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Two souls meant facing the same thing with two starkly different attitudes.
Specifically for the Queen Mother of the West, it was alternating between a look of sheer pleasure and a slight biting of her lip, showing a somewhat painful yet enduring expression.
This was quite novel for Jiang Lu.
Even for him, having two souls in one body was somewhat bizarre.
It was hard to describe what kind of feeling this situation gave him.
It was somewhat like watching a pair of sisters in front of him, the lewd one, long accustomed to and taking joy in chastisement, helping Jiang Lu restrain the other sister, attempting to assimilate her into depravity.
It also resembled a story about a substitute, where a sunny and cheerful girl discovers she is just someone else's stand-in, and in a fit of indignation turns utterly malevolent, exacting fierce retribution on her original self.