Baili Jun'ao's body was tense. The unintentional touch of the fingertips made his blood surge. The unique and pleasant fragrance relieved his turbulent heart and brought him into a state of self-forgetfulness. He lowered his eyes and carefully looked at Nangong Ziyan. Seeing her up close felt different. Still as a virgin, swift as a rabbit, this description was perfect. But looking at her up close, her features were even more delicate. He wondered how beautiful she would be when she grew up.
Nangong Ziyan ignored Baili Jun'ao's gaze, skillfully and quickly treating Baili Jun'ao's wounds, and then gave him a bottle of healing potion before putting the medicine box back into her spatial ring. She sat down opposite Baili Jun'ao, the room filled with a faint smell of blood, but it was quickly replaced by her unique fragrance.
“Young Master Jun has been injured many times in recent days and is very weak. He should pay more attention to rest,” Nangong Ziyan said seriously.
"Thank you for your concern, Miss Nangong." A flicker of an unknown emotion crossed Baili Jun'ao's eyes, a warmth flowing through his heart. He looked up at Nangong Ziyan with apology. "Miss Nangong, regarding what happened last time, it wasn't that I had any improper thoughts towards you. I was merely stating the facts to you. Please don't misunderstand." Baili Jun'ao knew that Nangong Ziyan was wary of him, but he wouldn't use her unless absolutely necessary.
Nangong Ziyan glanced at Baili Jun'ao, not believing his words. This world is a dog-eat-dog world, especially for someone with a special identity like her. No one is genuinely kind to her, except for her parents and two brothers.
"It's late, Young Master Jun, you should go back and rest!" Nangong Ziyan didn't want to talk about this issue anymore. The problem lay with her, and saying more would only add to her worries.
Baili Jun'ao's eyes flickered, knowing that she didn't want to talk more.
“Then Miss Nangong, please get some rest! Thank you for tonight, Miss Nangong, but…?” Baili Jun’ao looked at his clothes, unable to put them on with one hand, and looked at Nangong Ziyan for help.
Nangong Ziyan decided to go all the way and got up to help Baili Jun'ao get dressed. Just as she pulled Baili Jun'ao's clothes onto her shoulders, the door was suddenly pushed open.
Baili Jun'ao did not turn around. He knew who it was. With such a commotion, the Demon Lord's cultivation was very high, so it was impossible for him not to sense it.
Nangong Ziyan looked up in surprise and saw Beiming Haotian staring at her with a gloomy face.
"Haotian, aren't you resting yet? Yan'er thought you were asleep." Nangong Ziyan said as she helped Baili Jun'ao put on his clothes. She wasn't afraid of Beiming Haotian's gloomy eyes; on the contrary, she felt a little excited. He wasn't completely indifferent to her; he would get angry if he saw her with other men.
Bei Ming Haotian walked in step by step without making a sound. He watched as she grabbed another man's clothes, and the hands that had once held his were now on another man's body. He wanted to tear that man to pieces.
Baili Jun'ao stood up, not looking at Bei Ming Haotian, but at Nangong Ziyan.
"Yan'er, thank you for tonight." Baili Jun'ao's tone was gentle as water, and his handsome face was filled with an expression that even he himself was unaware of.
Upon hearing this, Nangong Ziyan's eyes widened in surprise as she looked at Baili Jun'ao with a puzzled expression.
Bei Ming Haotian suddenly stopped in his tracks, a flame of anger suddenly igniting within him, his eyes glowing red with murderous intent, his body tense. Even killing Baili Jun'ao would not alleviate the rage in his heart.
"Yan'er, I'll head back first tonight." Baili Jun'ao turned around and stopped abruptly as he passed Bei Ming Haotian. He looked at Bei Ming Haotian's red eyes, which were filled with murderous intent, with a smile in his eyes. He felt no fear and said in a secret voice, "Demon Lord, she is quite good. If the Demon Lord only wants to protect her, then I will strike first. She is even more wonderful than I imagined."
Suddenly, Bei Ming Haotian's charming eyes turned cold and ruthless as he looked at Baili Jun'ao. He didn't answer Baili Jun'ao's question, but instead walked straight to Nangong Ziyan's side.
"Why aren't you asleep so late?" Bei Ming Haotian asked Nangong Ziyan coldly, his eyes filled with anger. She had actually undressed for another man, which made him furious. He only wanted to kill people and see blood all over the ground before he could calm down.
Baili Jun'ao looked back at them, then walked out somewhat dejectedly. As for why he suddenly felt so down, he thought he understood what was going on.
"You weren't asleep either, were you?" Nangong Ziyan asked again, walking closer to Beiming Haotian with a bright smile on her face. She reached out and gently grasped the furious Beiming Haotian's large hand. Instantly, his red eyes turned black.
Bei Minghaotian felt like he'd hit cotton; the moment he touched that warmth, most of his anger vanished. The feeling of powerlessness left him feeling helpless. He didn't even have the courage to say he loved her, so what right did he have to be angry?
"Get some rest. Every day, we'll head to the Fengyun Tournament first, and then we'll go check out Shennong Realm after we get back."
"Okay!" Nangong Ziyan replied happily. As long as she was with him, she was willing to go anywhere. "Haotian, you should go back and rest too! We have to travel tomorrow." Nangong Ziyan turned around and walked towards the bed.
Bei Ming Haotian unconsciously followed, his domineering words escaping his lips.
"Yan'er, you are not allowed to touch other men again." As soon as he said it, Bei Ming Haotian regretted it. He couldn't say these words to her now.
Nangong Ziyan's body jolted suddenly, and she turned around happily to look at Beiming Haotian.
He asked impatiently, "Haotian, you like Yan'er, don't you?"
"Yan'er..." Bei Ming Haotian's gaze darted away; he admitted it in his heart, but dared not say it aloud.
"Haotian, don't rush. We've only known each other for a few days. You don't know Yan'er yet. You don't need to answer Yan'er right away. But if you want to find a wife, could you consider Yan'er first...?"
“Yan’er…” Bei Ming Haotian suddenly embraced Nangong Ziyan. Her understanding and consideration made him feel extremely ashamed.
"Haotian..." Nangong Ziyan was extremely excited, gently hugging Beiming Haotian's strong waist. Perhaps, she would soon know the answer she wanted.
-End of this chapter-
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