Chapter 170 In Your Heart, What Does a Teacher Mean?
Jiang Xianwan secretly glanced at Yun Weize across the street, trying to discern something from his face, only to find that his expression was equally unusually calm. He lowered his head and... also avoided looking at her.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Di Yin, only to see him looking at her with a...sympathetic yet gentle gaze.
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
no.
Is Di Yin sympathizing with her?
This matter seems... to be quite significant.
Jiang Xianwan's knees buckled, and he almost knelt down.
He took a deep breath and hesitantly moved another half step closer to Hua Buxiu.
His head tilted to one side, and his eyes twitched as he bent over.
"Master."
Good morning.
Hua Buxiu: "..." You wicked disciple.
Listen to this! Is this something a human being should say?
Suppressing his pent-up anger, Hua Buxiu casually lifted his eyelids, a half-smile playing on his lips, "Good morning? Your teacher hasn't slept all night, what good morning are you talking about?"
Since arriving in the Void Ancient Realm, he hasn't just been sleepless for a single night; he's been unable to close his eyes day and night.
Jiang Xianwan: "...!"
Could those five have stayed all night?!
Jiang Xianwan was completely stunned. She couldn't imagine what would happen if these five people stayed together, or what they would talk about.
After a long pause, he managed to utter a few words, "You, listen to my... excuse!"
The men present: "..." She still wants to argue?
How can you even try to deny this?
They spent the whole night checking the accounts.
Putting aside some things that might only be three-tenths true, who hasn't she gnawed on, whether she's standing or sitting?
But then Jiang Xianwan quickly lowered his head and began to speak rapidly, his voice trembling, as if pouring beans from a bamboo tube.
"I wanted to tell you this last time, but you wouldn't let me, and you even glared at me. I didn't want to either, and I was scared, I..."
Jiang Xianwan herself couldn't bear to leave. She shuddered, suddenly raised her head, grabbed Hua Buxiu's shoulders with both hands, shook him violently, and said with tears in her eyes, "Master, please don't do this."
"I'm scared!"
Hua Buxiu: "..."
The remaining four: "..."
She still knows fear?
Surrounded by lovers and embracing each other, could she really be afraid?
Hua Buxiu almost laughed in exasperation.
He was furious at the fox's words, and he also had to face her four men, one of whom was his brother. His wicked disciple turned the tables and tried to argue his way out of it.
Are these two things he's angry about right now?
What's even more infuriating is that the wicked disciple has clearly forgotten what happened last night.
Similarly, I don't remember that night at Fengyi Terrace.
Hua Buxiu lowered her eyelashes slightly, suppressing the sadness in her eyes, and expressionlessly removed Jiang Xianwan's hand, then stood up.
Jiang Xianwan stepped back as he stood up, somewhat taken aback.
She slowly lowered her head, watching the soft blue fabric gradually slip away, her eyes unconsciously becoming increasingly flustered.
Master, I'm really angry with her.
Jiang Xianwan's face turned pale, and she turned around abruptly.
That tall, slender figure, as graceful as a pine tree or a crane, gradually receded into the distance as the line of sight lengthened.
Pushing open the door felt like stepping into two different worlds.
Jiang Xianwan swayed slightly, barely managing to lean on the table.
Two worlds.
She never imagined that she and Hua Buxiu would live in separate worlds.
Jiang Xianwan didn't know what to do, unaware of how pale her face was. Almost instinctively, she stepped in front of Hua Buxiu, pressing her back tightly against the door.
She looked up, staring blankly at the beautiful face that was as alluring as jade, silent and stubborn, refusing to give in.
Feng Huixue pursed her lips.
I felt a little regretful; last night, in an attempt to assert my status as the eldest wife, I had gone too far with my words.
"phoenix……"
Hua Buxiu suddenly lowered his eyes. When he wasn't smiling, he seemed like a god or Buddha who was neither sad nor happy, and no one could stir up even the slightest ripple in his heart.
Jiang Xianwan learned what fear was for the first time.
This was the first time I had ever seen Hua Buxiu look at people this way; he seemed so cold-hearted.
She made a mistake.
They shouldn't have hidden their relationship with Feng Huixue, or concealed Jiang Xingxing's existence.
She accepted everything Hua Buxiu did, whether it was hitting or scolding her.
But... she just couldn't stand Hua Buxiu looking at her like that.
Jiang Xianwan's eyes were slightly moist and blurry, and even the beautiful face was blurred into a hazy double image.
No one dared to utter a sound. Their expressions were complicated as they stared at the two people facing off, as if a knife was about to be plunged into their throats at any moment...?
Under the tense gaze of four pairs of eyes, Hua Buxiu took a step closer.
His expression was as indifferent as frost and snow on the eaves, and his voice was devoid of any emotion, like a beautiful sculpture stripped of all human feelings and desires.
"Jiang Xianwan".
Hua Buxiu slowly raised his hand, his fingertips touching Jiang Xianwan's heart.
The words he uttered almost made Feng Huixue and her three companions, as well as the three teenagers eavesdropping outside the door, choke on their breath.
"What do you mean to me as a teacher?"
What was he to her?
What did that kiss even mean?
Even if she's just playing around and laughing.
Even if she had no heart, she only thought that he was angry with her because of Feng Huixue and Jiang Xingxing.
Jiang Xianwan's moist eyes widened slightly as she looked at his seemingly dejected and lonely expression, unable to react immediately.
She was taken aback by the sudden hint of pain in those eyes, her mind reeling as if it had been subjected to a high-pressure shock.
The light in his long, narrow, and alluring eyes gradually dimmed, revealing a hint of self-mockery. As he pushed her shoulder away, for some reason, he instinctively grabbed her hand.
"Why doesn't Master listen to it himself?"
She took Hua Buxiu's hand and gently placed it against her heart, meeting his suddenly fixed gaze.
"All I know is that if Master doesn't want me, this part will hurt and stop throbbing."
Hua Buxiu was slightly taken aback.
Because those red, moist eyes showed cracks of panic.
He had never seen Jiang Xianwan cry, nor had he ever seen her show the slightest pitiful expression.
Hua Buxiu's eyelashes trembled, and her stunned gaze lowered, landing on Jiang Xianwan's heart.
Suddenly, I held my breath.
A faint whisper, frantic like a butterfly trapped in a cocoon, unable to break free or escape.
But in his palm, they gradually danced into chaotic raindrops until a torrential downpour began.
His heartbeat also began to pound wildly in unison.
Hua Buxiu looked somewhat bewildered.
After the initial confusion, a faint blush appeared on the tips of her ears, almost imperceptible.
He recoiled in a panic, his fingertips drooping pitifully, then lifted his hand again, awkwardly wiping away the tears from the corner of her eyes, muttering in a blurry, panicked voice, "You wicked disciple..."
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
She was so moved that she almost cried.
Jiang Xianwan's face gradually regained color, her dead heart began to beat again, and she muttered, "Master, you only have one lovely female disciple like me. I will accept any punishment or beating you, but could you please not stay silent?"
"I'm scared."
She was genuinely scared.
I wish I could kowtow to Hua Buxiu right there and then.
Hua Buxiu's ears were red and hot, and her palms still felt soft and hot. She secretly regretted asking the question as if possessed by an evil spirit.
It happened in front of several people.
He glared at her angrily and reached out to push her shoulder, saying, "You unfilial disciple, get out of my way."
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
That won't do.
The matter needs to be clarified.
Jiang Xianwan's mind had started to clear up a bit; the beauty was probably only angry with her because of Feng Huixue and Jiang Xingxing.
Just look at the Demon Emperor constantly hovering in front of her, trying to make his presence known.
It's estimated that the little devil revealed her boasting about having six men.
Yun Weize also knew about this.
The argument between Hua Buxiu and her is probably about this matter; there's no doubt about it.
Taking advantage of the moment when his anger subsided, Jiang Xianwan seized the opportunity to prove herself on the spot and clear her name.
He even raised three fingers, declaring emphatically, "Heaven, judge the loyal from the treacherous!"
"I don't have six men, so I don't have the Demon Emperor either..."
boom--!
A deafening thunderclap resounded.
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