ARRRRGGGHHHHH!!

Qin Ye’s consciousness was going crazy at the back of his mind. He couldn’t resist the urge to tear at Arthis’ neck as he bellowed, “Watch your image!!”

Where did you get that round paper fan anyway?! Was this something you’d already obtained in preparation for the possession of my body tonight?! How did I not notice this?!

“Get! Out! Of! Here!” He screamed at the top of his voice, raging and ranting but to little effect, “Give it back! Give my body back to me!! Return to the stupid silicone body you’ve come from!!”

“What’s the hurry?” Arthis responded placidly, “It wasn’t easy finding a human body, so what’s wrong with making good use of it? Can’t you let me take centerstage for just a little while?”

“How dare you treat my body like a stage for performances?! Scram! Get out right now! Bloody hell, my reputation as a straight man is crumbling at this very moment!”

How embarrassing!

It was one of those moments that was so shameful that it would continue to linger endlessly in one’s memories, surfacing every now and then and giving one the urge to bury his face and yell at the top of his voice!

Arthis turned a deaf ear to his cries.

Then, just as his body passed the first emissary, his posture became even more effeminate - he actually began to strut through the temple as though it were a catwalk.

“Aaaaaghhhh! Eyes… my eyes!” Qin Ye slammed his head...