Chapter 556 The Red Mark, Did He Do That?

Yu Yan raised her eyebrows slightly.

Is he trying to get her to praise him?

Seeing Yu Yan remain silent, Feng Su impatiently bit her ear, his sharp teeth gently rubbing against the soft flesh of her earlobe, his breath hot as he pressed her for an answer.

"Tell me, Yan'er, what makes me so outstanding, hmm?"

Yu Yan felt her legs go weak. "You are the Celestial Emperor."

Feng Su listened attentively, his phoenix eyes sparkling with eager anticipation, but Yu Yan only said four words before falling silent.

The man was clearly dissatisfied.

That's all?

Feng Su gripped her waist tightly: "Anything else?"

Forced to stand on tiptoe, Yu Yan's cunning disappeared, and she smiled as she leaned back slightly, placing her hand on his cheek. "A Su is excellent in every way."

She praised him generously, her peach blossom eyes revealing a gentle, watery tenderness.

Whenever she looked into those phoenix eyes, she couldn't help but think of their days in the world of cultivation.

It's unforgettable.

Excellent in every way...

Feng Su carefully savored Yu Yan's words, which could be considered the highest praise, and then, as if thinking of something, his eyes darkened.

He pinched her earlobe and said in a hoarse voice, "If you like it, then so be it."

Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist.

The woman's wide white sleeves slid down as she touched the other person's cheek, revealing the red marks left from her confrontation with Ji Wuye.

Feng Su's face was tense, his eyes filled with the impending storm.

Feng Su: "He did it?"

The moment Yu Yan's wrist was grabbed by him, her heart skipped a beat.

When he asked her this time, she pressed her lips together and hummed in agreement.

She only hoped that Feng Su would not ask any more questions.

But who is Feng Su? Besides, he had already noticed Ji Wuye's unusual behavior.

"Does it hurt?" Feng Su asked while holding her tightly.

Yu Yan even suspected that he could put another red mark on her arm.

She struggled slightly, and Feng Su loosened his grip accordingly.

A damp, itchy sensation came from her wrist. Yu Yan looked up in surprise and saw Feng Su gently kissing the red mark.

My heart was instantly filled with a dense, astringent feeling, followed by an endless swelling.

Yu Yan's eyes trembled slightly as she comforted him, "It's nothing, it was just during the fight with Wu Ye."

"Don't speak." Feng Su nibbled at her skin with his teeth. It didn't hurt, but the itch went straight to her heart.

He lowered his head, his thin lips moving as he touched her wrist: "What about anywhere else? Are you hurt?"

Yu Yan couldn't see the depth in his eyes. She smiled, "No, besides, I'm his master, he wouldn't dare, sigh—"

Feng Su didn't believe her words at all. It wouldn't have mattered if she hadn't mentioned it to his master, but she had touched a nerve with him.

He swept her up in his arms in a princess carry.

Yu Yan had no choice but to wrap her arms around his neck: "What are you doing?"

Feng Su glanced at him but didn't say anything.

He entered the house in a few quick steps and placed Yu Yan on the small couch by the window.

Yu Yan was about to stand up when Feng Su pressed her down.

If she insisted on standing up, Feng Su wouldn't have been able to stop her. But now that she's being held down, it's clear her will isn't that strong.

Feng Su bent down and stroked her face. "What am I doing? If Master doesn't tell the truth, then your disciple must check it myself."

He emphasized the words "personally inspected" when he said them, and Yu Yan couldn't help but tremble.

Feng Su felt a sense of frustration, which arose after Yu Yan mentioned that she was her master.

Did she think that being her master was some kind of get-out-of-jail-free card?

She truly had no idea how sought-after she was!