Chapter 204: An Yinuo, I Really Look Down on You!

An Yinuo's body trembled.

She felt as if her soul was undergoing a baptism, having signed a contract with the demon Satan, handing her dignity over to Song Mo.

A pair of strong, powerful hands suddenly pulled her over.

She was like a plaything, with no room to resist, and of course no will to resist either.

To be dominated, to be swallowed.

Once Song Mo made a decision, he never went back on it, especially now that he was a conqueror storming through cities, a cold and ungrateful exploiter.

Naturally, he felt even less psychological burden.

Song Mo held An Yinuo in his arms.

An Yinuo's head was buried against his chest.

……

"Isn't it just being a dog? I'll be one, then."

"Go to sleep. From now on, you'll spend every day thinking about how to please me."

He really wanted to pick her up and sniff her.

Song Mo pinched An Yinuo's little foot, feeling very curious inside—was this little foot really made of flesh? Why was it so soft, yet so springy?

After saying that, Song Mo closed his eyes.

An Yinuo's temper instantly vanished without a trace.

But those mischievous hands showed no sign of stopping, so An Yinuo woke up in some annoyance, just about to throw a fit of morning grumpiness.

"Mmgh… ow…"

An Yinuo muttered softly.

When the second day came.

But she felt it didn't match her status.

"Are you still going to sleep or not?"

Then she still couldn't resist the temptation, leaning onto Song Mo's shoulder and licking his neck.

Song Mo moved swiftly and grabbed her tongue.

"Awake?"

An Yinuo breathed in Song Mo's scent, feeling her head all fuzzy, while also greedily and endlessly savoring the smell on Song Mo's body.

Then she heard Song Mo's voice.

Song Mo let go and said, "Get some rest early."

She said lazily, "Don't touch me~"

An Yinuo was still groggy in sleep, feeling her foot terribly itchy, as if someone was using it as a toy to pinch and play with.

He is the master.

How could he do something so beneath his dignity?

He'd develop that slowly later on.

After An Yinuo woke up, she didn't actually find the big hand pinching her foot annoying anymore; instead, she felt the pressure alternating between light and heavy, somewhat like a comfortable massage.

She blushed and said, "Song Mo, and you still say you don't like my feet?"

Song Mo suddenly flung the blanket open.

An Yinuo, wearing a little bear pajama set, was exposed; her body was swallowed up inside the oversized cartoon pajamas, nothing much to look at.

Only a pair of tender lotus feet, clad in spotless white cotton socks, the socks slightly translucent, the flesh tone within faintly visible.

Song Mo admired them for a while, then stood up.

"Get up, go wash up."

"I still need to figure out how to capture Chen Xi's ghost."

If Song Mo hadn't mentioned it, An Yinuo would have almost forgotten about the whole thing!

Clearly, last night had been a terrifying ordeal at midnight, but after Song Mo arrived, she had unconsciously and inexplicably stopped being afraid.

Just like a little puppy—when the owner is by its side, it isn't afraid of strangers at all.

Until now.

An Yinuo still felt as if she were dreaming!

She climbed up from the floor mattress.

She looked at Song Mo with a slightly hopeful gaze.

"Song Mo, Song Mo, I'm your woman now, right?"

Song Mo gave a slight nod.

"Barely counts, but you're the kind with no status at all."

"Maybe one day I'll get tired of you and toss you aside."

An Yinuo giggled.

"That's still better than before."

"One day, you won't be able to bear to throw me away."

An Yinuo was in a wonderful mood.

She stood on tiptoe and kissed Song Mo on the cheek.

A milky, sweet scent was imprinted on Song Mo's face.

"Huh?!"

Suddenly, a startled and uncertain voice rang out.

Gradually, Lin Weiwei rubbed her eyes, staring dumbfounded at An Yinuo and Song Mo stuck together, her heart a tempest of shock!

Holy crap!

Woke up too fast — saw An Yinuo kissing Song Mo.

She didn't get kicked flying?

Lin Weiwei pinched her own thigh hard. "Ah!"

So painful!

It hurts so much she wants to cry.

She gazed at An Yinuo through tear-blurred eyes, her admiration truly to the point of complete prostration.

She had truly misjudged An Yinuo. Before, she had always thought An Yinuo was a dimwit, but she never expected that An Yinuo was the hidden master, the deepest one of all!

Masters are among the common folk!

Masters are right by your side!

The sound Lin Weiwei made wasn't quiet, and naturally it drew the attention of An Yinuo and Song Mo. Song Mo gave her a casual glance but said nothing more.

He kissed An Yinuo on the forehead.

"If you want to kiss in the future, there's plenty of time."

"For now, go wash up first, then come out with me. I'll take you to find Chen Xi — until he's dealt with, I always feel uneasy inside."

For some reason, An Yinuo trusted Song Mo unreasonably.

Even if Chen Xi were a ghost, she felt he couldn't do anything to Song Mo.

"Mm-mm!"

An Yinuo nodded obediently.

Being ignored, Lin Weiwei: "……"

She shouldn't be on the bed.

She should be under the bed.

"What exactly happened last night?"

Lin Weiwei asked curiously — for the first time, she began to regret her excellent habit of falling asleep the moment her head hit the pillow.

An Yinuo hesitated for a moment, looked at Song Mo, and said:

"Song Mo, Weiwei is my best bestie."

"Can you accept her too?"

Song Mo chuckled.

"An Yinuo, you shouldn't be asking me whether I can accept her. You should ask Lin Weiwei whether she's willing to be like you…"

It all depends on whether Lin Weiwei is willing to be like An Yinuo — to become the exploited one in a relationship.

Song Mo wouldn't force it either — the main principle was: willing hearts take the bait.

Otherwise, what gives you the right to ask me to forgive you?

Song Mo went straight to wash up, while An Yinuo began telling Lin Weiwei about the agreement she and Song Mo had reached.

After hearing An Yinuo's whole story, Lin Weiwei's surprised voice quickly rang out.

"So, An Yinuo, you're giving yourself away completely for free?"

"What's the difference between this and a female version of Fei Yangyang!"

An Yinuo said angrily: "You're the Fei Yangyang!"

"Can Fei Yangyang even touch Mei Yangyang?"

"But An Yinuo can touch Song Mo!"

"Lin Weiwei, you're just sour grapes!"

Lin Weiwei crossed her arms over her chest.

"Hmph, anyway I wouldn't be as pathetic as you!"

She was now thoroughly disdainful of An Yinuo's behavior. She had thought An Yinuo was some hidden master, some big shot — never expected she was just a small fry who'd signed a series of unequal treaties!

"An Yinuo, just listen to what you're saying."

"You and Song Mo are together — you pay the money, you're the one serving him, and you can't disobey his orders. Even if his demands are excessive, you have to follow them."

"And you can't let Xia Yu and Xia Rou know about your relationship with Song Mo. You have to wait for Song Mo to give Xia Yu and Xia Rou some buffer time. One phone call from Song Mo, and you have to come whenever summoned."

"An Yinuo, I really look down on you!"

(End of this chapter)