Yan Li was wearing clothes that Wen Ze had never seen before.
The fabric, with its cyan base, was embroidered with intricate silver patterns. Her dark hair was tied back with a red ribbon, and her slender waist was so small that it could easily be encircled by two hands.
His slender neck and the bluish tinge beneath her skin were also incredibly alluring to him.
On her delicate face were a pair of beautiful, glassy eyes, with a red mole just below her right eye—neither seductive nor alluring.
Wen Ze rarely comments on a person because he almost never sees a living person.
Three hundred years have passed since he last saw a living person, and no one knows how he spent those three hundred years.
Yan Li looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the tall man was sitting directly on the crystal coffin. His unkempt silver hair reached his waist but did not look messy, and his golden eyes gleamed with a cold light.
His skin was as white as snow, and his lips were a vibrant, luscious red.
But beneath the black robe, apart from a pair of black underpants, he wore no other clothing, revealing his muscular physique.
He looks like he could kill nine of hers with one punch.
Commonly known as: a narrow escape from death.
Yan Li paused for a moment, deliberately ignoring the threat, and asked politely, "Are you the owner of this castle, the lord the steward mentioned?"
"nature."
The room was dark, with no lights or lighting equipment. The door behind Yan Li had been closed at some point, making the already dim room even darker.
The black robe fell to the ground, and Wen Ze, who had been sitting obediently on the crystal coffin, was now walking towards Yan Li. His movements were swift yet elegant, but his demeanor was frivolous and dissolute.
Yan Li couldn't avoid him in time, and by the time she realized what was happening, Wen Ze was already standing in front of her.
Wen Ze lightly lifted Yan Li's chin, sized up his prey, and then raised an eyebrow:
"You are quite attractive. Since you are unwilling to leave your legs behind, why not leave your body behind and be my bed warmer?"
Wen Ze had probably been lonely for too long. After staring at Yan Li's face for a long time, he suddenly changed his mind.
He originally intended to kill her.
Even the great Creator has selfish desires, and the scales of justice can tip in favor of one person. Yet He is so arrogant and haughty that He cannot tolerate anyone criticizing His work.
Therefore, after He bestowed upon her a unique physical form and unimaginable wealth upon her, He would not tolerate anyone betraying her.
Therefore, anyone who makes eye contact with her will fall irrevocably in love with her, offering their true heart to her, for this life and for all eternity, until death do them part.
Yan Li turned her head, dodging the hand gripping her chin and avoiding the golden eyes staring intently at her, and took a small step back:
"I have come to find the princess."
Although those furry balls said that a wicked witch would bewitch the warriors, Yan Li felt that the witch's gender was not as fixed as she seemed.
An unexpected answer.
Wen Ze seemed surprised that Yan Li would reject him, and he couldn't even see the slightest desire for him in her eyes.
Isn't his physique good enough? How can she remain unmoved?
This was the first time anyone had remained so calm after seeing his face, unlike the previous warriors.
interesting.
"Oh." Wen Ze, who had lived for thousands of years, was being rejected for the first time, and couldn't help but chuckle.
"But what business is it of mine for you to seek out the princess? All I know is that if you do something wrong, you must apologize. If you don't want to warm my bed, then leave your legs behind."
As he spoke, he stepped forward, grabbed Yan Li's waist, lifted her up slightly, turned around, and without hesitation placed her in the spot where he had just been sitting—the crystal coffin.
The sudden movement made Yan Li's heart skip a beat, and she instinctively grabbed the nearest thing to her, such as the man's robe.
However, Wen Ze was already dressed in very thin clothes, and after she pulled on them, he was even more barely clothed.
"Does the Warriors really need to be in such a hurry?"
Wen Ze looked at Yan Li, who had fallen most of her body into his arms and was clutching his clothes, and seeing her blank expression, he couldn't help but chuckle:
"Taking off someone's clothes on the first meeting is not a good habit."
Yan Li looked up and almost instinctively retorted, "Is the lord so polite? Who asks someone to warm their bed on the first meeting?"
As she spoke, her gaze fell to her lower body.
The translucent crystal coffin was not completely transparent; at least from Yan Li's current perspective, she still could not see the princess inside.
But thinking that there was someone else lying in the crystal coffin, and that she was sitting on someone else's coffin, Yan Li couldn't help but clasp her hands together in her heart and silently say several apologies.
Faced with Yan Li's questioning, Wen Ze did not get angry, but simply downplayed it:
"You're so sharp-tongued, why don't you say a few nice words to please me? Maybe I'd take pity on you and forgive your rude behavior just now."
Yan Li's spying was too obvious, but Wen Ze didn't find it strange. After all, everyone who came to this castle had the same purpose.
Even though he knew the reason, Wen Ze still felt dissatisfied.
What's so great about a princess she's never met that she'd be thinking about her? How could she not see a grown man standing right in front of her?
Thinking of this, Wen Ze gently squeezed Yan Li's waist, but his gaze was as if he were selecting pork on a chopping board.
Yan Li was too thin; there wasn't an ounce of fat on him. In his opinion, being this thin was unhealthy.
Moreover, she also overeats, which is clearly due to not knowing where her next meal is coming from.
But it doesn't matter. Since he intends to keep her by his side, he will naturally give her the best until the day he gets tired of her.
"Do the Warriors not know what to say? Then they should think carefully about which leg they want to compensate me with?"
As he spoke, Wen Ze moved even closer.
Yan Li narrowed her eyes slightly and leaned back, trying to create distance between them.
But just as she leaned back, Wen Ze's body pressed closer to her.
This is insane! An exhibitionist with necrophilia actually has feelings for living people.
Unable to bear it any longer, Yan Li reached out to push the person away and jump off the crystal coffin, but she had overestimated herself.
Despite her desperate struggles, she only got closer to the exhibitionist, yet she remained seemingly glued to the crystal coffin.
This is not scientific at all.
She was a warrior, capable of traversing mountains and valleys with ease, and braving fire and water with a single step. After seven days and seven nights of pursuit, even being chased by wild beasts, she only suffered a few cuts on her hands and feet.
However, he was subdued by the castle owner without lifting a finger.
That's so embarrassing.
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