After being hit in the face by the system, I swapped bodies with Zhongli

Chapter 457 Fighting

"I'm really sorry. I thought you were asking me about your experience." Yuan Zhuoyue said as he stepped out of the bath and stood beside Morax.

At her feet, a patch of water soon appeared. Yuan Zhuoyue smiled faintly and said with an ambiguous tone: "...It does feel good."

Then she lowered her eyes and looked at herself. Compared with the pale and thin hands in the past, they now looked particularly bony, as if there was only a thin layer of flesh covering the bones.

The hands have become more fleshy, and you can see that the palms and fingertips are healthy and rosy. At first glance, they belong to the hands of a person who is healthy and has sufficient blood circulation.

Then he continued slowly, "...I feel a sense of relief I've never felt before. I feel like I haven't felt this way for a long time."

This is true.

When she was infected by the [filth], she was in a state of extreme confusion for a long time, unable to distinguish between illusion and reality.

This caused her to lose her appetite, sleeplessness, and she was often harassed by the pain caused by the power of [filth].

This condition accompanied her for quite some time, and became more serious as time went by.

It was not until Morax's arrival that she moved into his body and temporarily escaped the pain and harassment brought by the [filth].

But even so, when she was in Morax's body, she had a strong feeling of being bound and restricted.

It was as if her skin was wrapped in layer upon layer of plastic wrap. Although the feeling could not be called painful, it made her feel very uncomfortable.

But compared to before, it is much better, at least under this situation.

Yuan Zhuoyue can guarantee that he can get a good sleep.

And after that, even though Morax often sorted out her strength, the growing power in her body became an increasing burden on her mortal body.

All the negative states that she had felt in the past could not be said to have disappeared at this moment, but Yuan Zhuoyue could also feel that they had been suppressed to a lowest threshold.

She almost never felt any discomfort.

Her hearing is inexplicably sharp and she feels refreshed. Her current condition seems to have returned to her best period.

Yuan Zhuoyue seemed to mutter to himself, "...It is indeed as you said before. The method used before was slow and had little effect."

But after saying this, she suddenly raised her eyes and looked at Morax, and her gaze met that pair of extremely gorgeous and dazzling golden eyes.

"But I feel a little strange." Yuan Zhuoyue asked Morax, "...Although it was indeed me who teased you on purpose, I don't think my charm is enough to make you lose your mind."

"Although, food and sex are human nature." Her voice was full of disbelief: "But you actually took the bait! You took the bait so easily. This is totally inconsistent with my impression and cognition of you... I think you should not be moved at all, right?"

In response to Yuan Zhuoyue, a scarf was suddenly placed over her head, blocking her vision and making it impossible for her to continue observing Morax's face and the subtle changes in his expression.

Then Yuan Zhuoyue felt that the dry and soft cloth covering her head rolled up and wrapped her long hair covered by the veil.

With some gentle movements, Yuan Zhuoyue could also feel that the excess moisture hidden between the hair was quickly absorbed by the fabric that was close to the hair.

It was not difficult for Yuan Zhuoyue to guess that it was Morax who was holding the handkerchief and drying his wet hair bit by bit.

Yuan Zhuoyue suddenly raised his hand, grabbed Morax's wrist, and then snatched the handkerchief from his hand.

Then she started to wring out her long hair with her own hands. During this time, the room was silent except for the inaudible sound of the friction between her hair and the cloth.

But Morax never gave any answer.

Only after checking his hair and letting the water flow down did Yuan Zhuoyue stop what he was doing.

And he started to ramble again: "…When I was a kid, I was probably a few years old. At that time, I had just learned how to write my own name, so I picked up a pen and left my name on everything that I felt belonged to me. I left my mark."

As Yuan Zhuoyue spoke, he slightly lifted the hair at the back of his neck and placed his fingertips on the still slightly damp skin, where there was a mark emitting a smoky golden glow.

She said with a fake smile: "You do this because you think I belong to you?"

"That's not my intention." Morax, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke: "It's just... through this mark, I can more accurately assess your status and changes."

"...From what you said, you are on guard against me?" Yuan Zhuoyue suppressed the smile on her face and looked up at Morax who was close to her. The strand of hair that she had picked up with her fingers and was soaked in water was circling around her knuckles.

But other than that, her expression did not show any obvious changes. She just asked in a deep voice: "Then you are really amazing! Under such circumstances, you dare to be honest with me... allowing me to get close to you and touch those flaws at will."

However, there was inevitably a hint of sarcasm in her words.

Morax was a little stunned.

In the past that has now been covered up by powder, they have been honest with each other more than once, exploring and accepting each other.

But it was not because of lust, but because Yuan Zhuoyue needed to stabilize his increasingly out-of-control power, and Morax needed a rational Yuan Zhuoyue as his reliable helper.

This seems to be a forced choice, a compromise made by both parties, and a consensus they were forced to reach.

But even so, their goals are unified and clear, but every contact between them is never as peaceful as it is now.

It fought and bit like a trapped beast, relying solely on instinct to make the most primitive counterattack.

They wished they could tear off the other's flesh and blood and swallow all that vigorous power into their stomachs, so as to dissolve the fire that seemed to be burning in their chests and abdomens, and make them truly return to rationality and calm.

It was not a union of love, but another kind without any lust.

Fight.