Capítulo 867: Chapter 669: Striking at the Heart

Under the faint halo of light, Arao’s long and thick eyelashes concealed the light near her brows and eyes, revealing only half of her bewitchingly beautiful face in the shadows.

Her lips were red and her teeth white, her appearance flowed softly in the faint smoky haze, resembling that of a young girl.

“Ning Feiyan can give you one mark, I can give you a hundred, a thousand.

The marks she left on you, I can strip away, but the ones I leave, she neither has the right nor the courage to erase.”

When she spoke these words, she was smiling, her voice was gentle, but her eyes seemed to contain a pool of still water.

Seeing Baili An struggling and angry, she wasn’t as pleased as her smile suggested.

The pain at his waist slowly receded, and only after the intense numbness and soreness dissipated did Baili An realize the tearing pain in his chest.

He stopped struggling and looked down at the skin where Ning Feiyan’s name had once been, now forcibly torn away, leaving a shallow scab.

He had been asleep for a long time, and technically, with his corpse demon physique, such scars shouldn’t have remained.

It seemed the Female Demon Lord intentionally left this pain for him.

Baili An didn’t know if this was a warning or a lesson, his expression cooled: “Let me go.”

Arao said nothing.

Baili An looked at the dense red marks on his body, realizing they were just ordinary ink and paints, not difficult to clean off.

However, now trapped on the Demon Lord’s embroidered bed, unless she let him go, these marks were impossible to remove.

Ning Feiyan left a mark on his heart, a playful expression of intimacy between man and woman.

Yet Arao’s forceful and rude marking on him changed that meaning completely,.

This was undoubtedly a declaration of her sovereignty.

Like a night wolf leaving beast claw marks on its territory.

Truly unpleasant!

Baili An said coldly, “Bringing me here is meaningless, just a waste of time.”

Arao turned sideways to take a wine jar hidden in the bed, bit open the red cloth seal with her mouth, and silently poured the wine down Baili An’s throat.

Baili An instinctively tightened his lips, turning his head to avoid it, but the next moment his chest was scalded by a hard object.

Arao had released the Dream Smoke from her hand, which hit Baili An.

Three slender and soft fingers firmly pinched Baili An’s cheeks, forcing his head straight, compelling him to open his mouth as cold wine flowed in.

“Mmm… mmm…”

Baili An choked uncontrollably, forced to swallow several large mouthfuls, the mix of sweet and strong flavors strikingly familiar.

Wasn’t this the Immortal Wine Qing Xuan brought out for guests at the Xianling City night feast?

She was indeed a formidable Demon Lord, able to privately keep the Kunlun Mountain’s Immortal Wine in the Demon World.

As a corpse demon, Baili An had no sense of taste, and ordinary human food was hard for him to digest.

But this wine was from Kunlun, and its essence severely impaired his consciousness.

He struggled to turn his head, half of the liquid entering his stomach, the other half spilling down his cheek and neck, soaking her thighs and the bedding.

The jug quickly emptied, and Arao released his chin, retrieving the Dream Smoke that had fallen on his chest.

“Cough, cough, cough… cough, cough!!” Baili An coughed violently, his pale, cold face quickly flushed with the hue of the wine.

Arao looked at his embarrassed state with an amused expression, her gaze indifferent as she reached out to touch his reddened cheeks: “Even if capturing you here is meaningless, I can still do something meaningful.”

Baili An’s chest rumbled with heavy coughs, his body still immobile.

He looked coldly at the Female Demon Lord, dodging her fingers, then spat out the undrunk wine like rain onto her face.

Arao’s eyes darkened, but she did not get angry.

The clear alcohol droplets trickled down her dark lashes, leaving her appearance wetter and more pitiful than Baili An’s.

Yet she nonchalantly licked the wine from her lips, continuing to smile:

“After all, that day in Xianling City, Ning Feiyan merely took advantage of your drunkenness; otherwise, with your temperament, you’d never like a woman like her.”

Baili An turned his head, not wanting to acknowledge her.

But if truly considered, without those few days, he wouldn’t have had such deep entanglements with Ning Feiyan.

But in this world, hypotheticals remain hypotheticals, they never become reality.

“It’s just because she gave her first time to you, out of obligation, you cannot easily walk away.

If I take advantage of you just once, does that mean you can let me in here too?”

Arao’s eyes were filled with a bitter and poisonous glint, her slender fingertips pressing hard on his heart’s scar, laughing coldly.

Baili An’s heart shook, and before he could gather his thoughts, a warm hand had already slipped under the thick fur blanket, landing on his waist.

Baili An was startled by her sudden action, his stubborn head thumping back onto her thigh, his eyes wide with wine-induced redness, exceedingly angry: “Take your hand away!”

For Baili An’s anger, Arao responded coldly with two words: “In your dreams!”

Baili An tightened his muscles, his handsome face flushed, pupils trembling violently: “You, a majestic Demon Lord, is this how shameless you are? I am not your male concubine, release me!”