Shocked, everyone except Master has a vest

The girl forcefully pressed Mo Bingxian down on the couch, supporting herself with her hands on either side of him, and slowly leaned over.

Mo Bingxian's heartbeat became rapid, and there was shock and anger in his eyes, but his spiritual power was so disordered that he could hardly move a finger.

Qin Muyue's long hair fell like a waterfall, gently brushing Mo Bingxian's cheek, bringing a feather-like touch.

Mo Bingxian smelled the familiar warm fragrance again and subconsciously held his breath. He hated having his territory invaded by her.

Her eyes were deep, as if she could see through his soul. She said with a hint of playfulness at the corner of her lips: "Don't be nervous, it won't hurt."

Mo Bingxian's breathing became heavy. He tried to twist his body, but found that his strength was so insignificant in front of the girl.

A trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You lecher, you are shameless!"

Qin Muyue chuckled, and her fingers suddenly pinched Mo Bingxian's chin, feeling the warmth of his skin. "That's right, the more you resist, the more excited I am."

A trace of humiliation flashed across Mo Bingxian's eyes. He wanted to close his eyes, but was afraid that she would become even more presumptuous.

Qin Muyue's breath gradually approached, and her voice was low: "Mo Xiaogou, you can't escape."

Mo Bingxian's pupils suddenly shrank, and he said in despair: Is he going to be eaten alive by this evil girl?

The boy's muscles were tense and his thin waist was trembling slightly.

The girl smiled inwardly but simply rested her forehead against the other's and performed her spiritual practice.

Mo Bingxian's soul struggled under the girl's control. His heart was filled with unwillingness and resistance, but his resistance seemed so powerless.

His body had to succumb to Qin Muyue's silver power.

The girl's fingertips touched him lightly, and Mo Bingxian felt a surge of spiritual power flowing into his body. That spiritual power was like a gentle warm current, gradually calming the raging spiritual energy in his body.

His body relaxed involuntarily, and even though his heart was filled with humiliation, the spiritual power made him unable to resist.

"Shi Nishang, you..." Mo Bingxian's voice was hoarse. He wanted to scold, but the girl's soul invaded him violently and he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Qin Muyue chuckled, and her soul unscrupulously treated the other person's soul as a plaything.

Mo Bingxian's eyes flashed with distraction, and his body trembled slightly under Qin Muyue's touch, and the temperature gradually rose. "You... you bastard..."

The most vulnerable part of his sea of ​​consciousness was repeatedly ravaged by the girl. Mo Bingxian's face turned even redder. He pursed his lips tightly, unwilling to make any sound.

Under Qin Muyue's control, his body gradually lost the power to resist, and his soul, under her guidance, began to merge with her soul.

Qin Muyue's lips curled up into a smug smile. She knew that Mo Bingxian's will had begun to collapse and his defenses had been broken by her. "Remember this moment, Mo Xiaogou. Everything about you will belong to me. Your pride, your anger, your vulnerability, all belong to me."

A trace of despair flashed in Mo Bingxian's eyes. He closed his eyes, his eyelashes became wet, and a tear slid down the corner of his eye.

His consciousness was floating in and out, and in the haze he could hear the girl's voice coming from far away.

"You're so good at crying. If you were a merman, wouldn't you be able to drop little pearls for me every night?"

.....

The next morning, the sunlight shone through the window lattice, casting patches of light on Mo Bingxian's face.

He slowly opened his eyes, memories of last night coming back like a tide, making his heart tighten.

Mo Bingxian's heart was filled with complex emotions, including anger and shame for the girl forcing him, as well as self-blame for being unable to resist.

He lay quietly on the couch, feeling the exhaustion of his sea of ​​consciousness and soul.

The scenes of last night lingered in his mind like a nightmare, making it difficult for him to calm down.

Mo Bingxian looked at the empty room and felt like a prostitute who was used and thrown away. He clenched his hands in anger.

A trace of resentment flashed in his eyes, and he thought to himself that the shackles around his neck had already revealed some secrets, and sooner or later he would be able to break free from control and use his spiritual power.

Mo Bingxian stroked the spiritual weapon on his neck. This thing prevented him from using magic, but it did not hinder his cultivation. Did Nichang want to use it as a cauldron?

Then why didn't she take advantage of the situation last night?

Thinking of this, Mo Bingxian became irritated.

He slowly stood up, put on a plain robe, and walked to the window with a slightly staggering step.

Outside the window, the flowers and plants in the courtyard looked particularly fresh in the morning light, but Mo Bingxian had no intention of appreciating them.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the waves in his heart, but he felt an indescribable bitterness.

"Mr. Mo, you're awake." The voice of a maid came from outside the door.

"The eldest lady said to bring in hot water when you wake up." She walked in carrying a basin of water.

Mo Bing didn't turn around, his forehead veins throbbing. Wasn't this action of that evil woman telling others that he and her really had something shameful going on last night?

The maid carefully placed the basin on the shelf and asked in a low voice, "Master, did you sleep well last night?"

Mo Bingxian was slightly startled, then smiled bitterly and said, "It's relatively safe." He didn't want to be impolite to a maid, so he changed the subject, "Today...what are the plans of the young lady?"

While preparing toiletries for Mo Bingxian, the maid replied, "Nothing important happened in the courtyard today. It's just that the young lady sent someone to tell her that she wanted to drink tea and appreciate flowers with the young master this afternoon."

Mo Bingxian frowned slightly, feeling unhappy. He said coldly, "Tell her that I am not feeling well today and cannot see guests."

The maid was a little surprised, but still responded respectfully, "Yes, sir."

After Mo Bingxian finished washing up, he changed into a green robe, walked into the courtyard alone, and found that the scenery of this villa was beautiful. He laughed at himself and said that in Shi Nishang's plan, he was just favored for one night in front of outsiders and was kept in a golden house by the evil woman.

He looked at the flowers and plants in the garden, but his heart couldn't calm down.

He must find a way to break free from control as soon as possible, otherwise, he will live this humiliating life forever. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and began to practice.