"explain."

He uttered a single word, looking down at Su Deng with an air of innate nobility and awe emanating from his very bones, as if he were the master of the world, radiating an invisible pressure.

“This jade pendant…” Su Deng lowered her eyes, tracing the jade pendant with her fingertips, and slowly looked up at Yan Sizhan’s face, which was so beautiful that words could not describe it. Her gaze went from his sword-like eyebrows that slanted into his temples down to his thin lips that were as pale as water, and a strange light flickered in her eyes.

The next moment, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Yan Sizhan by the collar, pulling him close and standing on tiptoe to press his lips against those handsome, thin lips.

"Holy crap!"

This time, Qin Xian, who was spying, really fell off the roof.

Su Muye, trapped in mid-air, had eyes so large they seemed to bulge out.

A warm sensation spread from the corners of his lips, seeping into his body and spreading to his limbs and bones. Yan Sizhan's expression froze slightly, and his imposing aura dissipated. Su Muye landed on the ground in mid-air.

His expression was blank, his dark and cold gaze looking into the girl's clear almond eyes so close to him, his confusion deepening.

Time seemed to stand still, the world seemed to freeze, and only the faint, intermittent sounds of suona horns and drums could be heard from the distant mountains.

"You... Hmm!"

It felt like an eternity had passed when the single character that had just begun to utter between Yan Sizhan and Su Deng, who were pressed together at the corners of their mouths, turned into a muffled groan.

Su Deng loosened his collar and forcefully pushed him backward.

As her lips left, the warmth in his body was suddenly withdrawn and replaced by coldness. Yan Sizhan looked down at the dagger embedded in his heart, touched the corner of his mouth with his fingertips, and looked at Su Deng with eyes free of ulterior motives.

"you……"

Before he could finish speaking, his tall and slender body swayed slightly.

Su Muye picked up the broken dagger from the ground and stabbed him in the back again.

"Clear..."

Yan Sizhan glanced back at him, then tried to continue clearing the mission. But as soon as he raised his hand halfway, he vanished like smoke, leaving only the half of the dagger that Su Muye had stabbed in from behind lying on the ground.

The oppressive atmosphere vanished instantly, and even the chilly wind became gentle.

Qin Xian, who had just climbed back onto the roof to continue spying, was speechless.

That's the Eighth Executive Officer!

This is... even ***** is allowed?!