Her actions showed not a shred of hesitation, let alone the slightest forced stiffness. That was a pleasing born of instinct, a pleasure immersed within.
Under Tang San's cracked and bulging gaze, Ah Yin did not hesitate at all.
Her long hair hung down like a blue waterfall, veiling her hollow, dazed profile, yet it could not hide the curve of her snowy, graceful neck as it bobbed from swallowing.
She leaned down, submissively, devoutly, parting the lips that had once sung countless lullabies for him.
Then, she took that baguette, bit by bit, completely into her mouth. "Glug. Glug."
Tang San saw it, he saw everything.
He saw his mother's waterfall-like long hair swaying gently with her pleasing actions.
Not a shred of shame, not a shred of coercion. Only... skill and immersion.
Chapter 602: You should be content to die now, shouldn't you?
Bai Qinchen enjoyed this ultimate service, one hand leisurely stroking Ah Yin's soft blue long hair, encouraging her. His gaze crossed over her, carrying unmasked glee as it landed on the body within the ice cage that had already become like withered wood.
"Tang San, you saw it." Bai Qinchen said, as if stating the most ordinary fact: "Now, not only your Xiao Wu, even your mother is completely my woman."
"Qinchen, I'm going to kill you!!!"
Answering him was Tang San's blood-and-tears-filled roar, squeezed out word by word from his torn throat.
That sound no longer held its former clarity, leaving only a beast-like hoarseness and despair. "Heh." Bai Qinchen emitted a light chuckle, the laughter full of disdain.
With a thought, he withdrew the power of the Fourth Layer of Soul-Seizing Hand continuously applied to Ah Yin.
That overbearing power dominating her consciousness receded like a tide, and external sounds, light, and perception