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The whispered words of Di Cangli left Mofeng both deeply shocked and incredibly stirred. Yet, he still didn't know whether he had actually done what she claimed. He tried to deceive himself, thinking, "I was just being a scoundrel to her while I was asleep? Pfft—absolutely impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Di Cangli looked at the utterly unconvinced Mofeng, who was demanding proof. She offered him a faint smile and waved her delicate, porcelain-smooth hand before him.
"Chronos Recall!"
As Di Cangli’s command echoed, a ripple appeared before Mofeng like the surface of a pond, forming a screen. The images displayed the scene exactly as it happened after Di Cangli had captured him and pulled him into her embrace.
In the projection, Mofeng fell into a deep sleep the moment she held him. Less than a minute later, everything Di Cangli had whispered in his ear began to play out on the screen. Seeing his sleeping self committing such beastly acts, Mofeng’s eyes were filled with regret. The sequence lasted for a full quarter of an hour before he finally relaxed his hold, turned over, and continued to sleep soundly.
With that, the scene concluded, and Di Cangli waved her hand to dispel the vision.
As the image vanished, Mofeng, still reeling from the sight of his own actions, felt such intense remorse that he wanted to slap himself across the face. "You useless thing! How could you have been sleeping at a time like that!"
While Mofeng was consumed by regret over missing out on such a wonderful encounter, Di Cangli crouched before him, watching Little Mofeng with a playful smile. "Well, little thing, do you know regret now?" she asked softly. "It’s a pity that there is no cure for regret in this world. You can either submit to me, or... well, you can just submit to me."
Di Cangli found the sight of Little Mofeng more and more amusing, and she couldn't resist teasing him.
Hearing her words, and recalling the intimate whispers she had shared, Mofeng’s eyes suddenly lit up. "Are the things you whispered to me just now still valid?"
"Hmm?"
Caught off guard by a question that seemed completely unrelated to the direction of the conversation, Di Cangli was stunned for a moment; she hadn't expected this little fellow to play by his own rules.
"Didn't you want me to marry you?" Mofeng looked at the stunned Di Cangli, his eyes betraying a hint of anticipation. "Since that's the case, is what you whispered to me earlier still valid?"
"It is. What this Emperor has said, and the promises I have made, have never been broken."
Hearing this, a joyful smile bloomed on Mofeng’s face. "In that case, let me experience it again. After all, I was asleep before and didn't know what it felt like."
Mofeng, that cunning rascal, looked at Di Cangli—whose cheeks were gradually flushing red—and gave her a shameless, cheeky grin.
"Mmph—"
He had assumed that by saying such things and putting on a lecherous expression, he could make her change her mind. But to his complete shock, the bold woman simply proved her point through action.
"Ooh—"
This behavior was absolutely wild. Mofeng felt completely overwhelmed, drowning in a sea of pure, unadulterated bliss. It wasn't just his eyes that were filled with happiness; his mouth was filled with it, too.To be honest, Mofeng felt absolutely no aversion toward the Di Cangli who had appeared before him. In fact, it was love at first sight! Leaving aside her immense power and breathtaking beauty, those "Mount Everest" peaks of hers, paired with those long, slender, jade-white legs, were the kind of things one could admire for a lifetime.
In particular, those smooth, jade-like little feet made Mofeng—who was certainly no warden—wish he could just... well, indulge himself. The only reason he had harbored reservations was that her strength was so terrifying; he was afraid he wouldn't be able to handle her. As a proud man, the thought of being ridden by a woman—especially while currently stuck in this infant body—was something he had struggled to accept. That fear was the reason he had hesitated for so long.
But now, he wondered: did it really matter who was on top? Since he couldn't resist, he might as well enjoy it to the fullest. Damn it all, who wouldn't want a stunning wife who proved her devotion with actions rather than words? To worry about petty things now would be ungrateful.
Di Cangli, holding Mofeng, gazed down at the little one. Her soul-stealing, fox-like eyes narrowed, gradually becoming hazy. After an unknown amount of time, she was drenched in sweat, as if she had been fished out of a lake. Her breathing grew heavy, and her small mouth parted as she panted.
"My little husband, are you satisfied?" she asked. "I never speak empty words; I only prove myself through action."
Looking at Di Cangli, Mofeng nodded like a chick pecking at grain. Satisfied? He was beyond satisfied!
"You've worked up quite a sweat, you little rascal." Seeing his reaction, Di Cangli gave him a coquettish glare and reached out with a slender finger, lightly tapping his little bottom. "It's perfect, let’s get you cleaned up too."
As if struck by a sudden thought, her hazy eyes lit up. Before Mofeng could react, she carried him into the Spirit Spring.
"Come, come, let me give you a good wash."
Watching little Mofeng float on the surface of the Spirit Spring, Di Cangli reached out with her "wicked" hands. Mofeng stopped thinking entirely, abandoning all resistance and letting her do as she pleased. Anyway, he was so small that even if she wanted to do something, she couldn't. Besides, even when he grew up, he wouldn't resist whatever she wanted to do. After all, he wouldn't be the one losing out.
"You female hooligan, what are you doing!"
Just as he was closing his eyes, enjoying the sensation of the Spirit Spring bathing his entire body, Mofeng suddenly opened his eyes wide. Seeing Di Cangli, who had flipped him over with glowing eyes, his face flushed with a mixture of shame and anger.
"So, all you men are built like this?" Di Cangli asked, reaching out to flick him.
"You female hooligan!!!"
Witnessing her actions and hearing her words, Mofeng felt a sense of utter humiliation.
"Awoo!"
"Mm."
With that cry, little Mofeng bared his fangs and brandished his claws, lunging straight toward the "Mount Everest" before him.