Leng Ye narrowed his eyes and stared intently at Xuan Fengqian, who was now displaying a charming and innocent demeanor. For a moment, he couldn't control his emotions, and his body reacted again.
To hear her coquettish voice again, he lowered his voice and whispered in her ear, "What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly."
His warm breath brushed against Xuan Fengqian's ear, giving her goosebumps.
Xuan Fengqian took a step back without making a sound, her voice as cold as ice, "I've been with you for several days now, and you still don't intend to let me go?"
"Ah Qian, promise me that from now on, you can only accompany me."
Leng Ye curled his lips into a slanted smile, still savoring her words, "I'll stay with you for several days."
Xuan Fengqian was utterly speechless, and asked in a cold voice, "Has it relapsed again?"
"If I am truly ill, it is because of you that I have been driven to this state," Leng Ye said seriously. He truly felt that he was lovesick, and his heart and eyes were filled with her.
"boring."
Xuan Fengqian abruptly turned around, too lazy to waste words with him.
"etc."
Leng Ye strode forward and directly placed the nine-section demon whip into her hand, saying, "This is for you."
"How can a gentleman take away what belongs to another? I cannot accept this nine-section demon whip."
"I am willing to give it to you, how can you refuse?" Leng Ye said firmly, leaving no room for argument.
Xuan Feng frowned slightly and asked him in a cold voice, "Leng Ye, don't you think your actions are a bit too forceful?"
She always tried to communicate with him calmly, but after only a couple of sentences, he would start to bully her again.
"So what if I'm assertive? I just want to pamper you wholeheartedly, to hold you in the palm of my hand, and to give you the best."
Leng Ye knew that Xuan Fengqian still harbored resentment towards him because of what had happened before.
He kept thinking about how to make up for what he owed her, but she was unwilling to give him any chance at all.
At this moment, Xuan Fengqian could indeed sense Leng Ye's feelings.
The problem is, she doesn't like him at all.
Even if there weren't so many misunderstandings between them, she still wouldn't have fallen for him.
Take his domineering and stern personality, for example. She would be trying to avoid him, so how could she possibly develop feelings for someone like him?
Besides, they had already reached a point of no return.
Just like the hideous scar on his back, even though he can no longer feel the pain, he can never fully recover.
Xuan Fengqian took a deep breath and said very seriously, "Leng Ye, I know you mean well, but I really can't accept your gift with a clear conscience."
“Once I give something away, there is no reason for me to take it back. If you feel uncomfortable, you are welcome to make me a battle robe yourself. If I could wear a battle robe made by your own hands, I would have no regrets even if I died on the battlefield.”
Leng Ye always wore a faint smile, but Xuan Fengqian found it somewhat tragic.
After Leng Ye openly and honestly told her everything, she realized that his ruthlessness was just armor he used to protect himself.
In fact, beneath his seemingly indestructible armor lies a fragile and sensitive heart.
"It's just a battle robe? I'll make it. But you really don't need to curse yourself."
Xuan Fengqian lowered her eyes slowly, looking at the nine-section demon whip that was constantly rubbing against her palm and trying to please her, and said softly.
"My dear, I await the battle robe you will sew yourself."
Leng Ye was initially disappointed, as he had thought that once things were out in the open, Xuan Fengqian would change her mind.
Unexpectedly, she was so heartless that she didn't give him any reaction at all.
Fortunately, she finally agreed to accept the Nine-Section Demon Whip and began to care about him.
He didn't understand when he had become so humble that he would secretly rejoice at her casual concern.
However, he didn't dislike the feeling.
"If there's nothing else, I'll head back now." Unable to bear Leng Ye's overly intense gaze, Xuan Fengqian abruptly turned away.
"etc."
Leng Ye grabbed her arm again, focusing intently on using his healing arts to repair her fingers, which had been scorched by the Samadhi Fire. "Tell me what you need. If you dare to hurt yourself again, see how I punish you."
"You're meddling way too much."
Xuan Fengqian intended to thank him, but somehow, the words came out of her mouth and took a different turn.
Perhaps it was because of Leng Ye's inherent domineering nature that she couldn't speak to him properly, even after learning that she owed him her life.
"You are my fiancée. If I don't care about you, who will I care about?"
Leng Ye did not mention her marriage to Di Jun. He secretly thought that as long as Bai Di had not made it public, he still had a chance.
If he really wanted to take her by force, he could have simply abducted her back to the Netherworld.
But deep down, he still hoped that Xuan Fengqian could personally cancel the marriage with Di Jun.
He always dreamed that one day she would willingly marry him.
Hearing Leng Ye's words, Xuan Fengqian looked away somewhat guiltily, unsure of how to respond.
Slightly embarrassed, she withdrew her hand from his broad palm and disappeared in a flash.
Why are you running so fast?
Leng Ye gazed at her graceful figure, a smile that was both innocent and alluring suddenly spreading across his face. "I suppose you're shy."
At that moment, dozens of fairy maidens hidden in the shadows saw that Leng Ye was alone, and they all poked out their heavily made-up faces, winking and making faces at Leng Ye.
"boring."
Leng Ye glanced at it only once before looking away.
After he fell completely in love with Xuan Fengqian, he could no longer see any other woman.
At first, he was willing to put in some effort to coax Xuan Qianning. Although he had never touched her, he had shared a bed with her several times.
But now, he doesn't even want to step into Xuan Fengqian's bedroom.
Whenever Xuan Qianning came to him, he would brush her off by saying he was too busy with official duties.
That being said, even Xuan Qianning, who had saved his life, couldn't seduce him.
There was no need to even think about the group of beautifully dressed fairies in front of her.
Leng Ye was just about to rush back to Jiuyou to personally prepare for his wedding with Xuan Fengqian when he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a bright red thread tied to the wrist of the fairy maiden who was smiling at him.
He subconsciously looked down at the red line on his ankle, and only then did he realize Xuan Fengqian's intention.
Damn it!
Leng Ye flew into a rage, ripped off the red thread on his ankle, and stormed off toward Qingfeng Palace.
"Demon Lord, the red thread on your ankle has broken. Would you like me to re-tie it for you?"
"The Demon Lord's regal aura is truly mesmerizing."
"What a lucky princess from the heavens, to have married such a handsome and perfect husband."
...
The fairies gazed at Leng Ye's tall figure with envy in their eyes, their mouths watering as they became completely infatuated.
However, due to his imposing aura, no one dared to approach him and strike up a conversation.
Fortunately, they didn't approach Leng Ye to talk, otherwise he would have snapped their necks in his rage.
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