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"Ming Dynasty, I'm willing to entrust my life to you. So, please stop doubting my feelings for you, okay?"

His voice was choked with suppressed sobs.

Hearing the White Snake's words, Shen Mingchao chuckled softly, not with surprise, but with a sense of absurdity.

Every word this person said was unexpected to her.

Is it appropriate to so boldly express one's feelings right when their trust has crumbled?

In this situation, she felt no emotion whatsoever; on the contrary, she was somewhat bewildered.

However, she does quite like the word "control".

For some reason, it aroused a wicked sense of amusement in her.

This is a very strange change in mindset. Before she knew anything about it, even if she vaguely felt that something was wrong, she would not investigate it at all.

After all, given her age, how could she possibly harbor any romantic feelings for these people? Nor would she overstep any boundaries and cause herself unnecessary trouble; she would only treat them as elders and treat them with respect.

Now that everything is out in the open, she suddenly feels that she doesn't need to have very high moral standards when dealing with this group of people.

Just like Li Chu back then, after discovering that he was a pawn being used by Wu Xie, his admiration turned into hatred.

Upon closer reflection, this could be seen as a kind of vengeful mentality. Seeing these composed people looking disheveled, uneasy, and even in pain in front of her, she felt a kind of almost morbid pleasure.

Thinking of this, Shen Mingchao looked at the white snake with a deep gaze.

The man's hat had long been removed, revealing a head of long, jet-black hair, as soft and light as the finest silk.

Shen Mingchao then realized that the White Snake hadn't cut her hair since they met, and it was now past her shoulders.

With his hair hanging down, the man's eyes were bloodshot, but there was not a trace of fierceness in them.

All that remains is a desperate, fragile hope, seemingly awaiting final judgment.

Now that things had come to this, Shen Mingchao stopped being coy.

Her gaze held a hint of playful inquiry, and she spoke casually in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"It is said that to kill a snake, you must strike its seven-inch spot, which is the most vulnerable and fatal part of the snake."

"And where is your Achilles' heel?"

"Here?"

The moment she finished speaking, her fingertips suddenly curled up, gripping the silver chain tightly, and she pulled it sharply in her direction.

The force was neither too light nor too heavy, yet it was clear enough.

The loose pendants hanging from the chain clinked together lightly, producing a soft and crisp sound.

Each tap strikes a chord deep within the heart.

The white snake is good at water.

People who swim regularly need to constantly engage their core muscles, which makes those muscles firmer. The constant scouring and friction from the water also makes that area of ​​skin thinner, more delicate, and more sensitive than others.

The slightest touch will cause them to instinctively tense up and tremble uncontrollably as they try to dodge.

For example, right now.

"What are you hiding from?"

Shen Mingchao said coldly, "Didn't you tell me to touch it? Didn't you say I could control you through it? Now I'm doing what you wanted, shouldn't you be happy?"

The white snake's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.

Shen Mingchao's words were clear to his ears, and he could hear the sarcasm in them.

But that yearning in my heart still overwhelmed everything else.

He gritted his teeth, trying his best to control his instincts, and forced himself to smile.

"No, I won't hide anymore."

Shen Mingchao smiled with satisfaction. The white snake was more obedient than he had imagined, but that was still not enough.

She suddenly increased the pressure on her hand.

"White Snake, what do you think would happen if I tore it in half? Would you be angry? Or sad?"

Shen Mingchao did it on purpose.

How could she not see how much the White Snake valued this object? But she insisted on pushing her luck, dancing wildly in the other's sensitive area to test the other's tolerance.

She thought the white snake would be furious.

Unexpectedly, this person did not play by the rules. He was only stunned for a moment when he heard her words, but quickly regained his composure.

He wasn't angry, didn't argue, and didn't even show the slightest displeasure. He simply looked at her and slowly spoke:

"If you don't like it, then don't take it. If this one breaks, we can exchange it for another one—silver, gold, gemstone, openwork, lace—we'll keep going until you find one you like."

hiss--

Simply.

Shen Mingchao gasped, completely unable to believe what he had just heard.

She also has a playful side.

This guy is really uninhibited. He doesn't care about dignity, face, or restraint at all. He says outrageous things without hesitation, so frank that she didn't know how to react for a moment.

There's always this illusion that if you slap the White Snake now, she'll be licked in return.

So she didn't want to play anymore.

Shen Mingchao's eyes sharpened, and after swiftly and decisively dismembering the white snake's arms, he ran away briskly.

As the white snake watched that receding figure, a feeling of suffocation arrived before the pain.

He collapsed backward, splashing water everywhere, and fell into the water.

As he fell, the light gradually went out.

Pressure came from all directions, and for the first time, he felt powerless in the very thing he did best.

Amidst the rippling water, the white snake saw a figure swimming towards him and mercilessly pulled him ashore.

With a "splash," the water burst forth.

The White Snake braced herself against the edge of the pool with one hand, coughing uncontrollably as she choked on water.

His long, wet hair clung to his neck and back, water droplets constantly rolling down his face, making him look utterly disheveled.

Before he could catch his breath, a series of harsh curses erupted around him.

"White Snake! Have you lost your mind?!"

"Practicing breath-holding doesn't have to be so reckless!"

"If I had discovered you any later, you would have drowned in there, do you understand?!"

"You've been around water since you were little, practically grown up in it, how could you make such a basic mistake!"

The White Snake was annoyed by the noise. She glanced at the angry-looking Kan Jian and felt no gratitude, only irritation.

He said coldly, "Noisy."

He then got up and walked towards the shower room.

"Feed—"

An angry shout came from behind.

Upon hearing this, the White Snake finally stopped in her tracks, turned around and looked at Kan Jian sitting on the pool steps, her tone indifferent.

"What is it?"

Kan Jian and Luo Que, who had surfaced in the water, exchanged a glance before Kan Jian looked up and asked, "White Snake, you seem so distracted. Did you try to explain things to Ming Chao a few days ago, but failed?"

So that's what you were concerned about.

The White Snake chuckled self-deprecatingly.

Since they asked him about it, he didn't mind telling them. It wouldn't hurt to annoy his rival.

Not entirely.

He gave a wicked and provocative smile: "To be honest, I confessed my feelings."

After saying that, the White Snake turned and left, not giving Kan Jian and the others a chance to ask further questions. He wasn't stupid enough to reveal everything.

For example, he was actually rejected after confessing his feelings.

Upon entering the shower room, hot water poured down.

The white snake lowered its head, and when its gaze fell upon the object at its waist, its eyes suddenly turned fierce.

They simply grabbed it and tore it off.

Useless stuff.

If you can't win her favor, then just die.

The silver chain snapped with a snap, scattering haphazardly like a torn piece of moonlight.

The white snake's pale eyes grew increasingly cold.