Chapter 31: The Soul-Snatching Death Grip

"Hmph, you wretched boar, serves you right! You’re lucky not to have drowned. Just wait, I’m going to make you suffer next! I’ll torment you until not even heaven or earth can help you, until you regret ever being born!"

"Qian’er, who exactly are you going to make regret being born?" Mo Yiran returned with medicine in hand, carrying a clean set of women's clothes—seemingly retrieved from somewhere.

"Of course, that boar! Look, he fell into the pond but someone rescued him!" Yuan Qian’er pointed toward the pond.

Mo Yiran glanced at the movement by the pond and said, "Ignore him for now. Let's treat your wounds first. We’ll settle accounts with him later." Seeing Yuan Qian’er’s face swollen and red, Mo Yiran’s heart ached terribly, wishing he could take her pain away.

He moved closer, gently applying medicine and blowing softly on her skin, afraid of hurting her. Yuan Qian’er looked up at the handsome face so near, seeing the tender and concerned gaze reflected in his violet eyes, and her heart suddenly fluttered wildly, her cheeks growing even redder.

It was the first time Mo Yiran had seen Yuan Qian’er blush shyly, and it lifted his spirits. A small smile curved his lips. "So, Qian’er, you can get shy too? Seems my charm is quite effective! Have I bewitched you?"

Caught off guard, Yuan Qian’er’s face flushed even deeper as she pushed Mo Yiran away. "Stop flattering yourself! Look at you—shirtless, trying to show off that body to seduce me! Maybe you should be the one called an exhibitionist!"

"You ungrateful wretch! Whose body do you think these clothes are on? Besides..." Mo Yiran leaned close to her ear and whispered, "I wouldn’t mind if you did throw yourself at me."

Yuan Qian’er’s face burned up again. "You lecher! You’re teasing me now? Go away! If you come any closer, I’ll have to use my ‘Soul-Chasing, Life-Taking Squeeze’ on you!"

"Soul-Chasing, Life-Taking Squeeze? What kind of move is that?"

"Hehe, want to try? It’s quite thrilling!" Yuan Qian’er grinned mischievously.

Mo Yiran felt a chill run down his spine, an ominous feeling creeping over him. "If that move is so powerful, why didn’t you use it on Zhao Mingyu earlier?"

Yuan Qian’er rolled her eyes. "Mo Yiran, didn’t you see? My hands and feet were tied up. How could I use it? Besides, he wasn’t shirtless, was he?"

Mo Yiran began to understand. "So this ‘Soul-Chasing, Life-Taking Squeeze’ only works if the target’s chest is bare?"

"Not necessarily, thinner clothes work too, but it’s hard to find the right spot otherwise!" Yuan Qian’er looked at him knowingly. "Honestly, if you don’t get this by now, you might as well be hopeless."

Her gaze settled on Mo Yiran’s chest, and he followed her line of sight. At once, he realized what she meant by the ‘Soul-Chasing, Life-Taking Squeeze’—it was a squeeze on those two rosy mounds!

Mo Yiran looked at Yuan Qian’er with a mock tearful expression that said, “Now that I know the truth,” and softly said, "Where on earth did you learn such strange things?"

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