Just because of that one word, "I can't bear to part with it," Fengguang's heart was racing again.

She couldn't understand the man in front of her. Although one could say that she had always been someone who couldn't see through other people, the only person who could make her feel unpredictable was this man.

Seemingly realizing the reason for Fengguang's silence at this moment, Wuya smiled again, patted her head and said, "My good disciple, it's getting late, get some rest."

Indeed, it is already dark.

Feng Guang didn't speak, and Wu Ya simply touched her dragon horns again, saying with a smile, "Don't be angry, get some rest."

After saying that, he walked out of the room in a cheerful mood, making sure to close the door behind him.

Feng Guang stared at the closed door, unsure of what to think. She raised her hand to touch the top of her head, where the dragon horns had disappeared. To say she was angry wouldn't be quite right; if one had to find a suitable word to describe her feelings, it would be "subtle."

Yu Kun is Wuya, and Wuya is her target...

Feng Guang sighed deeply, marveling at the strangeness of life.

She could only stay at Sunset Peak for the time being. Because she thought too much in the middle of the night, she suffered from insomnia. She didn't fall asleep until dawn, and she didn't wake up until the sun was high in the sky the next day.

With her eyes slightly open and still feeling confused, she saw the figure of a man sitting by the bed.

The sight was just the beginning. The moment she regained consciousness, she immediately sat up, clutching the blanket, then shrank into the corner. "How did you get in?!"

"I walked in." Wuya tilted his head and smiled again, speaking as if it were the most natural thing in the world, looking both innocent and charming.

Feng Guang gritted her teeth again, "I clearly locked the door!"

"This is Sunset Peak. The so-called lock means nothing to me." He rested his chin on his hand, his eyes smiling, and looked at her with exceptional tenderness.

That's so damn gentle!

Feng Guang rarely swore under her breath, her anger rising, "How dare you just walk into my room like that?"

“I knocked on the door.” His eyes were dim, as if he had suffered some injustice, and even his voice was filled with a pitiful sense of loss. “But Feng Guang didn’t open the door for me, so I came in by myself.”

Because she wouldn't open the door for him, he just walked in by himself!

This was the first time Feng Guang had ever heard of such a statement, and yet, the way he said it made it sound quite righteous. She wouldn't think that what he did was normal just because of this reason!

She threw a pillow at him and said irritably, "Is it gentlemanly for a grown man to just barge into a girl's room like that?!"

"A gentleman?" He repeated her words, then blinked and asked, "When did I ever say I was a gentleman?"

That's right, he never said anything like that.

Feng Guang's forehead twitched, and he was speechless.

He poked the dragon horns on her head again and said in a good mood, "Now that Fengguang is awake, let's go to Taiji Square."

She had already learned to ignore his casual poking at her dragon horns. She comforted herself, after all, even if she slapped his hand away, he would touch her again soon. The main thing was that she couldn't beat him, and if she angered him, she would be in big trouble.