"In your eyes, am I just a foolish and desperate woman?"

"From the moment the Apocalypse Society pushed you to my side, when you first made contact with me, I employed my own methods to investigate everything about you, and it was then that I knew you were a disciple of the Apocalypse Society."

Chen Che was momentarily stunned, inexplicably feeling a bit jealous.

Chen Che stared at that exquisite face; he remembered that the reason the Apocalypse Society placed him beside An Nishang was because he resembled someone important to her.

That person died protecting An Nishang and her brother.

A bit like the term... white moonlight?

Seriously, could An Nishang have such deep feelings for that deceased man? After seeing his face, she knew he was from the Apocalypse Society, yet she could tolerate his presence by her side?

An inexplicable sensation spread in Chen Che's heart, making him a bit upset, leaving a bite mark on An Nishang's shoulder. The pain on her skin caused a mist to flash in An Nishang's eyes.

Charming yet obsessed.

She continued to speak.

"Your tactics are laughable, with various coincidences leading a dead man's face to stand beside me, trying to stir up my memories, stirring up my guilt.

Everything is too coincidental, everything is too obvious.

Do you think I really can't perceive it?"

Chen Che embraced her, feeling An Nishang's heartbeat, suddenly recalled an anecdote from his past life.

The founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang, most loved Imperial Consort Ma. If Zhu Yuanzhang were a sharp sword, this first empress of the ages was its scabbard.

She accompanied Zhu Yuanzhang from when he was a penniless nobody until he became emperor.

To ensure Zhu Yuanzhang could eat a warm pancake, she used her body for warmth, even scorched her own chest.

Zhu Yuanzhang's feelings for her were encapsulated in a sentence left in the history books after her death.

The emperor wept bitterly and vowed never to take another empress.

From then on, Zhu Yuanzhang became an unsheathed sword, killing countless for his empire and the long-lasting continuity of the Ming Dynasty.

Noble heirs and clans dared not raise their heads.

An online saying depicts this:

In his old age, if Zhu Yuanzhang met a pancake-selling girl on the street who bore a nine-tenths resemblance to Imperial Consort Ma and gave Zhu Yuanzhang a pancake, what would the outcome be?

The likely outcome is that the girl would be brought into the palace by Zhu Yuanzhang, enjoying a brief period of wealth and honor.

Once the Jinyiwei finished investigating everything, the girl's family would be exterminated.

The Ming Dynasty would face the greatest massacre in history.

The number of people involved might exceed the combined total of the four great Ming cases!

Those with scheming minds can easily detect the intention of manipulation in all this.

An Nishang is no exception, when a man very much like the one in her memories appears, engraved with the image of a deceased past affection.

Everything is too deliberate! Too deliberate! Too damn deliberate!

If An Nishang hadn't investigated, she would have been a fool.

Her intelligence network, once she gets serious, the Apocalypse Society would be unable to stop it.

Chen Che's breath brushed against An Nishang's fair earlobe: "So, because of this face of mine, even though I'm from the Apocalypse Society, I can still climb into your bed?"

An Nishang chuckled lightly.

She sensed a hint of emotion in Chen Che's tone, resting on that firm arm with closed eyes, she said, "I am indeed easily hungry, easily thirsty.

I need constant feeding to satisfy my body's needs.

But why do you think I would be a slut for anyone, allowing just any man to climb into my bed?

And why would you think that this face, very much like yours, could climb into my bed just like you?"

Chen Che was stunned, unable to comprehend what An Nishang meant.

"But that's what everyone outside is saying... That deceased person seemed to be the only man who ever moved your heart."

"Chen Xuanliang... He liked me, admired me, I know.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have died saving me and my brother.

He was my most loyal Death Warrior.

But aside from our roles, if you truly want to talk about a relationship between a man and a woman, I feel the same about him as I do about other men—uninterested. There's this repulsive aura that, no matter how hungry I am, I'd rather starve, feel miserable, than eat."

In that moment, Chen Che's brain turned into a complete mess. If so, why did An Nishang favor him, make him a bedfellow?

An Nishang seemed intrigued by Chen Che's utterly bewildered look, finding it amusing. Her fair finger traced his lips, pressing on the corner of his mouth, and she said, "Hard to understand?

Curious, since I didn't have that special feeling for Chen Xuanliang, why did I devour you without hesitation when I saw you?

Because of my Demon Pattern."

"Due to this Demon Pattern, ever since I received it, my desires have been constantly increasing.

Desires need to be alleviated, be it through power, slaughter, or lust.

They are like a constant flock of monstrous beasts entangling me. If I can't guide them for release, I'd go mad, be driven by desire into becoming a demon.

Among these, only lust can quickly release my pent-up desires.

Only lust can make me feel pleasure during the release, quickly relieve the pressure.

So I like men, I need men."

"But I can smell the odor of men in this world, their souls are putrid beyond endurance, like contaminated with radiation, I can hardly tolerate skin contact with these men.

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