Feng Xingyao rubbed his cheek against her palm, and his amorous eyes seemed to turn the charm into reality. He stared at Chen Yan straight, making her blush involuntarily.
"Fox demons usually bewitch people."
He gave the answer.
"But I only bewitched you. When can you kiss my lips?" His gaze slid down and landed on her red lips. His throat slid unconsciously and he pursed his lips in restraint.
Chen Yan stared at him, and the fingers that were caressing his cheek gradually moved to his bright red and moist lips, gently pressing them. His lips were unbelievably soft, and she smiled and said, "I still need to think about it."
Feng Xingyao was aroused by her teasing.
His eyes were a little red.
His hand slowly touched her waist, with a slight coolness, but like a ball of fire, burning in her waist. His breathing became rapid and heavy, as if he was suppressing some strong emotion.
"Ayan." His voice was low and hoarse, and his eyes were surprisingly deep.
"Control yourself." Chen Yan was not a simple girl. She understood the look in his eyes, but the pace was too fast.
Chen Yan noticed that he looked a little aggrieved, and her heart softened a little. She kindly suggested, "Do you want to take a cold shower?"
“…Yeah.” Feng Xingyao responded in a low voice, and finally left a word “wait for me” before leaving her room.
After he left, the temperature in the room seemed to drop.
Chen Yan raised her hand and touched her face.
It's hot.
Abnormally hot.
She walked to the bedside and picked up the red jade hairpin from under the pillow. Before he came back, Chen Yan made the final carving and modification to it.
About half an hour later.
Feng Xingyao is back.
He walked slowly into the room with steady steps.
He was wearing a blood-red robe that made his skin appear even whiter than snow, making him look like an immortal. His black hair cascaded down behind his broad shoulders, the ends still slightly damp, as if he had just showered.
He walked steadily towards Chen Yan, who was concentrating on studying martial arts and combat techniques.
"What are you looking at?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Yan raised her eyes to look at the man in front of her, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.
She suddenly recalled the first time she met him. He was also dressed in red, arrogant and unruly, making it difficult to tell his true self.
From the initial mutual exploitation to the current emotional entanglement, everything has changed dramatically.
Chen Yan couldn't help but say: "You look very good in red."
Feng Xingyao raised his eyebrows, curled the corners of his lips slightly, and sat next to Chen Yan, "Do you like it?"
"Yeah." Chen Yan nodded.
He followed her words and said, "Then I will wear it more often in the future."
Chen Yan glanced at him and felt that she was almost addicted to his beauty and couldn't extricate herself. She couldn't help but wonder if he used some charm skills to make her heart flutter.
When he was about to get closer, she said, "I'm looking at the inherited sword technique belonging to the Shen family."
"Let me see." Feng Xingyao's attention was diverted. He reached out and took the sword manual handed to him by Chen Yan. The cover was inscribed with: Shape-Shifting Sword Technique.
Feng Xingyao's eyes narrowed slightly, feeling somewhat familiar.
He opened the sword manual and took a quick look.
He remembered.
He looked at Chen Yan and said, "I have met several people who used this kind of swordsmanship."
"When?" Chen Yan heard this and thought to himself, could it be that the ancestors before the Tianzhou Dynasty had seen him?
Feng Xingyao was stunned by the question.
There was something slightly odd about his expression.
Seeing this, Chen Yan asked, "Don't you remember?"
Feng Xingyao hesitated to speak. It wasn't that he didn't remember, but the time was too long ago, so long that it seemed a little outrageous.
He coughed lightly and said, "I can't remember clearly."
Chen Yan saw that he was deliberately concealing something, and thought of something, then laughed and asked, "How old are you?"
"Not that big." Feng Xingyao said immediately, and then he quickly changed the subject: "I have sent people to Changming Realm to pass on the news to your friends. Once they know the news, they will be relieved."
Chen Yan hummed softly.
"Thanks."
Feng Xingyao came closer, staring at her with charming eyes, and smiled charmingly, "Just kiss me as a thank you."
Chen Yan turned sideways, raised her hand to pinch his chin, and placed a kiss on his brow.
His eyelashes trembled slightly.
…
That night, Chen Yan focused on studying the 'Shadow-Shifting Sword Technique', carefully pondering each move and form, trying to comprehend its mysteries. Feng Xingyao, as usual, lay quietly on her lap, falling asleep with the sound of even breathing.
In the early morning, sunlight streamed into the room through the window, bringing a touch of warmth and brightness. However, this tranquility was broken by Chen Ce's request for an audience.
Shen Ce's arrival forced Feng Xingyao to leave Shen Yan's side. His face instantly turned gloomy, as if a dark cloud was covering him. His mood also became extremely irritable, and he wished he could kill Shen Ce who disturbed them immediately.
Chen Yan said softly: "Don't be angry, he should be talking to me about the Tianzhou Dynasty. Don't worry, I'm just discussing business with him."
"I know." Feng Xingyao said with understanding.
He hooked his finger around Chen Yan's little finger and said with a smile, "I'll wait for you."
Chen Yan couldn't help but smile when she heard this, not because he acted understanding, but because she thought his "pretending" was particularly interesting.
Because she knew that he was not a generous person.
After all, he had never suffered any loss since he started trading.
"good."
Chen Yan finally went out.
The person guarding the door was none other than Mr. Qiu.
Chen Yan nodded slightly towards Mr. Qiu as a greeting.
Then, she looked up and saw Shen Ce standing in the yard.
Shen Ce was dressed in white today, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and he looked handsome, but his expression was extremely serious. Only when he saw Shen Yan did his expression soften a little.
"Your Highness."
Chen Yan nodded slightly and just walked down the stairs.
At this moment, Feng Xingyao's voice came from behind.
"Ayan, I'll wait for you."
Chen Yan turned her head and saw the man leaning against the door in dishevel, his cheeks slightly red, which matched his charming and handsome face and was extremely alluring. His eyes were like water and full of affection, and he seemed to be hesitant to speak.
Chen Yan's expression paused slightly: "..." There's no need to be so...
And at this moment, Shen Ce's face turned black.
Feng Xingyao seemed to realize his own gaffe. He raised his hand and slightly lifted up his red dress that had slipped off and straightened it.
He glanced at Shen Ce with a smile in his eyes.
Shen Ce felt as if all the bones in his body were cold. He pursed his lips and held on, not letting himself weaken in front of Shen Yan.
After Chen Yan asked Feng Xingyao to go back to his room, she turned to look at Chen Ce, who looked unhappy.
I saw Shen Ce's lips turned purple.
It's like being poisoned.
Chen Yan asked, "Are you okay?"
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