Chapter 216: Song Wanrou Awakens Her Past-Life Memories

What do I do?

I really need to pee.

She had just taken a shower, yet Dushima Yingxue now felt an urgent need to urinate.

Especially when Song Mo's aggressive gaze fell upon her, Dushima Yingxue felt she could barely hold it anymore.

Men at least have a valve; where does a woman get a faucet?

Song Mo regarded Dushima Yingxue with a strange expression; having heard her thoughts, he knew she wasn't lying—she truly needed to go.

But Song Mo deliberately refused to let her go.

The more desperate she became, the more advantage Song Mo gained, the more absolute his control became.

Song Mo said outright: "It was you, wasn't it? The one who was with me in the room that day. Dushima Yingxue, why did you hide it from me?"

Song Mo firmly held Dushima Yingxue's chin, and when he lifted his hand, her head was forced to rise with it.

Overwhelmed by the pressure, the nineteen-year-old stunning girl now wore a sorrowful expression, her eyes filled with pitiful helplessness.

Her hands began pushing against Song Mo.

Absolutely impossible!

Even if I told Song Mo myself, it could never have been Song Wanrou who told him!

His words instantly left Dushima Yingxue frozen in place.

Dushima Yingxue felt profound shame; just as she thought she might leak, Song Mo finally released her.

Then.

Dushima Yingxue sat down composedly.

She longed to sprint to the restroom, yet feared any sudden movement might cause total collapse.

Clearly, in the brief moment she had just spent relieving herself, she had already devised a strategy.

Dushima Yingxue recalled her earlier humiliation, deeply embarrassed—but fortunately, Song Mo did not press the matter.

Yet Song Mo refused to give Dushima Yingxue any chance to probe his knowledge.

Because she didn't know how Song Mo had learned all this—could it be that Song Wanrou had told him?

After Dushima Yingxue emerged from the restroom.

She was about to use verbal tactics to gauge how much Song Mo knew.

But Song Mo remained utterly still.

Beneath the white bathrobe.

As her thoughts grew chaotic, her body reached its limit.

Upon hearing Song Mo's question, Dushima Yingxue panicked.

Song Mo sat on the sofa, lost in thought.

"Be my lover."

Dushima Yingxue clamped her long pink legs tightly together, pleading with Song Mo: "Teacher, can you wait a moment before I answer your question? I really can't hold it anymore."

She, usually so composed, was now utterly disoriented.

Dushima Yingxue's reaction to these words was far more intense and exhilarating than Song Wanrou's would have been upon hearing Song Mo say, "Be my wife."

Because she had never imagined marrying Song Mo.

She only wished to become his subordinate.

She seemed born with chains and reins already upon her; her sole wish in life was to hand the other end of the rope to the master she recognized.

And humbly bow, surrendering the whip as well.

Song Mo understood all of this about Dushima Yingxue.

Through Telepathy, Song Mo knew every thought within Dushima Yingxue's mind.

Song Mo was slightly surprised—could Dushima Yingxue really have such a perverted mindset? But he quickly accepted it; this made it even easier to control her.

And.

He had to admit, after learning of Dushima Yingxue's twisted, perverted desires, his own body grew hot.

Roughly speaking, whether it was the Xia Yu–Xia Rou pair or the An Yinuo–Lin Weiwei pair, together they couldn't match the intensity Dushima Yingxue alone gave Song Mo.

It was the exhilarating freedom of letting go completely, kicking wildly without fear of breaking the machine.

Dushima Yingxue, blushing deeply, replied with delighted astonishment:

"Yingxue has always admired Teacher. Last time, it was merely due to chance that I ended up with Teacher."

"After that incident, I feared Teacher might misunderstand, so I never revealed the truth to you."

"If Teacher also has feelings for Yingxue, I am willing to serve you day and night."

Song Mo said: "Better to act now than wait. Do it now."

Dushima Yingxue stared at Song Mo in astonishment.

She felt Song Mo had changed somehow; though his demeanor and habits remained the same, he had clearly become far more open in matters of sex.

This…

Was this the difference between a virgin and a seasoned warrior?

Dushima Yingxue's mind raced with countless thoughts.

Then she crawled toward him with sultry eyes…

…

Song Wanrou returned from Xia Shuqin's place.

After returning.

She heard a soft, sensual sound.

Song Wanrou was startled at first, then walked inside without showing any change in expression. To guard against any unexpected situation, she also took out a self-defense stun baton from her shoulder bag and gripped it tightly in her hand.

In utter silence.

Song Wanrou had already reached the living room. The moment her eyes looked inside, it was as if five thunderbolts had struck her head!

Song Mo had already sensed Song Wanrou's arrival, but he paid it no mind at all. Carrying the grudges and entanglements of his past life, it seemed he was deliberately trying to get back at Song Wanrou.

Song Mo kept speaking, praising Dushima Yingxue's flawless body.

And he didn't forget to compare her with Song Wanrou.

"Yingxue, you're really even cuter than big sister."

Song Wanrou's mind went blank, her heart felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer with a piercing pain. She leaned weakly against the wall, then slid down to the floor, like a dead fish with no life left in it.

Two streams of clear tears slid slowly down her face.

She didn't know how much time had passed. Song Wanrou didn't even notice when those lewd sounds had stopped; she only felt as if someone was standing in front of her.

Song Mo scooped her up around the waist.

Whispering softly against her ear,

"Do you feel wronged? Feel that you clearly hadn't done anything wrong, clearly love me very much, yet I've always held a prejudice against you?"

"Song Wanrou, I don't owe you; the Song Family doesn't owe you either. You were only adopted because of me in the first place. Mom and Dad treated you as a real daughter, and I treated you as my own sister."

"Do you want to know what happened in the past life?"

"I heard An Yinuo say that at the moment of near-death, one can awaken the memories of a past life."

Song Mo carried Song Wanrou into the room, laid her down on the bed, then unfastened the pale-yellow slip dress she was wearing today, the fair scenery beneath fully exposed at a glance.

He bent down to kiss Song Wanrou.

A tearing headache shot through Song Wanrou's entire body.

She wanted to cry out, but her slender neck was gripped by Song Mo. On one side was the strange sensation of a first time, on the other the agony of nearly suffocating.

This kind of first time was completely not what Song Wanrou had wanted.

The hand gripping her neck tightened more and more.

Song Wanrou truly believed Song Mo wanted to kill her, but why use a method that made her feel such shame?

Was going to bed with her his final act of pity for her?

What on earth had she done wrong?

Tears slid from the corners of her eyes. Song Wanrou gave up struggling. Regardless of the agony of nearly suffocating, she only hoped that the soothing of mating could press the pain down a little.

(End of this chapter)