Upon hearing this, Tu Longjian's eyes darkened. His well-meaning senior brother had ruined things for him!

Gan Xiuming was about to pour out his heart to her when he was abruptly interrupted.

An Lan sensed that Tu Longjian's aura had dropped, and felt somewhat guilty.

He was only there to uphold justice and to speak out for Tu Longjian.

It was definitely not because he found Gan Xiuming's groping hands on Tu Longjian's hands offensive that he rushed over to stop him.

Gan Xiuming looked up unhappily, and the handsome and elegant face of the man in the pink shirt in front of him stung his eyes.

He instantly recalled the scene under the peach tree in the courtyard and felt somewhat annoyed.

"You're the man who came looking for Chun-hyang? You guys?"

Jealousy and a furious outburst of provocation flashed in his eyes.

Gan Xiuming's favorability rating has decreased by 15, currently at 45 and is continuing to drop...

Tu Longjian gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "No need for Senior Brother to worry, I know what I'm doing."

An Lan paused in her fan-waving, her beautiful eyes widening in astonishment as she looked at her: "Are you really that infatuated?"

"The you I know isn't..."

Before she could finish speaking, Tu Longjian interrupted her sharply. Her eyes were filled with helplessness, but her voice was unusually cold: "Senior brother doesn't understand. I love him, so I will accept everything about him."

—Until he fell in love with me, and fell into the abyss.

But the last sentence could only be said silently in one's heart.

Taking a step back from An Lan, his long legs slightly unsteady, he forced a smile and said, "I was unaware of the feelings of young cultivators these days, and I apologize for my presumption."

After saying that, he silently walked to his seat.

Tu Longjian gazed at his retreating figure, his eyes deep and unfathomable.