"Haotian, why aren't you leaving!"
As Tian Haoze stepped out the door, he suddenly realized that Bei Minghaotian hadn't followed. He turned around and looked at Bei Minghaotian, only to see him standing straight at the door, looking unhappy.
"Just go your own way, why make such a fuss?"
Bei Ming Haotian glared at Tian Haoze. Did he think he couldn't see through Tian Haoze's thoughts?
Tian Haoze's body trembled slightly; he was still somewhat unaccustomed to those sharp, knife-like eyes.
Knowing that he now had a woman he loved, he understood his feelings, so he shook his head, turned and left. He didn't want to be forced into something thankless and difficult.
"Yan'er, remember this: if something like this happens again, you must never go alone, understand?"
Fei Ping said seriously that the fear he felt today had not yet subsided. If anything had happened to her, he would never forgive himself.
Yan'er? That damned Fei Ping, how dare he call her Yan'er? Isn't that insubordination? Bei Ming Haotian gritted his teeth as he listened outside the door, but he didn't dare to kick the door open. If he went in, Yan'er would definitely be angry with him. When had he, the dignified Demon Lord, ever felt so humiliated?
"Alright, Feifan, I'm fine now. Hurry up and finish your porridge, then get some rest."
Nangong Ziyan's tone, though seemingly unconcerned, possessed an irresistible allure.
"Yan'er...?"
Fei Ping called out weakly; he knew her temper all too well.
"Brother, Miss said that you should rest well after you finish your porridge."
Feifan knew that his elder brother was worried about the young lady, but if his elder brother continued, he would be overstepping his bounds.
Fei Ping glanced at Nangong Ziyan, who was feeding him porridge, and felt helpless before opening his mouth to eat.
Bei Ming Haotian, who was listening outside, felt a slight sinking feeling in his heart. Fei Ping's attitude was very clear, and even if Yan'er was stupid, she could see it.
"Feiping, that's right! People need food to survive, you'll feel unwell if you don't eat. You guys must not have eaten meat these days! Especially Feifan, are you drooling over meat now?" Nangong Ziyan winked at Feifan, looking very cute.
Feifan lowered his head in embarrassment. The young lady was right; he really wanted to eat meat.
"Yan'er, I also want to eat the roast meat you make."
When no one is around, Fei Ping likes to call her Yan'er. Occasionally, he will act coquettishly towards her, just like when she was a child and asked him to take her out to play.
"Okay! Once you're almost fully recovered, I'll cook you a big meal, all your favorite dishes."
Nangong Ziyan smiled sweetly. She loved the feeling of family happiness. Fei Ping and Fei Fan were not outsiders, but family. Fei Ping and Fei Fan liked to spoil her, and she liked to spoil Fei Ping and Fei Fan in return.
The three people inside the room chatted and laughed, but for Bei Ming Haotian outside, it was an ordeal. As the sky gradually darkened, his mood also sank. He didn't know Yan'er well enough. For example, right now, what young lady would personally take care of a guard? And what guard would dare to call his young lady by her name? This way of getting along was really intriguing...
Nangong Ziyan opened the door, and a tall, dark figure loomed over her.
Nangong Ziyan looked up and exclaimed, "Haotian, what are you doing here?"
Bei Ming Haotian glanced at her lightly, wondering if she was having too much fun chatting and hadn't noticed him standing at the door for so long.
"How could I be here? I've never left. You're all having such a good time, how could you possibly remember me?" Bei Ming Haotian said with a jealous look and a sour tone, looking just like a child.
"Oh! What a strong smell of vinegar!" Nangong Ziyan fanned her nose and couldn't help but laugh, gently closing the door behind her.
Bei Ming Haotian glared at her. Was he jealous? He, the dignified Demon Lord, would never be jealous.
The man, however, couldn't see the expression on his own face and stubbornly refused to admit it.
"Hehe! Haotian! You look like a lamp that has run out of oil, burning with anxiety."
-End of this chapter-
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