Western Venom's Dilemma

"I'll close it, right away!" Wanyan Liang chuckled and hurriedly turned around to shut the door, secretly thinking that this woman had probably been deprived for far too long and was already overcome with desire.

The only thing that displeased Wanyan Liang was that his body still did not seem to be reacting as he had hoped. But when he thought of how Madam Tang could help him later, he no longer cared as much.

However, when he eagerly turned back around, what he saw was not Madam Tang lying alluringly across the bed, but an unexpected man smiling at him strangely.

"Assassin—" Wanyan Liang had just tried to cry out when Song Qingshu suppressed his voice in his throat. His entire body became utterly unable to move.

"Look into my eyes." Song Qingshu's pupils turned pitch-black, while the light gradually faded from Wanyan Liang's eyes.

After Wanyan Liang left, Huang Rong slipped out from behind the screen and looked at Song Qingshu with a complicated expression. "I never expected your Soul Transfer to have reached such a level."

Song Qingshu leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Rong'er, you understand now how easy it would be if I truly wanted only your body, don't you?"

Although Huang Rong was unwilling to admit it, she knew Song Qingshu was telling the truth. With the mastery of Soul Transfer he had displayed, hypnotizing her would be as easy as turning his hand over. At that point, she would treat his every word as an Imperial Edict and fulfill any demand he made.

"Why didn't you do that?" This was what puzzled Huang Rong the most. If Song Qingshu had truly used Soul Transfer on her, then forget willingly lying beneath him and catering to him—even if he made out with her