Chapter 173 (First Release)...

Whenever this was mentioned, Jeremy felt a sense of disappointment and frustration towards Wang.

He looked at Ning Wanwan, this fragile and vulnerable human, who was also the reason why their powerful king had stayed here and was reluctant to leave.

"Therefore, I am different from our king. I really hope you can pass the test." Then he quickly left the illusion.

To save you from being stuck in this illusion, our king, as if under a spell, willingly stayed in this illusion as well.

Jeremy shook his head. It was an accident that Qi Lin and Zhou Yanyao, those two humans, were able to force their way into this illusion, but it did increase the probability of Ning Wanwan leaving the illusion.

Unfortunately, Zhou Yanyao's actions in sabotaging the test, along with Ning Wanwan's growing trust and dependence on them, completely enraged the king.

Therefore, Wang was willing to use his own power and suffer damage in order to forcibly kick those two guys out of the illusion.

It was precisely because of this that Jeremy was even more determined to help Ning Wanwan escape the illusion as soon as possible.

Otherwise, their king would really turn into someone whose mind is only filled with this human's love-struck brain all day long!

If it weren't for the fact that this illusion was so difficult to work with, and that escaping it was entirely up to the individual, Jeremy would have already taken matters into his own hands and gotten Ning Wanwan out of there himself.

Ning Wanwan: "I feel like I've heard the word 'test' so many times."

Moreover, this applies to different populations.

So, what exactly is the test?

Ning Wanwan had a premonition that this would be a very important issue for her that she absolutely had to figure out.

"Whatever your purpose is, thank you for handing me this letter left by Qi Lin and Zhou Yanyao," Ning Wanwan said earnestly to Jeremy.

Jeremy clicked his tongue. "Don't thank me. I don't need this stuff."

Ning Wanwan pursed her lips and smiled at him.

Jeremy: "..."

Jeremy: "!!"

He stumbled back several meters, crossed his arms, and glared at her warily, shouting.

"What are you doing? Trying to tempt me? No way! I'm not one of those humans with weak willpower..."

Ning Wanwan: "Uh."

Did she do anything?

Although she felt confused, Ning Wanwan, being a polite human, decisively chose to ignore the demon's incomprehensible words.

“Speak louder, and your ‘king’ will be able to hear what’s going on here.”

"..."

"Ha, how could that be?"

Despite his defiant words, Ning Wanwan noticed that his body tensed up for a moment before he deliberately relaxed.

"Forget it, I'm not going to waste my time here with you. I'm leaving now."

Under Ning Wanwan's inexplicable gaze, Jeremy visibly stiffened. Then, he turned his head away, uttered some harmless but intimidating words, and disappeared.

Ning Wanwan: "A strange demon."

However, if all demons were like this, that would be a good thing.

Thinking of this, Ning Wanwan couldn't help but smile, but when her hand touched the cool pages of the envelope, her smile slowly disappeared.

Actually, she didn't tell the truth to that devil named Jeremy.

She understood the contents of the letter.

The clues Qi Lin and Zhou Yanyao left her before they disappeared... were few, but very useful to her. She seemed to have realized who was behind it all.

Although she wasn't really willing to believe it... after all, she could feel that the person's kindness towards her wasn't fake.

Of course, Ning Wanwan didn't want to jump to conclusions about many things. If she hadn't been confronted with so many things that forced her to think, she would have preferred to be an ostrich burying its head in the sand.

Let's just take it one step at a time...

Ning Wanwan thought to herself, silently exhaled, turned around to leave, but suddenly bumped into something.

A faint, eerie voice then rang out.

"Wanwan, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

"Hiss..." Ning Wanwan's forehead hurt from the impact, and her heart was pounding.

Before she could react, her chin was gently lifted by a pair of hands, and a cold sensation came from the part of her forehead where she had been hit.

"How could you be so careless?" The other person's voice was somewhat indifferent, but the movement did not hurt her.

Ning Wanwan held back for two seconds, and seeing that he still had no intention of taking his hand away, she finally couldn't help but whisper, "Ansil..."

"Hmm." The other person's voice was devoid of emotion.

He didn't speak, and Ning Wanwan pursed her lips, not daring to open her mouth either. She didn't even know when Ansel had arrived or how much he had seen.

"Wanwan, you're such a good girl..."

Ansel, however, seemed to be addicted to touching her, his icy fingertips repeatedly caressing Ning Wanwan's forehead and cheeks... watching as the girl's fair skin was kneaded by him until it turned an ambiguous pink.

"Ansil...it hurts..."

When she realized that the other party's actions not only showed no signs of stopping, but were actually getting worse, Ning Wanwan finally couldn't help but take a deep breath and speak up to stop them.

However, the voice was soft and low, and didn't seem to have any intimidating power.

Ansel raised an eyebrow, not stopping but instead becoming even more unrestrained with his fingertips: "Wanwan's voice is so pitiful, is she trying to make me stop?"

His icy fingers brushed casually across the girl's blushing earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Anseil...!"

Ning Wanwan could no longer hold back. Instinctively, she grasped his fingers and tried to push him away. Whether it was because she was angry or cold, her lips were tightly pressed together, her eyes were misty, and even her eye sockets were red.

She is weak, and in the face of a powerful predator, her resistance may only be arousing the "appetite" of the predator.

As the dominant party, Ansel should naturally be able to do whatever he wants, including what he most wants to do right now.

—To brand the girl in front of him with a mark that belongs only to him.

But through their long time together, Ansel knew that the girl's feeble resistance at this moment was serious. Because of trust, or something else, she hadn't run away; she was simply standing there.

Ning Wanwan is timid and gentle, but at times she is also stubborn; there is no human being more stubborn than her.

If he continues to ignore the girl's wishes, he might immediately destroy something he doesn't want to expose yet.

So Ansel pondered for a moment and obediently stopped.

He still preferred the girl to look into his clear, dependent eyes, and didn't want her to look at him with a different kind of gaze for the time being.

"Wanwan, your cheeks are so soft, it feels so good to pinch them. I got so engrossed in pinching them without even realizing it." Ansel blinked, looking completely innocent.

A handsome young man with blond hair and purple eyes, even when he does something offensive, it's hard not to believe him. Even if he had just committed a heinous crime, or even killed someone with a knife, many people would probably still think he's innocent.

Ning Wanwan frowned and retorted softly, "It was clearly intentional..."

She didn't look at him again; it seemed that Ansel's handsome face could no longer attract her attention. She simply lowered her head slightly, constantly rubbing the patch of skin that Ansel had just touched.

It seemed that this way she could quietly stop talking to him and leave without any further incident.

Ansel would not allow the girl to harbor any real resentment towards him.

Seeing that Ning Wanwan was truly dissatisfied, he narrowed his eyes, leaned closer, clasped his hands together, and spoke in a sweet and pitiful tone.

"I'm so sorry, Wanwan, I really didn't mean it. Please forgive me. How about I cook your favorite dish for you tomorrow?"

Because Ning Wanwan kept her head down and wouldn't look at him, he bent down, his head almost touching the crook of her neck, the fluffy golden hair tickling her a little.

Ning Wanwan's eyes widened, and she subconsciously placed her hand on his head: "W-why are you suddenly like this? I'm not used to it..."

Isn't that a bit too much of a descent into arrogance? The change is huge...

He had that look on his face that seemed like he was about to devour her, but now he's acting all pitiful and coquettish... It's like he's switching between two completely different faces without any hesitation.

"Because I don't want Wanwan to be angry with me." Ansel said matter-of-factly. Since the girl was holding his head back with her palm to prevent him from getting close to her neck, Ansel didn't insist and took the opportunity to rub against Ning Wanwan's palm.

Then he straightened up quite naturally, looking completely at ease, as if he hadn't done anything to be ashamed of.

Ning Wanwan: "..."

“Wanwan seems to have forgiven me.” Ansel carefully examined the girl’s somewhat dazed expression and suddenly smiled.

Ning Wanwan couldn't help but glare at him: "You're not allowed to say anything more."

Ansel obediently made a zipping motion with his lips, then turned around to prepare the ingredients for the meal he would make for Ning Wanwan tomorrow.

As Ansel's figure gradually disappeared from sight, Ning Wanwan finally relaxed her tense body slightly.

During the exchange, she had unknowingly broken out in a cold sweat, and her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

When Anseille got so close, did you notice her nervousness?

Ning Wanwan didn't know, and didn't dare to think about it in detail.

She subconsciously pressed the envelope tightly inside her clothes pocket through the fabric, then gently exhaled.

Whether he discovered it or not, at least she now has a clue.

However, it was really a delicate situation. Thinking back, before Zhou Yanyao and Qi Lin came here, she and Ansel lived quietly in this little house, trusting each other and almost depending on each other for survival.

Now, it seems something has been broken, and she even has to investigate behind Ansel's back...

Even after returning to her room, Ning Wanwan remained conflicted. She locked the door and carefully took out the envelope. Much of the content was blurred, as if deliberately erased by some force. Besides reminding her to be careful of Ansil, the most important point was—to stay alert.

Ning Wanwan didn't quite understand what "staying sober" meant, or what aspect it referred to.

What level of clarity constitutes true clarity?

Ning Wanwan read through the letter for a long time, memorizing its contents, before finally looking up. She looked around the room, wondering if there was anywhere she could hide something. After hesitating for a moment, she finally found a candlestick and burned the envelope to ashes.

After cleaning up the traces, Ning Wanwan threw herself back onto the bed, stared at the ceiling for a long time, then slowly closed her eyes and uttered a barely audible sentence—

"Ugh, so annoying..."

"what to do……"

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Author's note: Wanwan is still worried that Ansil might suddenly change his attitude and kill her.