After Teasing the Crazy Mermaid, He Actually Deceived Me into Marriage - Chapter 9

Impulsive words often slip out in the heat of emotion.

Unable to bear it any longer, Si Tang raised her eyes to meet his gaze directly, her retort seeming to be squeezed out between clenched teeth. “If there’s no difference at all, then why are you wearing clothes?”

His breath hitched abruptly, and he narrowed his eyes slightly as if in disbelief. “What?”

This rebellious, almost blasphemous statement left Fan Yi utterly astonished.

Moreover, Si Tang’s act of staring straight at him while uttering those words was nothing short of a challenge to divine authority.

Since his creation, aside from the Father God and his elder brother, no deity had ever dared to act so insolently in his presence let alone a mere human. It was as if he were seeing this human anew. Ignoring her retreating steps, he closed in on her.

In truth, Si Tang had regretted her words the moment they left her mouth. She didn’t dare repeat them and stiffened her neck as she backed away, sensing his increasingly unpredictable and dangerous gaze. A chill ran down her spine.

Fan Yi effortlessly grasped her chin, and before she could resist, his hand closed around her slender, vulnerable neck.

The icy touch at her throat felt like a cold blade pressed against it. Though he hadn’t applied much force, Si Tang found it hard to breathe. Every hair on her body stood on end, as if needles were pricking her skin, and her nerve endings screamed with terror.

His gaze darkened, and when his long, peach-blossom eyes narrowed, the oppressive aura was terrifying.

Si Tang feared death, but she feared the aura emanating from him even more.

Knowing when to yield is the mark of wisdom, she stammered, “Lord Fan Yi, let’s talk this through. I apologize.”

Fan Yi watched her eyes expressionlessly, yet inwardly, he found it even more peculiar.

If she feared death, how could she have dared to say such a thing earlier? If she didn’t fear death, why did she now appear so desperate to live?

Humans truly were contradictory and complex creatures.

His cold fingertips traced the pulse at her wrist, as if savoring the sweet blood flowing beneath. Even his deep blue peach-blossom eyes took on a bloodthirsty glint, and for a moment, Si Tang sensed genuine killing intent.

He relished the fear transmitted through her skin, as if the tremors resonating through her very flesh excited him. After a moment, a flicker in his eyes signaled the birth of a new game.

“I can spare you,” he said, his melodious voice coated with a deceptive softness, like honey. Yet his grip remained ruthless as he dragged her roughly before him, forcing her to meet his gaze.

His mesmerizing blue eyes, deep and misty, resembled a kaleidoscope, but to fall into them was to realize they concealed an abyssal hell.

Si Tang wanted to shut her eyes, to escape that captivating blue, but for some reason, she couldn’t look away.

That sensation returned. His cold fragrance seeped into her senses, pervasive and inescapable. His slightly smiling peach-blossom eyes were even more dangerous than when expressionless devoid of warmth yet irresistibly hypnotic, as if intent on dragging her into hell.

Dizziness and numbness washed over her; once again, control of her senses was stripped away. This time, it felt distinctly different, indescribable yet utterly terrifying.

Cold sweat drenched Si Tang as she screamed inwardly:

He wants to destroy. He wants to destroy everything.

Her breathing grew more rapid, her heartbeat thundered uncontrollably like a drum, and dizziness overwhelmed her. All that remained in her vision and mind were those deep blue eyes and that impossibly perfect face.

Just as she was about to succumb to darkness, the hand gripping her throat suddenly released its hold.

Si Tang collapsed weakly to the ground, her body drenched in sweat. Beads of perspiration dripped from her forehead onto her eyelashes. Blinking with difficulty, her blurred vision gradually cleared to reveal the godlike man calmly wiping his hands with a handkerchief.

“Heh.” He let out a low, inexplicable chuckle that made Si Tang’s hair stand on end.

Fan Yi’s gaze fell upon the red finger marks around her neck, his eyes showing no trace of pity only growing amusement.

To think she could withstand a god’s allure for so long, nearly losing consciousness yet retaining her awareness. An ordinary person would have been reduced to mindless obedience long ago.

Truly worthy of being his chosen plaything.

But it didn’t matter this made things all the more interesting.

Si Tang felt his burning, barely contained excitement, and her fear and hatred toward him peaked.

As if deciding she was no longer entertaining in her current state, Fan Yi mercifully released her, his tone almost cheerful.

“I’ll send medicine for your wounds. You must live well. I believe you’ll continue to surprise me, human.”

The hem of his black robe edged with gold gradually disappeared from her sight. When she looked up again, Fan Yi had vanished completely. Si Tang bit her lip hard, the burning pain in her neck a stark reminder of how close she’d come to death.

Yet she was now absolutely certain: he didn’t want to kill her anymore.

He had found a new game to play.

This was a game of destruction.

What he wanted to destroy was her very personhood. He wanted her to surrender to him without any sense of self.

Once she became a puppet with no will to resist, he would devour her as his prey.

In the flickering candlelight, a cold gleam flashed through Si Tang’s eyes.