It took Leng Ye a while to pull herself out of her extremely conflicted emotions.
He pursed his thin lips, his face was cold and stern, and his steps became increasingly hurried.
Regardless of the truth, he wanted to hear Xuan Fengqian's explanation with his own ears.
At this very moment, Xuan Fengqian was leaning against the food table, holding a teapot in one hand and gulping down tea.
Even after drinking most of the tea, she still couldn't completely dispel the lingering, refreshing scent of him on her lips and teeth.
After several unsuccessful attempts, Xuan Fengqian decided to sneak out of the house to find some pungent food.
Just as she reached the doorway, she suddenly collapsed to the ground without warning, and in a daze, she fell into a "dream".
Realizing that the power of the gods was taking effect once again, Xuanfeng frowned slightly, hesitant to part the thick white fog of the dreamscape before her.
The disaster she foresaw in her dream last time had left her with extremely serious psychological trauma.
Even now, thinking back on it sends chills down my spine.
She really didn't want to experience that inhumane torture again.
But in order to foresee the impending disaster, Xuan Fengqian finally mustered her courage and slowly reached out her hand into the thick, impenetrable fog before her...
Unexpectedly, Leng Ye tore through the thick fog in front of him, which was as thick as a city wall, at the same moment!
Xuan Fengqian's pupils contracted sharply, and he was so nervous that he was almost speechless.
She stared blankly at his enigmatic and alluring appearance, only retreating further and further away.
As if he had anticipated Xuan Fengqian's reaction, Leng Ye stared arrogantly at her, who was at a loss for what to do, and his beautiful, upturned lips unconsciously curled into a strange arc.
He had no intention of giving her a moment's respite. He strode forward and grabbed her arm, his voice extremely sinister, "Xuan Fengqian, do you know what the consequences of deceiving me will be?"
"What, what do you mean?"
Xuan Fengqian's heart pounded like a drum as she warily stared at the approaching cold night.
With a "rip," Leng Ye tore off most of her sleeve, casually slashed open her arm, which was covered in several layers of skin-whitening cream, pointed at the dark red mark on her arm, and coldly questioned, "Still trying to deny it?"
"I..."
"Don't you know that I hate deception the most?"
Xuanfeng knew he couldn't hide it from him, so he simply said frankly, "If I hadn't been driven to desperation, why would I be like this?"
"You've tricked me time and time again, you're really something."
Enraged, Leng Ye suddenly raised his arm, as if to slap her bloodless cheek.
Xuanfeng had nowhere to hide and nowhere to avoid.
His narrow eyes were filled with despair.
Just when she thought she was about to suffer another inhuman brutality, the dream mist swept back like vines, and in a few moments, it dragged Leng Yesheng back.
As the cold night dissipated along with the mist, Xuan Fengqian finally awoke from her dream.
She clutched her heaving chest, panting heavily.
At this moment, she could no longer distinguish between the reality and illusion of the dream.
However, no matter what, the virginity mark on her arm remained a potential problem.
After careful consideration, Xuan Fengqian finally hardened her heart and decided to personally resolve this hidden danger that could bring her great trouble at any time.
Unbeknownst to her, Di Jun, who had come to find Xuan Qianning but had gone to the wrong place, had already sneaked into the house without making a sound while she was unconscious.
At this moment, he was leaning against the carved screen with a bored expression, watching with great interest as Xuan Fengqian stumbled back onto the couch.
In fact, Di Jun was not interested in Xuan Fengqian.
He was just curious about how she had managed to infiltrate the Nine Netherworld.
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