Chapter 95. Another Slap
With Zhan Ye’s spiritual barrier no longer offering any resistance, Su Tang controlled her spiritual power and slowly poured it into his body.
Sensing the view transmitted through her spiritual threads, Su Tang couldn’t help but frown. It was too dark. Zhan Ye’s interior had been completely occupied by these dark things. No wonder his spiritual barrier had been wound so tight; how much pain must he be in right now?
The spiritual threads instantly scattered. The light blue threads, shimmering with gold, cut through the heavy blackness, flowing freely within Zhan Ye.
The moment the black pollution mist touched them, it emitted a faint sizzling sound and quickly dissipated, revealing the original colors of the space.
Su Tang’s fingertips pressed against Zhan Ye’s chest. She clearly felt that as the black substances were driven out bit by bit, Zhan Ye’s body underwent a change.
His previously tense muscles gradually relaxed. Small, fragmented moans occasionally escaped his throat. Even in a coma, his body unconsciously moved closer to her.
“Mm, it seems your purification is more effective than imagined.”
An Se leaned against the equipment, watching Zhan Ye’s flushed cheeks with interest.
“It’s just that our lucky Mr. Sentinel is a bit useless.”
Look at that. Just a little stimulation and he’s already starting to act so thirsty. Why wasn’t his face this red when he was being held and kneaded just now?
Tsk, so pathetic. Is he really enjoying it that much?
Su Tang naturally understood the hidden meaning in An Se’s words. Her cheeks heated up. To be honest, now that she had entered Zhan Ye’s body, she realized that his arousal wasn’t first sensed through physical changes, but through his spiritual power… which kept intentionally or unintentionally entangling itself with her spiritual threads.
His spiritual power was scorching and lingering. Everywhere her spiritual threads went, those things would actively wrap around them with an intense, intimate longing.
Su Tang slowly opened her eyes and looked dissatisfied at Zhan Ye lying on the diagnostic table.
Knowing that he would inevitably become aroused was one thing, but those temporarily masterless spiritual threads were being a bit too reckless. They were genuinely hindering her treatment.
The body beneath her palm was getting hotter and hotter. His waist and abdomen rose and fell slightly, and the contour of his lower abdomen became increasingly prominent beneath the fabric.
“Oh? Why have you stopped?” An Se coughed lightly, his tone laced with teasing. “The pollution isn’t cleared yet. Have you been seduced by this dog’s courtship behavior?”
Su Tang gave An Se a strange look.
“If I may be blunt, Director An Se, you are being quite annoying right now.”
The man shrugged indifferently.
“Oh, is that so?”
“Certainly. I can handle the rest of the situation myself. If Director An Se has other business, don’t let this delay your work.”
“Are you kicking me out? Don’t. I think staying here is quite useful.”
Su Tang didn’t speak, but simply stared in An Se’s direction and raised an eyebrow, clearly doubting the truth of the man’s words.
“For example, I could lend you a hand when you’re being seduced into a daze…”
Or perhaps personally lead you into an even deeper vortex of temptation… who knows…
The look An Se gave Su Tang grew increasingly intense.
“Then just stay quiet and shrink into that corner. I don’t like people disrupting my rhythm.”
Su Tang snorted coldly. An Se raised his hands in a gesture of surrender and nodded helplessly at the girl. He then leaned into the corner and didn’t make another sound, though the gaze he cast her way became harder to ignore.
Su Tang concentrated, once again manipulating her spiritual threads to shake off the spiritual power that kept sticking to them, pushing toward the depths of the heart.
Her spiritual threads rapidly stripped away the remaining black mist. For every bit cleared, Zhan Ye’s moans became clearer, and his body pressed closer.
Su Tang opened her eyes again to find that the man’s head had moved in front of her other hand, which was resting at her side. His scorching breath blew against her skin, making her fingertips go numb.
“Nn… Tang Tang…”
Zhan Ye suddenly called out her name in a low, raspy voice. He was semiconscious but heavy with arousal, his body jerking suddenly.
Then, Su Tang found that the spiritual power within Zhan Ye was like vines, desperately lunging at her spiritual threads and entangling them tightly. No matter how she tried, she couldn’t shake them off.
“Tsk!”
Su Tang clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction. Then, she raised her left hand—the one currently enduring the invasion of Zhan Ye’s heat—and slapped the cheek that was nuzzling toward her palm.
Slap—
The crisp sound echoed in the dark room. An Se, huddled in the corner, flinched, but the interest in his eyes grew even stronger. Sure enough, after purifying Yasuo that day, a hidden door had clearly been opened for the little Guide.
“Nn…”
The man who had been slapped let out a dissatisfied hum, and his head moved toward Su Tang again. Seeing him about to roll off the diagnostic table, Su Tang couldn’t help but slap him again.
“Can’t you be a bit more behaved? I’m treating you! Why are you acting so thirsty? Can’t you just endure it for a bit?”
Then, her palm mercilessly twisted Zhan Ye’s head to the other side. The man, having been slapped twice, was clearly more settled, though the occasional hums from his throat were enough to set anyone’s teeth on edge.
Perhaps because the pollution was mostly cleared, Zhan Ye regained some consciousness. Entering his body again, those spiritual powers didn’t entangle her anymore and were much more behaved.
Su Tang controlled her spiritual power, freely clearing the mist within Zhan Ye. She didn’t let out a quiet sigh of relief until the very last wisp of mist was gone.
“The black pollution is cleared.”
Just as Su Tang was about to withdraw her spiritual power from Zhan Ye, she suddenly felt a burning pain from one of her spiritual threads. Focusing her attention in that direction, she discovered thick, blood-red mists scattered there.
The scattered spiritual threads were severely burned the moment they touched them. The stabbing pain traveled along the threads into her spiritual sea, and Su Tang couldn’t help but rub her forehead.
“What’s wrong?” An Se noticed her pause and immediately stepped forward to check the monitor. The area on the screen representing the red mist flashed with a piercing alarm.
“Reasonably, once the pollution values are cleared, there shouldn’t be such data. What did you feel?”
“Besides the black mist, there’s a lot of red mist in his body. This stuff is extremely aggressive. My spiritual threads were badly burned just by touching it.”
Su Tang’s spiritual power carefully bypassed the red mist. What on earth was this strange thing? It was different from what Mo Xiao had been contaminated with last time. The color was deeper, and its aggressiveness was incomparable.
Her face turned slightly pale.
“My spiritual power gets burned as soon as it gets close. It’s like it’s alive, attacking everything that tries to approach it.”
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