Chapter 587: Gradually Losing Weight
Actually, Young Master Sang had been puzzled by the mask mode for a while.
At first, he thought it was some sort of cheat that Nian Nian had given him.
However, as he learned more now, many things didn’t quite add up.
For instance, Nian Nian was clearly omniscient, yet this mask mode seemed to operate under different rules.
Moreover, the mask mode could absorb the power of the Original Immortal, but the Original Immortal was supposed to be an all-powerful force.
Especially now, even after leaving the Abyss Realm, Young Master Sang discovered that the power of the mask mode was still unimpeded. In fact, after activating the mask mode, even Xu Hongyi didn’t notice.
All these doubts left Young Master Sang scratching his head trying to figure out what this mask mode really was.
But the good news was that the power absorbed from the Original Immortal could still be used by him.
Feeling that familiar sensation, Young Master Sang began to seriously think about how to escape.
After pondering for a long time, he roughly formulated a plan in his mind for how to run away.
But simply escaping wasn’t enough.
The Causal Lotus was still in Xu Hongyi’s hands.
If he didn’t also take the Causal Lotus back, that crazy woman Xu Hongyi would eventually chase after him to the Abyss Realm.
So running away would be for nothing—a temporary solution to a permanent problem.
But only Xu Hongyi knew the whereabouts of the Causal Lotus. And she was clearly aware of its importance to her and wouldn’t easily share that information.
In the end, it meant he still had to serve this crazy woman for now.
With a decision made in his heart, he took a deep breath and casually sliced a space crack open using the mask mode.
In the next moment, a flash of white light shot from his body and disappeared into the crack.
Then, stepping out of the mask mode, Young Master Sang lazily stretched in the pool, enjoying the rare bath time.
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Though Young Master Sang’s half-hour bath felt like a blink of an eye to the Primordial Deities,
Xu Hongyi was feeling like each day dragged on like a year.
At that moment, she was sitting on her bed, looking at the pile of various linings, bellybands, and sexy lingerie cluttering the entire bed, torn between her choices.
On one hand, she was troubled by not knowing which style Young Master Sang would like, while on the other, she was daydreaming about his ecstatic reaction upon seeing these clothes.
After some uncertain time, when Young Master Sang returned to the room, dripping wet and wrapped only in a towel around his waist, Xu Hongyi joyfully exclaimed:
“Ah, brother, you’re back! Take a look at which outfit you like best—ah!”
Before Xu Hongyi could finish, Young Master Sang suddenly swept her off her feet and tossed her onto the bed, rather roughly pinning her underneath him.
Even Xu Hongyi was momentarily startled by his dominating move, her pretty face turning slightly red as she stuttered:
“W-why so suddenly…”
“I think I remember some things,” he replied.
His expression was no longer one of wariness and bitterness, but had turned remarkably gentle. He gently stroked Xu Hongyi’s cheek, his deep voice dripping with magnetism:
“Back then, we were so close, you and I, filled with sweet and happy memories. I’m starting to vaguely remember some of it.”
“Ah…” Xu Hongyi stared dumbfounded at his face.
“I can’t believe I forgot such an important memory… I’m sorry you had to endure this.”
Though Young Master Sang couldn’t quite recall the greasy lines from those female-centric boss novels, he didn’t need to recite them perfectly—just catching the gist would work.
The goal was to make Xu Hongyi feel good.
And it seemed that Xu Hongyi really responded to this kind of charm.
Seeing Young Master Sang gaze at her so affectionately, her beautiful eyes glinted with excitement, almost teary.
“Brother… did you remember?”
“Yes.” Young Master Sang gently buried his head in her neck, teasingly whispering, “It turns out the most important person has always been right in front of me, yet I failed to notice.”
“Hongyi, I really missed you.”
Then, he started gradually kissing Xu Hongyi’s lips.
In a rare twist, Xu Hongyi made no move to resist. Instead, she surrendered to his advances.
Her crimson eyes sparkled with unprecedented emotion as she tightly wrapped her arms around Young Master Sang’s neck while repeatedly choking back tears and whispering:
“I missed you so much… I really missed you a lot.”
“You told me to wait for you to come back, so I obediently waited for a long time, but your news never came.”
“You don’t know how heartbroken I was when I saw you surrounded by people, yet completely forgot about me.”
“That day, when you coldly told me to leave, was the first time I saw you angry at me. I was so scared, I feared you truly didn’t want me anymore…”
By the end, she was so choked up she could barely speak, burying her head in Young Master Sang’s arms and shaking her shoulders.
She looked utterly pitiful.
Anyone would feel a surge of pity seeing such a sight.
Young Master Sang hadn’t expected Xu Hongyi to suddenly shift into a state resembling that of a female protagonist in a romance novel, crying and seeking kisses in his embrace.
He could only play along while wracking his brain for everything he knew about romantic dramas.
“Don’t worry.”
He gently stroked Xu Hongyi’s hair, gazing deeply into her eyes: “From now on, I won’t let you suffer even a little bit.”
Xu Hongyi looked up, her tear-filled eyes shining as she smiled: “I believe you.”
Then, acting all spoiled, she slowly began to peel away Young Master Sang’s towel.
The atmosphere in the room became once again enchanting and ambiguous, with Xu Hongyi occasionally letting out soft sounds.
Time flew in an instant.
No one knew how long had passed—could be several hours, maybe a day or two.
In that pitch-black room, the concept of time had become infinitely vague.
Finally, when Young Master Sang lay exhausted on the bed, eyes sunken, he looked down at the little kitty in his arms that had finally been fed, groaning wearily while wearing a wry smile.
…Truly, the Primordial Deities were no joke.
This kind of play was dangerously reckless.
Suddenly, he felt a twinge of pity for those male models in his past life—sometimes being drained dry by wealthy women wasn’t as blissful as he imagined.
But looking at Xu Hongyi’s peaceful and obedient sleeping face, Young Master Sang knew that at least he had succeeded in taking the first step.
He gained her trust and lowered her guard.
Next, he had to find an opportunity to wring information about the Causal Lotus from her.
Though for that, he wouldn’t be able to avoid giving up his looks and body, debasing himself beside this unapologetic little seductress.
But what could he do?
It was his fate to toil for a lifetime.
If I don’t suffer in hell, who will?
After being squeezed dry by Xu Hongyi, Young Master Sang even had to secretly activate the mask mode to use the Original Immortal’s power to give himself a boost.
Looking at himself in the mirror, who appeared a bit thinner, he couldn’t help but sigh deeply.
Sigh.
Hopefully, he could hold on long enough to snag the Causal Lotus back.
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