Chapter 174 What, you don't dare to open it?

Jiang Xianwan felt increasingly aggrieved and wronged as he spoke.

Thinking of those seven things is heartbreaking; I clutch my chest, unable to bear the memory.

Yun Weize lowered his eyes and gazed at her for a long time before smiling slightly, "Then you are quite good."

Why are they ignoring her?

He claims to have seven, yet he keeps making excuses?

Finally, unable to bear being attacked by Xiao Zi, he accepted the situation.

What, are they going to laugh and praise her for doing a good job?

Jiang Xianwan: "..." Is her reputation really that bad?

Does nobody believe her?

Where, and when did she get seven?!

If it weren't for the fear that Xiao Zi would stir things up again, Jiang Xianwan would have wanted to put up another desperate act of resistance.

Seeing her angry but unable to speak out, Yun Weize responded with a cold laugh.

He stretched out two fingers, lifted her up, placed her on the futon, and rightfully occupied the bamboo chair.

With long legs outstretched, slender fingers casually picked up a lychee from the plate and took a crunchy bite.

Under Jiang Xianwan's resentful gaze, he slightly raised his elbow and covered her entire face with his large sleeve.

"Don't look at me like that."

She even became resentful.

He was truly suffocating.

She lost her innocence, and the female hooligan ignored her completely. She also had seven other men. What emperor could possibly do something like that to her?

Oh, Emperor Yin Neng.

Jiang Xianwan: "..." That's enough.

Is he three years old?

Jiang Xianwan slumped to the side, curled up on the futon, smelling the faint fragrance from her sleeve, her eyes wide open to only see darkness.

It was as if...they had given up resistance.

Yun Weize glanced at her sideways, moved his sleeve aside, and slipped a lychee into her hand.

His voice was neither warm nor cold, simply saying, "Peel."

Jiang Xianwan: "..." Fine, I'll peel it off!

Just don't argue with her.

She resignedly picked up the lychee and peeled it halfway through. When she saw that only half of the shell remained, she thought for a moment and decided to put it in her mouth to comfort her wounded heart.

after all……

She is the innocent one who has been wronged and is suffering injustice!

A thin, bony hand silently reached out and ruthlessly squeezed the flesh out of the shell.

Without the slightest bit of pity.

Jiang Xianwan held up the half-shelled shell, looked at it for ten seconds, then threw it away, reached into the plate, picked up a shell, and peeled it open.

Two slender, white fingertips once again mercilessly pinched away the thing that had just reached her lips.

Jiang Xianwan: "..."

He quietly picked up another one, quickly peeled it open, and threw it into his mouth with lightning speed.

The lychees were snatched away again.

Yun Weize's dark hair was spread out on the bamboo chair. He tilted his head slightly to one side, pinched a plump, white lychee, brought it to his lips, and took a gentle bite.

Jiang Xianwan: "..."

Okay, so everyone's targeting her, the innocent one?

She turned her head away resentfully, determined not to reach out.

Yun Weize glanced at her again, then peeked out two fingertips from under his sleeve, leisurely picked up a pearl, peeled it slowly, and put it in her mouth, his voice light and calm, as if he were talking about the weather today.

"Who are those seven men of yours?"

He just wanted to know who they were.

Otherwise, I can't sleep.

I can't sleep at all.

Jiang Xianwan shuddered and looked warily into a pair of seemingly calm eyes.

Not again?

How would she know who they are!

She also wanted to know who they were!

She glanced at the sky with deep resentment, then bit into the lychee in despair, as if biting into her own battered heart.

He mumbled incoherently, his voice numb: "Who do you think... they are?"

He says whoever it is, then it is.

Just don't let her say it.

Yun Weize tilted his head slightly in the misty rain, staring into her eyes thoughtfully, "Feng Huixue, Di Yin, my brother, the Demon Emperor, and who else?"

Jiang Xianwan: "..."

Anyone? Anyone?

She also wanted to know who else was involved!

Jiang Xianwan glanced at the sky again, holding her breath, not daring to utter a sound, much less daring to refute what he had just listed.

To numb yourself: Anyone will do.

Now, he can say anything, even a dog.

Seeing that she remained silent, Yun Weize's lips curled into a strange smile again, and he gently placed his hand on her shoulder. "Feeling guilty again?"

Jiang Xianwan felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if he had been shot with an arrow, and the fruit pulp almost entered his lungs.

He coughed violently a few times, clenched his fists, and gritted his teeth as he said painfully, "Damn Fei Ling, I'll tear his mouth off!"

How shameless!

Just tell me how shameless he is, why did he have to say something like "six" to them?

Now he stays up day and night, jumping around in the channel, spewing out cheesy pickup lines one after another.

Unfortunately, he's the group admin, and she can't disband it!

Hua Buxiu and the others didn't speak, nor did they leave the group!

It made her heart clench.

Yun Weize lowered his eyes, curled his lips, and drawled, "Fei Ling."

"You called again?"

When are you planning to see him?

Jiang Xianwan: "..." Can't you speak properly?

Can you?

When did she say she wanted to see him?

When the Southern Emperor gets stingy, he can be truly bizarre and eccentric, causing even living beings to retreat.

Over the past ten days or so, Jiang Xianwan's temperament had been tempered to a very strong degree. With a weak groan, she followed him in death.

Anyway, the blame has already been placed on her head.

Yun Weize's eyes curved slightly. He had laughed so many times today that it was as if he had gone mad. His chillingly faint smile hadn't stopped. "What about the remaining three?"

Am I there?

His lips curled slightly upward, and the words he uttered with elegance carried a unique flavor.

Jiang Xianwan: "...!"

Does the heavens have to talk like this?

Is she destined to die again today?

She also wanted to know... if he was there.

Jiang Xianwan looked up and met those deep, probing eyes, which also held a hint of seriousness.

Was Yun Weize blaming her for ruining his reputation?

Or...what's wrong?

Although Jiang Xianwan was quite confident in his personal charm, it was just confidence, not narcissism.

They might think that Yun Weize is also jealous and is demanding an explanation and a title from her, and that all the big shots in the cultivation world love her.

The likelihood of them settling accounts is very high.

Painfully lowering her eyelashes, she said, "Your Majesty, this disciple truly does not deserve to die."

Damn Fei Ling!

Brother Tian Tian, ​​Brother Ye Ye, Brother Bu Ting.

She felt that Hua Meiren and Yun Weize were almost being treated as her men by her brother!

Yun Weize lowered his eyelids slightly, placed the half-peeled lychee back on the plate, lightly brushed his fingertips across his sleeve, then crossed them over his stomach, and closed his eyes.

Jiang Xianwan: "..."

Are you angry again?

Why are you angry now?

What exactly does he want to hear?

have?

No?

Who says women's minds are hard to guess? Men's minds are even harder to guess!

Jiang Xianwan secretly glanced at Yun Weize. Although his breathing was steady, her intuition told her that he was not asleep at all.

He's probably plotting how to get back at her.

Just as I was about to seriously consider his opinion, I added: What do you think?

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door outside the courtyard.

He knocked twice very politely, paused for a moment, and when he received no response, he seemed to hesitate for a moment before knocking twice more.

It's certain that it's definitely not my senior brothers, and it's even less likely to be Shi Yunxiao and Chu Weining.

Even when Shi Yunxiao comes to see her now, he doesn't even knock; he just kicks the door open.

Such politeness is something you can count on one hand among people in their community.

It wasn't hard to tell who the newcomer was.

However, in this situation, it's a bit... scary.

Jiang Xianwan shrank back and secretly glanced at the unresponsive Southern Emperor on the bamboo chair, her face contorted with worry.

Should we open this door or not?

She's quite sensitive to men now; she's kicked Shi Yunxiao out three times already.

But then I saw Yun Weize with his thin, dark eyelashes closed, his eyelids not lifted, his voice like a gentle breeze on a spring night, faintly brushing across the heart, carrying a hint of tenderness.

The sound fell beside my ear, yet carried an inexplicable and immense danger.

"What, you're afraid to drive?"