Chapter 155
An Xiaoqing felt utterly mortified.
She could understand losing control when the living Chenyang teased her.
After all, not only was Chenyang well-endowed, but his skills in bed could send a woman to heaven and back!
But Chenyang was dead now.
An Xiaoqing found it impossible to accept that she could have a physical reaction to Chenyang’s ghost.
A profound sense of shame made her wish she could find a hole to crawl into and disappear.
But she also knew that against the Chenyang before her now, it wouldn’t matter if she crawled into a hole or even burrowed to the center of the earth.
Suppressing her terror, she shook her head repeatedly. "Please, sir, I’m begging you, spare me. I..."
"I may be handsome, but I have a name. It’s Chenyang!"
"Chenyang, sir, I was wrong. Please, spare me."
"You weren’t such a coward when your husband was about to come in."
"My husband may be a bastard, but at least he’s human. You... you’re a ghost! I’m scared of ghosts..."
"Ghost, my ass! Have you ever seen someone turn into a ghost the second they die? Have you ever felt a ghost with warm fingers?"
Hearing this, An Xiaoqing carefully focused on the mischievous fingers between her legs.
They were warm... One could even describe them as hot.
More importantly, his fingers were nimble. Just a few light teases were enough to make her wet all over again.
’Ghosts are dead things,’ she thought. ’Even if they could still grope someone, their hands should be ice-cold, right?’
At that thought, An Xiaoqing instinctively opened her eyes.
The first thing she saw was Chenyang’s face, filled with playful amusement.
Next, she saw Gao Tianqi, his eyes glazed over and his body trembling, a stinky sock stuffed in his mouth.
When her gaze shifted to the floor, she saw the shattered pieces of the vase.
Only, there wasn’t a single drop of blood on them.
An Xiaoqing asked, completely baffled, "What just happened?"
"Take a guess."
"Gao Tianqi missed you?"
"He hit me."
"But there’s no wound on your head."
Chenyang raised a fist. "He hit this!"
An Xiaoqing stared at it for a moment before saying, "A vase that big hit your hand, and you’re not even a little bit hurt?"
"What? Were you hoping I’d get hurt?"
"N-no, that’s not it. I just don’t get it..." An Xiaoqing shook her head, still baffled, and pointed at Gao Tianqi. "So what’s with him? You didn’t tie him up, so why isn’t he moving?"
Chenyang shifted to the side, revealing his other hand.
An Xiaoqing followed his gesture and was stunned to see Chenyang holding a sharp piece of the vase. The shard was pressed against a critical spot in Gao Tianqi’s crotch.
The shard looked incredibly sharp; it had already pierced through his pants.
In other words, if Gao Tianqi dared to move an inch, Chenyang could make him the last eunuch in the history of Huaxia!
"How did you do that? I clearly saw you didn’t react when he swung at you. And given the distance between the vase and your head, you should have been hit, even if you tried to dodge quickly."
"What if I told you that when the vase was less than five centimeters from my head, I casually threw a punch, blocked the fatal blow, and in the process, picked up a shard and subdued Gao Tianqi? Would you believe me?"
An Xiaoqing shook her head without a second thought. "Do you think you’re in a martial arts movie? Not even a three-year-old would believe such an exaggeration."
A smirk played on Chenyang’s lips. He stood up and kicked Gao Tianqi. "Take the sock out and tell your wife if I was telling the truth or just blowing smoke."
Gao Tianqi tremblingly raised a hand and quickly pulled the sock out.
Although the shard hadn’t pierced him deeply down there, the pain was already becoming unbearable.
More importantly, the sock was just too damn stinky.
"PTUI! PTUI! PTUI!"
Seeing him spit vigorously on the floor, An Xiaoqing mocked, "To be that disgusted by your own sock... just how gross can you be?"
"I... I have sweaty feet. It’s not like you don’t know that."
"Shut up and answer me. Did it happen just like Chenyang said?"
"Yes..."
Recalling what had just happened, Gao Tianqi couldn’t help but shiver again. The way he looked at Chenyang was as if he were staring at some kind of horrifying monster, his eyes filled with deep apprehension and fear.
’This kid is terrifying,’ he thought. ’A casual punch not only shattered the vase, but the force of the rebound jolted my arm so badly I can still barely lift it...’