Chapter 66
Chapter 66: A Forced Kiss
Mo Ting Feng dragged her all the way into Sunless Residence as if afraid she might slip away. Only after he shut the door and braced himself against it—blocking the exit with his whole body—did he finally release her hand.
Song Wei Chen clutched White Robe to her chest like armor, her face tight with anger. “What do you want from me?”
“Song Wei Chen.” His voice was low, strained. “I’m not possessed.”
He wanted to say more—that what he’d done for her was real, that his feelings were real—but the words stuck. Tonight, when she had copied his tone and teased him in front of Zhuang Yu Heng, something raw and ugly had risen in his chest.
Song Wei Chen turned away. “Fine. Then I’m the one possessed, okay? Let me go back and exorcise myself.”
She had no interest in being dragged deeper into this.
As she spoke, her fingers brushed the sachet Ruan Mian Mian had given her. She pulled it out of White Robe and held it up at Mo Ting Feng like evidence.
“Look. I’m the one who lost my mind, daring to provoke your fox sister. Here—take this back. Let me go. I swear I’ll keep my tail between my legs from now on.”
A strange, cloying fragrance drifted from the sachet and slid straight into Mo Ting Feng’s lungs.
His thoughts swayed. His heartbeat stumbled. He shook his head hard, trying to clear the fog.
Song Wei Chen’s arm began to ache before he even moved. Irritation snapped. She shoved the sachet into his hand, then pushed at his arm, trying to force him away from the door.
It was like pushing a stone wall.
In Mo Ting Feng’s eyes, her face blurred—then sharpened into another woman’s. Sang Pu, vivid and intoxicating, standing before him exactly as she did in his memories.
The he dong surged in him like a tide he couldn’t resist.
He wrapped an arm around Song Wei Chen’s waist and yanked her against him.
“Sang Pu,” he breathed, voice thick with desire as he leaned closer and closer.
Song Wei Chen panicked and shoved at him with all her strength. “Hey—what are you doing? Let go!”
Their struggle knocked everything loose. White Robe fell. The sachet slipped from his fingers. Both landed on the floor.
Mo Ting Feng scooped her up around the waist and, ignoring her frantic resistance, tossed her onto the bed. He followed, a shadow blotting out the light. One hand seized both her wrists and pinned them above her head.
Song Wei Chen couldn’t move.
Mo Ting Feng’s eyes were unfocused, fevered. In that moment, he wanted only one thing.
“Mo Ting Feng!” Song Wei Chen thrashed, breath ragged. “Let go—you’re—”
His mouth crashed down on hers.
The kiss was brutal—domineering, burning, stolen without permission. Song Wei Chen struggled until her lungs emptied and her mind went hazy from lack of air, like a fish thrown onto sand.
Tears spilled, hot with humiliation.
Desperation sharpened into fury. With the last of her strength, she bit down hard.
Blood filled her mouth.
Mo Ting Feng jerked back, pain cutting through the fog. For the first time, he truly saw what he was doing—his body pinning hers, his hands imprisoning her, her eyes wide with shock and hate.
He had forced a kiss on her.
His heart meridians lurched into chaos. The backlash pain of the he dong tore through him like knives. His face drained white. He released her and tried to steady himself—one hand braced on the bed, the other pressed hard over his chest.
It didn’t help.
He coughed—and spat a mouthful of blood.
Then his body crumpled beside her, unconscious.
Song Wei Chen shoved at the half of him that still weighed on her when he collapsed. She scrambled off the bed and ran.
She made it almost to the gates of Wind-Listening Manor before her steps faltered.
She remembered what she’d seen in Marrow-Cleansing Hall—the glittering, sand-like substance leaking from his body. If she left him now, would he…?
Her vision swam. She was dizzy, weak, barely standing. Still, she turned and forced her legs to move.
Back to Sunless Residence.
He lay where he’d fallen, unmoving. Thankfully, there was no golden substance spilling from him this time.
With shaking hands, she checked his breathing. Too faint.
She pressed her ear to his chest. The heartbeat was uneven—erratic in a way that made her skin go cold.
Panic threatened to drown her, but she remembered he carried medicine. She fumbled at his waist until her fingers found the bottle.
How much was safe?
Zhuang Yu Heng had warned her: medicine wasn’t something you took like candy.
She poured out one pill, pried Mo Ting Feng’s mouth open, and pushed it in.
Nothing.
His throat didn’t move. He wasn’t swallowing.
Her eyes darted to the water jug on the table. She poured a cup with trembling hands, forced him onto his back, and tried to feed him in small spoonfuls.
Again and again, the water only ran from the corner of his mouth down his neck. Not a drop went down.
The manor was deathly quiet, as if the whole world had vanished and left only the two of them behind.
Song Wei Chen half-kneeled at the bedside, her voice shaking. “Hey… I won’t hold what you did against you. Don’t scare me. Wake up.”
His skin felt cold under her fingers.
She stared at him, fear thick in her throat, and made a choice she never wanted to make.
She lifted the cup, took a mouthful of water, and used both hands to force his jaw open. Slowly, she leaned down and passed the water into his mouth.
Most of it still spilled out—but this time she felt his throat bob.
He swallowed at least a little.
She didn’t know if the pill went down with it. She only knew she had to keep him breathing.
She stood to pour more water.
The room tilted. Darkness swallowed her vision.
The cup slipped from her fingers and shattered on the floor.
Song Wei Chen collapsed, her body finally giving up.
A knock sounded.
She opened her eyes on a bed, dazed and confused, as if she’d woken in the wrong life.
Outside the door, Gu Yu’s voice called, careful and respectful. “Dust Warden Official, are you inside? Heaven Net and Earth Net Commanders said they had an appointment with you. They’ve been waiting in the manor for quite some time.”
Song Wei Chen froze.
Why would anyone come looking for that Ice Block at her door?
Before she could piece it together, a familiar voice answered from beside her.
“I’m here. Tell them to wait.”
Song Wei Chen’s mind went blank.
She tried to jerk up—only to realize she couldn’t move.
Mo Ting Feng’s arm was around her waist, holding her close.
They were sleeping in the same bed.