Chen Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and after realizing something, he broke out in a cold sweat.
She hadn't thought about making a deal with him just now. Did she... want to help him?
"What's wrong? Why do you look so bad?"
Feng Xingyao leaned closer to her, taking in her astonished expression, with a barely perceptible hint of concern in his tone.
She avoided his gaze and regained her composure, saying, "I just thought of something bad."
"not good?"
"Yeah." Chen Yan lowered her eyes. She realized that she had let down her basic guard against Feng Xingyao, so she felt a little flustered.
She looked up at him and said, "I will exchange my blood for one of your conditions, but I haven't thought about this condition yet. I'll tell you when I think about it."
Feng Xingyao's eyes were dark and unclear. He smiled lightly, and his charming and handsome face became even more charming and eye-catching. "Then you have to think about it quickly, because I am leaving soon."
Hearing him say that he was leaving, Chen Yan felt as if her heart was pricked by a needle.
She said coldly: "Well, I understand."
At this moment, she could feel her wrist being slowly tightened by his cold fingers, and he seemed a little angry.
Chen Yan looked up and met his obscure gaze. He stared at her without blinking, and she could see her own figure in his pupils.
"Chen Yan..."
"Let the blood flow." After he said this, he seemed to have some hidden hesitation and let go of her wrist.
Chen Yan lowered her eyelashes and responded softly.
Then, she cut her palm with the red flame dagger. Feeling a sharp pain, she dripped blood into the jade bottle.
Less than half a bottle was left when Feng Xingyao raised his hand and flicked it, easily stopping the bleeding from Chen Yan's wound. He said in a calm tone, "That's enough."
Chen Yan looked up at Feng Xingyao. Feng Xingyao's black hair had now turned silver inch by inch, making him look particularly charming, and a little cold and distant, making people dare not approach him easily.
He drank her blood, and the surging power in his body was relieved, but it was not suppressed immediately.
His eyelashes were also covered with frost.
Feng Xingyao looked at her with deep eyes, suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms, holding her around the waist.
Chen Yan crashed into a cold and hard embrace. She subconsciously wanted to break free, but he held her tighter. His voice was low and his words were spoken lightly.
"I'm... a little cold."
Chen Yan was stunned when she heard this. Her body was very close to him and she could feel the icy coldness of his body.
They were still too close.
She was not used to this kind of intimacy, so she said, "I have fire."
"Do you want to roast me?" The man laughed muffledly, and his cold breath sprayed on Shen Yan's sensitive and slender neck, causing her to tremble.
Chen Yan shuddered and retorted, "My fire can't even burn you."
"You mean, fire is useless?"
"It's useful, at least more useful than my body temperature."
"But I prefer the feeling of holding you. It's so soft and warm."
"Feng! Xing! Yao!" Chen Yan gritted her teeth, and her right hand quickly summoned a red flame dagger. She turned her wrist slightly and stabbed it towards his waist and abdomen without hesitation!
But at the moment of the thrust, Feng Xingyao grabbed her right hand with such great force that she could no longer move.
Feng Xingyao laughed, his tone slightly doting: "Last time you stabbed me in the chest, and now you want to stab me in the waist, Chen Yan, you are too cruel. However, if you meet someone like me who wants to take advantage of you in the future, this is how you should act."
He lowered his voice and continued, "I don't mind if you kill all those scoundrels."
There was a chilling coldness in his tone.
"None of your business is my business, let me go." Chen Yan raised her eyes and stared at Feng Xingyao coldly.
Seeing her so cold and self-reliant, Feng Xingyao's heart trembled slightly. Suddenly, a subtle itch spread from the depths of his fissure, and he felt an indescribable restlessness. His lips were slightly dry.
That's fine.
He knew that Chen Yan was a cautious and vigilant person, and that was why it was difficult for others to get close to her.
If he could meet her again after he had dealt with all those troubles...
Feng Xingyao curled his lips slightly, "I won't hug you anymore."
He let go of Chen Yan, who immediately took a few steps back. With a cold expression, she put away the red dagger and stared at Feng Xingyao with a frost-covered look in her eyes. She said in a cold voice, "Since you've already drunk the blood, then rest well."
"Are you concerned about me?"
"You're overthinking it."
As Chen Yan was about to leave the supernatural space, she saw Jiu Zhuan hiding in the corner, blinking his big curious eyes and looking back and forth at the two of them. He looked as if he had discovered some adultery.
Chen Yan did not ignore his little expression. She did not take it to heart, but she still couldn't help but think of the warmth of being in his arms.
"Jiu Zhuan, it's okay."
She said this lightly and immediately left the supernatural space.
Jiu Zhuan saw his master leave, blinked, then looked at the man who was already leaning on the soft couch, and asked cautiously: "Do you... do you like the master?"
"What do you think?" Feng Xingyao's eyes dimmed slightly, with a hint of a smile.
"I think so. Hugging means love, doesn't it?"
"Then, do you think your master likes me?"
Jiu Zhuan's expression paused slightly. He first shook his head, then nodded.
"What's the meaning?"
Jiu Zhuan pouted and fell into deep thought. After a long while, he looked at Feng Xingyao seriously and said, "Master didn't stab you to death. He must like you, right?"
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