Chapter 42: I Am Not the Kind of Woman Who Forces Others - I Forged Them in Darkness, and They Buried Me in It

**Chapter 42: I Am Not the Kind of Woman Who Forces Others** "You need to see clearly—I am not your husband." These brief words kept echoing in Luo Cong An's mind. Chen An wasn't lying. Luo Cong An could also tell he indeed wasn't lying. He really didn't remember, and it seemed he didn't find it necessary to remember either. With lowered eyelids, Luo Cong An's expression was momentarily unreadable. Chen An stepped back half a step, intending to bypass her. He still had to return to the orphanage to continue braiding Chen Xi's hair, and he had no time to entertain this inexplicable woman and play any role-playing games. Despite her striking appearance and aura. Unfortunately, Chen An was rather mundane and did not wish to engage in too much entanglement with her. His steps came to a halt once again. But this time was involuntary, as someone had grabbed hold of his clothes hem tightly. This bizarre scene fell into Wang Que's sight, causing his eyelid to twitch incessantly, prompting him to quickly close his eyes. I see nothing, I see nothing at all. He chanted in his mind, gripped by a strong desire for self-preservation. "Don't..." The voice, akin to a whisper in the wind, was subtle. Chen An had lost his patience. Expressionless, he raised a wooden stick and swung it down toward the slender, graceful hand. The stick stopped its descent just before impact. "Let go," Chen An demanded coldly. Luo Cong An raised her eyes, her pupils somewhat unfocused. She shook her head. Thus, the stick descended fiercely, striking her hand with a muffled thud. Her delicate, white back of the hand began to swell and redden quickly. Yet, the woman kept her grip resolute, refusing to release it. Chen An, speechless, let wisps of spiritual energy seep from his fingertips, forming a sharp blade. With a swift motion across the hem of his garment, the faint connection between them was finally severed. Luo Cong An finally reacted. She observed the spiritual energy surging around Chen An and, as if she suddenly recalled something, forced a smile. "Yes, yes, spiritual energy." She mumbled, releasing an overwhelming spiritual power, far exceeding countless times that of Chen An's. "You can't escape, sir," Luo Cong An softly declared—not negotiating, not questioning, but stating a fact. Spiritual energy wandered about, binding Chen An to the spot. The boy furrowed his brow. It's beyond him to fight back. That was an easy judgment to make. Her strength far surpassed his current standing, at least a couple of realms beyond, leaving no room for resistance. Expressionless, he watched the woman approach. Her slightly swollen hand reached up and tenderly caressed the boy’s face. Luo Cong An's hand trembled slightly, yet moved with deliberate steadiness. Nearly a millennium of searching and waiting was finally turning into reality—not just intangible images and visions, but tangible, touchable substance. "You'll remember." "We, together." These were her final words spoken. In the next moment, a flash of spiritual light left both the woman and Chen An vanished, leaving only Wang Que and others gaping at the scene. Eventually, regaining his senses first, Wang Que looked at his bewildered colleagues behind him, maintained a serious expression, and declared: "I saw nothing." --- Within a cave dwelling. Chen An was bound. Though there were no ropes on him nor had he suffered any substantial harm. It was undeniably a bona fide kidnapping. Still, a kidnapping that occurred right under everyone’s noses. The ordinary ropes were merely replaced with strands of pure spiritual energy. Standing before him, Luo Cong An's cheeks were flushed, and in her conscious mind, a voice protested wildly. "Do you even know what you're doing? If word gets out, what about my dignity..." To have seized a man to bring back to her cave abode, especially a man who was her disciple's classmate. She could already foresee how people's gazes might change towards her. An entire societal death. She felt deep regret over surrendering control of her body. It's clear now that this crazy woman undoubtedly pulled an outrageous stunt! She’d confidently assured nothing inappropriate would happen. Is this considered inappropriate? Then what is? Sadly, the part of Luo Cong An that belonged to Lin Jing Qiu's master had long lost bodily control, relegated to witnessing with eyes wide open. "You'll regret this." Facing the peculiar woman talking to herself, Chen An slowly spoke five words. He wasn't fear-mongering; while he might be lacking in strength now, give him some more time to cultivate. Their roles would reverse. Chen An would ensure she understood what cruelty meant. "If you release me now, I might be able to..." The boy’s words were abruptly cut off. For something soft had pressed upon his lips. Next, arms wrapped around his neck, with her soft and supple form cascading over. The woman closed her eyes, her cheeks a bright red. The atmosphere plunged into silence, growing distinctly ambiguous. Even the voice within her mind, that one always protesting, inexplicably squeezed her legs tight. Their proximity was nearly crossing into negative space. Chen An met her gaze. They were eyes filled with a myriad of emotions, like limpid pools of autumn water. Confusion, nervousness, even the faintest hint of shyness. But most dominantly, they bore a charm seeming capable of melting all existence, a frenzy released from an eternity of pent-up desire finally breaking free. Chen An conceded, even with his firm resolve, at that moment, his mind wavered. The woman licked her lips, her breath fragrant, oozing allure. Though she was tempted to throw caution to the wind, to complete everything then and there. She was acutely aware, however, of the pesky spiritual split within her mind—one that had developed self-awareness and had its tolerance stretched to the limit. Pushing further would assuredly lead to a desperate confrontation with it. Such recklessness wouldn’t be wise. There was still time; she could take things slowly, meticulously. Just the thought of it made Luo Cong An quiver with anticipation all over again. She reasoned it wasn’t her fault. The excessively prolonged waiting period had subtly altered her devotion. Turning her into one of those defiant disciples. It's quite normal. Luo Cong An consoled herself, once again approaching the boy, planting a kiss under his cold gaze. "Haven't you had enough?" Chen An's fists clenched hard, but he could only silently endure, unable to move an inch. The woman smacked her lips, wiping the corners of Chen An’s mouth with her fingertips. Her eyebrows arched gracefully, her laughter full of delight. "Alright, let's get to the main point." Hearing this, Chen An tensed. Luo Cong An seemed to notice his tension and chuckled, "Don't worry, sir. I'm not the kind of woman who forces others." Chen An watched her quietly, "You'd better not be." In the next instant, their consciousness seemed to transcend time. Guided by Luo Cong An, Chen An stepped into a mystical river of time. (End of Chapter)