with you..."
Even his face turned slightly red.
I was once again completely petrified. So, after losing consciousness, I had turned into a thorough... beast?!
"That wasn't me! I would never do that!" I exclaimed. Even if I had taken the medicine, I couldn't act like that. I had been pure in both lives; how could this happen?
Moreover, I didn't remember anything from that time. I thought I had fainted, but now it seemed that wasn't the case. In his eyes, my consciousness was clear; it was just that my memories were gone.
Could it be that during that crucial moment, it wasn't me controlling this body, but someone else?
This was unacceptable; I absolutely couldn't tolerate it! I'd rather that beast be me. And I clearly sensed that there was no one else residing in this body—only me. I should be the complete master of it.
Could it be that everyone has a part of themselves hidden deep in their hearts that they don't even understand?
Qiu didn't look at me. He leaned down close to my ear, so near that his breath sent shivers down my spine. He whispered to me about the many shocking things I had done in that dungeon on that day. Suddenly, I understood why he couldn't look at me and why he spoke to me so closely and softly; what he revealed was simply too difficult to say aloud—intimate words meant only for couples, each sentence enough to make anyone blush.
However, as my face grew warmer, my heart sank deeper with every word he spoke. After hearing his descriptions of my various actions, my heart felt completely cold.
I confirmed that the one who had awakened was indeed myself; it was just that my consciousness had experienced a problem and now couldn't remember anything.
Because every action he described, I had seen before; I just never expected that I would unconsciously practice it myself. This was truly the height of absurdity!
This matter is quite lengthy to explain.
In my sophomore year, I encountered a particularly ridiculous case of assault. After the suspect was caught, he provided such vivid details that if it weren't for the bizarre positions he described, the situation at the scene wouldn't have matched up at all.
I was such a diligent student! To figure out whether his claims were even possible, I spent three nights holed up in my room, seriously watching a hundred romantic adult films while my roommates looked on in disbelief.
Of course, in the end, I got the answers I wanted, and as for those films, I immediately pushed them out of my mind.
Little did I know that what I thought I had forgotten was still vividly stored in my memory!
Because everything the male god described to me about what I did to him, I had seen in those instructional videos!
If that's the case, it's no wonder he thought I had seen countless people.
How embarrassing! It was simply unbearable…
I couldn't help it and started to cry.
"Hey, hey, why are you crying?… Hey, Ye Zhenzhen, why are you crying?" For some reason, the male god suddenly became flustered.
He fumbled around for a tissue to wipe my tears while saying some incoherent comforting words, losing all his cool.
"Zhenzhen, Zhenzhen, don't cry. I'll take good care of you; I'll treat you well for a lifetime. Please don't cry…"
"Even after all this, you're still going to be nice to me? Let's just pretend none of this ever happened…" My sorrow overwhelmed me, and I cried even harder.
"What’s wrong? Zhenzhen, you understand, right?"
"I'm not a bad woman..."
A strange stillness and silence filled the air for a moment, and then the male god burst into laughter.
"Are you crying about this?!"
He forcefully pulled my hands away from my face and leaned in closer, a teasing smile playing at the corners of his lips.
"Hey, let me see, don’t cry! ... Zhenzhen, do you know that your expression makes me..."
He lowered his head to my ear, his voice dripping with playful seduction: "It makes me want to love you to death! It’s simply captivating!"
I was left dumbfounded.
What does this mean? He likes me like this? He likes that kind of... bad woman?
Is this how all men think?
"Nie Qiuyuan, are you going to go out seeking other women in the future?" The question suddenly flashed in my mind, so I sniffled and asked it out loud.
He looked completely taken aback, as if he couldn’t adapt to the sudden shift in our conversation.
"Of course not, why would you ask that?"
"Because you like... those kinds of women. I’m not like that!"
"I'm not trying to defend myself; I genuinely believe I couldn't have done those things. I was on medication back then."
He chuckled lightly, "Zhenzhen, you really are something."
This was a standard line from Night Phantom, often used when he mocked me.
But before I could pout in response, he wrapped his arms around me.
"I love you, simply because it's you. I love you to death because you're even more wonderful than I imagined. Do you understand?" Qiu gently pinched my nose. "What are you worried about? That hidden little thing? I'll make her come out again."
There was something sinister in his words.
However, I didn't have the heart to think about that; my mood was consumed by deep frustration.
I had spent eight years pouring my heart and soul into mastering various elegant skills, hoping to win over my idol with my grace and talent. But now, my idol was showing me through his actions that everything I learned was nonsense; it made no difference whether I had it or not. What truly captivated him were the hundred action movies I had accidentally watched?
This truly was a super realistic world!
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