Ji Yan is no more in this world.

There was no more Great Yan.

A handful of yellow earth, despised by thousands, gone with the wind—this is the best arrangement.

Ji Yan's eyes darkened.

Everything was proceeding smoothly and according to his plan.

However, Shen Jiao, whom he had never taken seriously, unexpectedly became an unpredictable factor.

She was like a fierce yet gentle wind, coming on strong and slowly entangling him, disturbing his once unwavering thoughts from the outside in.

Ji Yan didn't know what kind of feeling this was.

But it was enough to make him anxious, indecisive, and extremely restless.

"Hey, what exactly do you like about me?" he suddenly asked.

"This is a difficult question to answer; it's basically a feeling," Shen Jiao said, unable to articulate it clearly, as she had no experience in dating.

Anyway, with the tyrant as a standard, she would never be interested in any other man in her life.

In the next life, I guess I'll have to drink the Meng Po soup before I can change my request.

Ji Yan raised an eyebrow: "My money."

Shen Jiao rolled her eyes at him: "Do I look like the kind of person who's only interested in money?"

Ji Yanqian hummed in agreement, showing no respect for the girl: "Very similar."

Shen Jiao: "..."

There's no need to ask anymore; there's no answer to this question.

She no longer wants to like this big, dumb guy!

Ji Yan pointed to herself with her pale index finger again, her tone soft.

"My face?"

If the tyrant weren't a madman, this face would indeed be easy to fall in love with at first sight.

Relationships are complicated, and seeing that this guy wasn't really taking the conversation seriously, Shen Jiao nodded perfunctorily.

That's one reason.

"So you like my face? That makes things easier." Ji Yan smiled, her eyes crinkling.

Shen Jiao felt a chill run down her spine.