I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 658. Execution
His arrogant and irritating demeanor makes one's heart itch with desire.
Frustrated, yet with nowhere to vent!

Mu Qingtong's cold and tense face underwent a subtle change at this moment. Her round thighs under her skirt exerted force, and taking advantage of Mr. Xia's complacency, she suddenly tried to get up again.

But the next moment, four bouquets made of arms bloomed on the ground, winding upwards and grabbing the ankles of the two women in black dresses.

Like chains, they were bound to Xia Feng.

Xia Feng pressed his right hand against Mu Qingtong's waist and pulled her back sharply, forcing the duck-sitting Miss Mu to move forward and press herself against him without any gap.

The black eyes and golden pupils met very closely. Mu Qingtong's back was bent and straightened, her toes were curled up, and her heart seemed to be in her throat. This unprecedented tension was something she had never experienced since she was born with consciousness.

Aside from the brief blankness in her mind when Mr. Xia died.

Even when faced with life-or-death situations, he had never lost his composure like this.

She really disliked this feeling! But she didn't completely hate it either.
Mu Qingtong's pupils dilated and relaxed, quickly regaining her composure and calming her turbulent emotions. Her gaze was calm; she couldn't panic! Nor was it the time to panic.

This moment truly represents the greatest predicament she has ever faced in her life.

It was enough to leave a deep impression on her and make her unforgettable for the rest of her life.

But it's just unforgettable.

Predicaments are meant to be overcome, and there is no hardship in this world that Mu Qingtong cannot resolve.

But what can be done to get out of this situation?

Method
However, just as her thoughts were racing, the man who was staring at her very close had his dark eyes gradually curving into a playful arc. He casually lifted her small face with his fingertips, his posture lazy, as if he were admiring a plaything that had already submitted!

"!!!" The humiliation struck right to the heart! That look in his eyes really makes one furious!

Mu Qingtong could no longer hold back. Her usually calm emotions surged like a tsunami, and the anger beneath her cold, golden eyes was like a terrifying volcano that had been building up for thousands of years, with molten lava boiling and about to rush up to the sky and burn everything!
"Buzz—!" The situation suddenly took a sharp turn. Those beautiful, cold eyes became majestic, and the pupils twisted into holy golden characters that were even more sacred than before. Xia Feng felt a terrifying pressure on his soul, which made him lose his senses for a moment and almost faint.

"Mr. Xia, do you think you can subdue me with just these!" A cold, regal voice seemed to descend from the heavens.

Xia Feng's pupils dilated, while Mu Qingtong's gaze turned icy, poised to once again subdue the madman surnamed Xia! But at that moment,
"Mr. Xia, I like you."

The sudden confession was spoken softly and tenderly.

In the holographic image beside her, the woman in the black dress, standing in front of the glass platform, remained silent for a long time before finally lowering her head slightly, parting her red lips, and confessing her feelings.

On the sofa, Shuang Mu: "—!"

Xia Feng's dilated pupils returned to normal, and then he saw Miss Mu's golden eyes slowly expand. Her beautifully curved back stiffened in response to the gentle touch of his hand, which was reaching up to her, and her posture became strange.

Her long, upturned eyelids trembled slightly as she lowered them, though her expression remained largely unchanged.

But the strands of silver hair sticking to her lips seemed to be scorched by the inexplicable high heat rising on her delicate face.
She frowned slightly, pursed her lips, and half-closed her eyes, not turning her head for a long time. So Xia Feng smiled, pinched her delicate chin, and helped her turn her head, very kindly helping her see the scene of the laboratory not far away.

The scene of the confession was reflected in Mu Qingtong's cold, golden eyes. She saw herself leaning close to Mr. Xia's lifeless skull, murmuring those utterly foolish seven words again and again.
"Mr. Xia, I like you." "A second time." Xia Feng's thin lips brushed against her ear, but his tone was no longer teasing; it carried only a hint of doubt. "Miss Mu, do you like me that much? Hmm? You actually have to repeat your confession twice?"

"!!!!!!!" It was just an ordinary question, and he was no longer mocking or teasing her, but Mu Qingtong's sharp mind was instantly brought to a standstill.

Mr. Xia's words seemed to carry an electric current, sending a tingling, numbing sensation, like ants crawling and electricity coursing through the soles of her beautiful feet, which were nestled on either side of the sofa. The electric current traveled down her calves and waist, reaching her nerve endings and trembling—

My mind went completely blank!

She didn't understand.
How did Mr. Xia manage to do that?
Xia Feng could clearly feel that Miss Mu's body was stiffer than ever before when he gently stroked her back and waist. Her thighs, which were in a duck-sitting position, were also tense and pressed down, like a cat with its fur standing still.

So delightful~ It's so incredibly delightful~
Mu Qingtong also noticed Xia Feng's pet-soothing gesture. Her tense nerves vibrated like a vibrating string, her golden pupils burned with cold fury, and she opened her mouth to speak, but felt as if ants crawled and electric snakes sprang up in the soles of her feet.

"how?"

Xia Feng was fearless, with a faint smile. He felt as if he had caught Miss Mu's furious tail and lifted her up hard, making her angry and clawing but helpless.

pia~ A pat on a perky butt
Her black dress drooped, and her smooth shoulders trembled.

"!" The silver-haired witch's patience reached its limit. She forcefully broke free of her restraints with her right hand, grabbing Xia Feng's neck. Her beautiful eyes, which seemed to conceal a lion's cunning, narrowed slightly. "Mr. Xia, do you think you've defeated me with just a few words—"

"I like you!" The woman in the black dress murmured again from a distance, "Mr. Xia."

Mu Qingtong's cold words came to an abrupt halt: "."

Xia Feng chuckled softly, "Oh, the third time."

"!!!!!!"

His voice was soft, and his laughter was faint, but to her at that moment, Xia Feng's gentle and indifferent voice, as well as his extremely smug and self-satisfied expression, were like a humiliating whip, lashing her buttocks hard.

The crisp sound of "pia" transformed into immense shame that swelled in my heart, into a frenzied sense of humiliation that trampled on my soul, until it ignited a raging fire in my very bones!
Wildfire raged, instantly filling her empty heart to the point of bursting. Her nerve endings throbbed, a sluggish feeling tugging at her consciousness, pulling her further and further down into the abyss, towards the seabed—

come down.

Until they were submerged, blurred, and suffocated by the seawater.

"Miss Mu, what's wrong with you?" Xia Feng feigned confusion, but couldn't suppress the joyful smile on his lips. He casually lifted the silver-haired woman's chin with his fingertip, admiring the wicked witch's current loss of composure.

He was surprised to find that even when Miss Mu felt ashamed and humiliated, her face did not change at all. She did not blush like Miss Evil Dragon, nor did she blush like Jiang Qiu'e.

But if you reach out to touch it, the face is unusually hot, especially the earlobes, which are flushed a delicate, cute red. Wisps of barely perceptible heat rise and float in the air, and even the gold-tinted contact lenses momentarily freeze in shock.

However, before Xia Feng could savor the moment, Miss Mu's amusing expression vanished in an instant.

Her beautiful eyes instantly regained their cool indifference as she calmly stared at him: "Mr. Xia, I'll say it again: what conclusion can you draw from just these few words?"

Ok?
Xia Feng narrowed his dark eyes slightly. Did he still want to make a last-ditch effort?
(End of this chapter)