Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
It was simply like thunder rolling!
Beiting Huang immediately stood up from the couch. She couldnât believe it. What the hell was going on? Between her and him? What if she was with someone else? Would such a thing happen? Who had done something to her?
âWho did this? You know, donât you? Who exactly is it?â Beiting Huang cursed Yan Yeâs ancestors in her heart until the eighteenth generation. She was so angry that she grabbed Yan Yeâs chest and asked fiercely.
She did not necessarily need a man, nor did she have to marry and have children in this alternate world. But she would never allow anyone to touch her.
Seeing that Yan Yeâs lips were pursed like a clamshell and he looked like he wouldnât say anything even if he died, Beiting Huang was still angry even though she knew that he must be doing this for her own good. She raised her fist and stared at the abnormally handsome face in front of her. He had a pair of phoenix-like eyes with the ends of his eyes curled up. One could vaguely see the heavy purple color overlapping from the ends of his eyes to his temples. He clearly didnât apply any makeup, but she could see that the purple color changed from heavy to light, making him look abnormally flirtatious.
Beiting Huang was thinking, Where should 1 hit him? His eyes? Well, no, his eyes were purple and colorful. She really couldnât bear to hit him. His nose? It was like a crabapple blooming under the winter sun in February. It was really indescribably beautiful. Beiting Huang also felt that if it collapsed, it would ruin his beauty.
When her gaze landed on Yan Yeâs lips, Beiting Huang suddenly thought of the delicious food she had eaten before. She couldnât help but stick out her little tongue and lick her lips in a flirtatious manner. Her light pink tongue slid across her red lips, and Yan Ye felt that his throat was a little dry.
âYan Ye, youâre really a bastard!â Beiting Huang took a deep breath and let go. She stood on the chaise longue and looked down at Yan Ye, but she didnât look at him at all. She only asked, âIn other words, if I had been with another man, I wouldnât have bled from my seven orifices and died?â
As soon as Beiting Huang said this, the four guards hiding in the darkness broke out in cold sweat and moved out. This was a minefield. They couldnât stay any longer.
Everyone was screaming in their hearts. Beiting Huang was so f*cking awesome. How dare she ask such a question in front of Master? Would Master
allow her to get together with another man? How was that possible? Master would probably rather see her turn to ashes than see her flying around with another man, right?
As expected, Yan Yeâs expression changed instantly. His eyes were sharp and carried a faint pressure, but he didnât dare to really use his pressure to force Beiting Huang into a corner. Beiting Huang heard him grinding his teeth and sneered. âHmph, are you not saying anything? Heh, do you think I have to find the answer from you? Iâll go find someone else!â
After saying that, Beiting Huang jumped down from the chaise longue. Before her feet landed on the ground, Yan Ye picked her up, rolled up the heavy curtains, crossed most of the room, and threw her onto the bed. He held Beiting Huangs hands with one hand and held her chin with the other. There seemed to be black flames jumping in his eyes, and his soft voice seemed to jump out of the Nine Nether Cold Spring. âDonât even think about it. If you dare to get close to another man, l⦠Iâll kill all the men in this world!â
Possessiveness had always been suppressed by Yan Ye in the depths of his heart. At this moment, it was like a ferocious beast that had been imprisoned for ten thousand years. Once its cage was opened, it would rush out. It was completely uncontrollable..