Chapter 213: Backlash

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Alyssa was speechless, thinking: What kind of logic is that? Because a former male friend fell for Belinda Harris's charm, he now plans to do nothing and just watch this woman go after the one he likes?

At that moment, she suddenly had a thought: "I guess you're happy about this too, right, Lina?"

Lina Adric gave an awkward smile without directly answering: "Sorry, I'll make it up to you later. I'll accept any punishment."

But Alyssa had calmed down a bit. She noticed that Li Mochen's condition had improved again; his gaze was icy cold, looking at others as if they were mere weeds or ants.

Alyssa was very familiar with this state. Whenever Li Mochen entered this mode, his combat power became exceptionally strong. He would be especially cold, aloof, contemptuous, and his tongue would turn vicious.

In the dark world, they had encountered magical creatures skilled in mental illusions several times, but they were helpless against Li Mochen in this state. A succubus's charm should also be a form of mental illusion, and Alyssa believed its effect on Li Mochen would be extremely limited.

At this moment, Li Mochen had indeed entered the state of 'Heavenly Mind Illumination,' gradually suppressing the surging flames of lust within him.

After all, this was not like before when his spirit was severely injured and he had no resistance against external demons. The girl in his arms was not Angela either. So, although the process was difficult, he managed to forcibly calm his abnormality.

Then 'Heavenly Mind' Li Mochen became very displeased. This shameless woman dared to seduce him with petty tricks—what audacity!

But just as 'Heavenly Mind' Li Mochen was about to counterattack, the director beside them suddenly interjected: "Great! Your cooperation is very smooth, very natural—perfect. I don't think we need to practice anymore. We'll start soon; just maintain your current state. Let the makeup artists come over and touch up your makeup."

'Heavenly Mind' Li Mochen had to temporarily give up. But at that moment, he felt the palm of his hand being scratched by her tender fingers. As he frowned and looked over, Belinda Harris winked at him playfully, her expression in others' eyes indescribably charming and cute.

Li Mochen, however, frowned deeply, forming a '川' shape between his brows, and let out a cold snort full of anger and disdain. He directly shook off Belinda Harris's hand and strode away.

This left the latter stunned and confused, which seemed to anger her. Her eyes, which had been full of tender affection, suddenly showed a hint of cold mockery.

——This man would ultimately not escape her control.

Li Mochen didn't let anyone touch up his makeup. He felt he was already surpassingly handsome, with no one else in the world more handsome than him. Those powders and such would only disgrace his unparalleled elegance. Besides, why would a grown man wear makeup? It was effeminate and gave him goosebumps.

About three minutes later, at the director's command, Li Mochen and Belinda Harris came together again and began to dance gracefully in the ballroom.

At this time, not only did an unnatural peach color appear in Belinda's eyes, but a teardrop-shaped mark on her forehead also flickered faintly.

"You surprise me. My charm spell can't affect you. But I won't give up, Mr. Wieldenstein—"

During a break in the dance, Belinda murmured softly: "I don't want to do this, but you leave me no choice!"

At that moment, a faint fragrance emanated from Belinda's body, exceptionally pleasant, intoxicating, and making one unconsciously sink into it.

Li Mochen's aura was cold. His expression was aloof and arrogant, still looking at the girl in his arms as if she were roadside weeds.

He now regarded her as an ant performing a dance, while she was completely unaware of how ridiculous and pathetic she appeared in the eyes of this observer.

"Look at me, darling, right now!"

The corners of Belinda Harris's mouth curled into a perfect arc. She looked up at Li Mochen with infatuation, the teardrop mark on her brow now a distinct pale purple.

But the girl saw not a trace of infatuation, adoration, or even lust in Li Mochen's eyes—only disdain and dissatisfaction.

She noticed that Andrew Lee Wieldenstein's entire body seemed to emit a faint golden light, like the radiance of ancient gods in Greek frescoes.

The girl was deeply disappointed and puzzled. Then she suddenly felt that the man before her was so beautiful. There should be no more handsome face in the world; every angle was flawless, without any blemish, making her want to caress it. And his figure—though it looked slender, upon actual contact, it was surprisingly well-built, with firm but not hard muscles, very comfortable to lean against.

——And that cold, masculine aura made her feel like she was melting. Her heartbeat involuntarily quickened, and her face flushed. In the final part of the dance, she almost clung to Li Mochen; it was only because he forcefully led her that she maintained the rhythm and steps.

Heavenly Mind Li Mochen was very proud; he would not allow himself to make mistakes, even if caused by others.

Twenty seconds later, the director on the sidelines exclaimed excitedly, "Cut!" "Great, perfect! Not just the dance, but both of your expressions were spot-on. The boy's cold detachment and the girl's adoration and infatuation were fully displayed. I don't think we need a second take; even if we shoot again, we probably won't achieve this effect."

'Heavenly Mind' Li Mochen immediately let go, even patting his shoulders and chest with a hint of disgust—those areas had been touched by Belinda Harris.

But the girl opposite him no longer cared about his actions. At that moment, blood suddenly gushed from her nose, causing exclamations from those around. Everyone quickly gathered around and led Belinda Harris to a nearby room to rest.

Not far away, Angela first looked at Belinda and her group of assistants with confusion, then walked over to Li Mochen, staring at him with a strange expression.

"What's wrong?"

After the filming ended, Li Mochen had returned to normal through self-imposed psychological suggestion, and then he saw Angela's odd look.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Is something strange about me?"

"That woman, she seems to have fallen for you."

Angela looked thoughtful, with the expression of a great detective: "A-Mo, could it be that you've awakened Titan bloodline? And a high-level one from the start? No, if that were the case, it wouldn't be enough. You should have dual bloodlines now, and it's the dragon blood of the Silent Demon Dragon, right?"

"You guessed right." Li Mochen looked at Angela with some surprise: "I'm now a level 7 Dragonblood Sorcerer and a level 7 Titan Holy Warrior. That happened a few days ago."

"I knew it—"

Angela showed a look of understanding, then burst into loud laughter, holding her stomach, completely disregarding her lady-like image. Finally, she laughed so hard she was weak, grabbing Li Mochen's hand to steady herself.

"Are you crazy!" Li Mochen felt baffled, his brows knitting together: "What's so funny? Is my bloodline something to be ashamed of?"

"It's just funny!"

Angela had laughed so much she slid to the ground, unable to stop. One hand pressed her stomach, the other pounded the floor: "How should I put it? In Eastern terms, it's like 'the mountain has its tigers, the river its crocodiles'? Or 'the hunter becomes the hunted'? Or 'losing the bait and the fish too'? Too funny! A-Mo, just wait and see—things are bound to get interesting—"