"Yeah?"
Xuanfeng raised a slight eyebrow, a hint of impatience flashing in his narrow, peach-blossom eyes.
She gently rubbed her wrist, which had been reddened by Leng Ye's grip, and muttered softly, "Why do I feel like you actually have a thing for withered flowers?"
Xuan Fengqian couldn't think of any reason why Leng Ye would return.
Logically speaking, he should have stayed by Xuan Qianning's side every step of the way.
Why is he back to cause trouble for her again, when it hasn't even been the time it takes to drink a cup of tea?
"Xuan Fengqian, where does your confidence come from?"
Leng Ye scoffed lightly, his handsome, crescent-shaped lips involuntarily curving upwards. "Do you think I would care about a woman who has been played with and ruined?"
“Yeah, it’s definitely been ruined.” Xuan Fengqian was angry and retorted in an unfriendly tone, “I’m filthy, so I hope the Demon Lord will stay away to avoid getting into trouble.”
"How dare you! You actually dare to argue with me?"
"Demon Lord, you misunderstand. Feng Qian's words are all true." Xuan Feng Qian said calmly and unhurriedly, "Do you know how those filthy men humiliated me? Do you know what it felt like to have a dozen hands simultaneously reach under my skirt, and to have a dozen stinking mouths nibbling and biting me? Just thinking about it makes me feel extremely disgusted, doesn't it?"
"..."
The cold night was silent.
At first, he only wanted to torture the audacious Xuan Fengqian to death.
But when she calmly recounted the suffering she had endured, Leng Ye felt a rare pity for her.
Without realizing it, his sharp eyes softened, and even his icy tone softened considerably. "Does it still hurt?"
"What?"
Xuan Feng blinked slightly, looking at Leng Ye with a somewhat confused expression.
She really couldn't understand what Leng Ye was trying to do.
First they sent people to humiliate him, then they personally came to his door to serve him tea and water, and now they're even asking him if he's in pain...
Has his brain gotten waterlogged?
"It's nothing." Leng Ye felt awkward and pressed his thin lips into a thin line.
"oh."
Xuan Fengqian felt that the reason Leng Ye was always doing contradictory things was probably because he had lost his mind.
With that thought in mind, she stopped investigating his unusual behavior.
However...
Her nerves, which had just relaxed, were once again taut like a bowstring drawn taut by Leng Ye's chilling gaze fixed on her arm.
"Demon...Demon Lord, is my sister feeling any better?" She subtly hid her arm behind her back, quietly changing the subject.
Although the skin-whitening cream she used to cover the cinnabar mark had a natural color, almost exactly the same as the skin tone of her arm.
But she was still very unsure.
If Leng Ye discovers anything amiss, she'll be completely finished.
Fortunately, he knew very little about his daughter's private possessions.
He had no idea that women would carry skin-brightening creams or similar products to enhance their appearance.
Therefore, after staring at Xuan Fengqian's arm for a long time without finding anything, Leng Ye finally withdrew his gaze.
He originally thought that with Xuan Fengqian's extraordinary skills, dealing with a room full of criminals should not be a problem.
Unexpectedly, she was actually insulted.
At this moment, he felt very uncomfortable.
Even he himself couldn't understand why he, who always took pleasure in torturing people, couldn't experience the pleasure of tormenting Xuan Fengqian.
Could it be... just as Xuan Fengqian said, whether he admits it or not, she is the only woman he has ever married. Her humiliation is a disgrace to him.
Yes, that must be it.
Leng Ye found a reasonable excuse for himself, and his restless heart finally calmed down.
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