Chapter 163: Diabolical CV Big Shot 12

"Lie down!" he said in a soft voice. Saying this, he closed the door, after which the room fell pitch black.

After finishing this section, Yang Tong reached out and placed his hand on the switch for the only remaining light, dimming the already faint illumination even further.

Hearing his words, Tang Wan slowly lay back onto the sofa.

Immediately after, Yang Tong could be heard continuing to read: "She obeyed inexplicably, lying down upon the blanket. Right after, she felt his desire-filled hands gently exploring and caressing her body, searching for her face. His hands caressed her face with infinite tenderness, bringing her boundless warmth and comfort. Finally, he softly kissed her cheeks."

And as he read, his hand—just as described in the book—began tracing upward starting from Tang Wan's thigh, until it finally came to rest on her face.

Before long, a kiss as light as a feather fell upon Tang Wan's cheek.

Tang Wan's eyelashes couldn't help but tremble slightly.

She had thought this guy abducted her here to take her by force, but as it turned out, he was planning to use literary works to test her boundaries?

…

A moment later, the lighting brightened slightly.

At this time, Yang Tong put down the book and asked Tang Wan in a gentle voice, "How does it feel? Do you understand what kind of character you need to channel?"

Hearing this, Tang Wan looked at him with a face full of confusion, seeming as though she had only just snapped back to reality.

"Teacher Yang Tong..."

"You can just call me Yang Tong."

"Alright, Yang Tong, do I really have to voice this kind of thing? When you read it, don't you feel it's hard to speak out loud?" Tang Wan asked.

Hearing this, Yang Tong smiled faintly. His narrow, long phoenix eyes glinted with an indescribable light under the dim illumination. "Why would I find it hard to speak out loud? Don't you think this genre of literary work is very interesting to voice? Do you want to listen to a few passages I recorded in the past?"

Tang Wan was taken aback for a moment, then nodded her head.

In the next moment, Yang Tong stood up, walked to the computer, and opened a file.

Before long, a deep male voice sounded in the darkness: "In the beginning, it was a pleasure as if ascending to immortality. Liu Xie felt as though he were holding a massive brush, splashing ink onto a piece of pure white, soft Zuo Bo paper. The brush tip was fully saturated with thick ink, splashing droplets around as it moved, leaving scattered marks on the smooth paper. The edges of the paper curled up shyly and subtly as if to resist, yet were forcibly pressed straight and flattened, allowing the long, hard brush shaft to maneuver freely—horizontal, slash, vertical, right-falling stroke, hook, return—every single stroke carried such vigor and power, penetrating straight through the paper. Yet right in the midst of this hearty, unrestrained writing, a tiny smudge began to slowly expand. Unnoticeable at first, it gradually bled through the entire sheet, completely ruining this magnificent piece of calligraphy..." [From Secret of the Three Kingdoms]

Tang Wan: ???

How the hell am I supposed to look at calligraphy normally ever again?!!!

Stinky rogue!

Shameless!

…

After this passage finished playing, Yang Tong walked back over to her and sat down. "Do you like it?"

Tang Wan rubbed her arms, then nodded her head.

Seeing this, Yang Tong chuckled softly. That laughter was extraordinarily seductive and teasing in the quiet dark night, making Tang Wan feel as though her heartstrings had been plucked.

Immediately after, Yang Tong stuffed the script into her hands and said, "Try one more time?"

Tang Wan nodded her head. Wearing the headset, her lips quivered with difficulty before she began reading.

After a short section, Yang Tong shook his head at her. "The tone is too stiff and not soft or charming enough. Start over."

Tang Wan tightened her grip on the script, nodded, and started over.