Bai Yan sighed and glanced over at Fu Chao and his group.
Fu Chao and the others shuddered.
Oh my god, Brother Yan’s gaze is so cold!
Bai Yan instructed indifferently and then left with An Xiaowan.
This damned demon identity, as soon as negative emotions arise, murderous intent constantly entangles Bai Yan’s heart!
The Maybach sped on the highway, and the atmosphere inside the car was very silent.
Bai Yan, holding a cigarette, drove in silence.
An Xiaowan lowered her head, fiddling with her jade fingers, her beautiful eyes flickering with a dim spirit, unknowing what she was thinking.
The atmosphere in the car became subtly tense.
Bai Yan was somewhat irritable. Although he didn’t want to admit it, he knew that he had fallen for An Xiaowan.
No, it should be said that from the first glance he had seen this girl, he felt a sense of déjà vu, a heart-stirring familiarity yet strangeness.
But behind her is the powerful and noble An Group, she herself being extremely outstanding, gentle and empathetic - far surpassing any so-called "goddess". Could such a girl ever fall for him?
Bai Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling that he should do something.
Bai Yan is not a passive person; he felt he should actively strive!
Bai Yan had a myriad of thoughts in his mind, holding back the malice brought by his demon identity and contemplating strategies with the rationality of his human identity.
Meanwhile, An Xiaowan’s heart was also in turmoil.
She deeply loved Bai Yan.
Before Bai Yan lost his memory, before his parents were alive, she had secretly loved this man. If it weren’t for those years of accumulated feelings, how could she have had the courage to "accidentally get drunk" and confusedly give herself to him?
Yet the engagement between her sister An Yan and him was like a huge mountain pressing on An Xiaowan’s heart; after that night, her courage completely disappeared. An Xiaowan dared not pursue the man she loved.
The deeper the love between the An sisters, the less An Xiaowan dared to cross the line.
An Xiaowan had once naively fantasized: if one day her family changed their mind and altered the engagement to let her marry Bai Yan, how great it would be.
Today, An Xiaowan, seeing Jinx and Bai Yan chatting and laughing, felt a crisis arising due to the appearance of the blonde beauty, especially since she had no suitable identity to restrain Bai Yan.
This was a love she had hidden for over a decade; immense love, yet in such a relationship, she did not even have the standing to be jealous—how sad!
An Xiaowan felt her heart was in disorder.
While An Xiaowan was wildly imagining, the Maybach reached the front of the villa and stopped.
Bai Yan’s voice was somewhat low and husky.
An Xiaowan nodded, silently opened the car door, and got out.
Bai Yan rolled down the window, silently watching the girl’s retreating figure.
"Smoke less, Brother Yan, it’s bad for your health."
An Xiaowan turned around, her hands behind her back, gently advising Bai Yan.
Bai Yan nodded, his deep eyes revealing some complexity.
An Xiaowan said softly.
Bai Yan raised his head to look at her.
"Why aren’t you coming down yet, Brother Yan? You’re supposed to help me with my homework today."
An Xiaowan’s voice was crisp and pleasant, with a hint of blaming as if complaining why Bai Yan was still sitting in the car.
Bai Yan chuckled and promptly got out of the car.
I was just wondering how to go in with you!
For the first time, Bai Yan felt that the role of a private tutor was so wonderful.
Although it was not his first time entering An Xiaowan’s villa, Bai Yan was still amazed.
The three-story building, spacious and bright hall, typical English style, fluffy carpets, soft and expensive sofas, spiral wooden stairs...
There is a living room, a kitchen, ensuite bathrooms, an indoor mini basketball court, a gym...
An Xiaowan went upstairs to shower, while Bai Yan wandered around the first floor of the villa for almost half an hour.
"Brother Yan, come quickly!"
An Xiaowan called out to him from the second floor.
Bai Yan went up to the second floor.
"Xiao Wan, you are truly beautiful."
Bai Yan sincerely admired her, his heart skipped a beat upon seeing An Xiaowan fresh out of the bath.
As natural as a lotus flower rising clear out of the water, untouched by any carving.
Even the use of numerous adjectives could not fully capture the peerless beauty of this girl.
"Hehe, Brother Yan is just good at flattering me~"
An Xiaowan pursed her lips gently, giving Bai Yan a sweet smile.
"I’m not flattering you; I’m serious."
Bai Yan nodded earnestly, suddenly taking a few steps forward.
Bai Yan’s arm propped against the wall.
She was cornered by Bai Yan.
An Xiaowan panicked; she truly panicked at that moment.
What is Brother Yan going to do?
An Xiaowan lowered her head, feeling dizzy and unable to think.
Bai Yan spoke solemnly, his expression serious and sincere.
The result was obvious.
She fled like a rabbit.
Without any guard up, or any second thoughts, she just ran.
Bai Yan felt very sad.
Bai Yan went to An Xiaowan’s room door and knocked.
The girl’s voice was crisp and pleasant, clearly carrying a mix of panic and uncontrollable shyness: "Brother Yan, your room is just next to mine... Good night! I’m going to sleep now, we can revise again tomorrow!"
An Xiaowan was very shy; she didn’t even give Bai Yan a chance to talk.
At that moment, An Xiaowan’s heart was pounding furiously; she was both embarrassed and excitedly happy.
Brother Yan, confessed to me! Xiao Wan is so happy!
Oh dear, how could I run away? But it’s too embarrassing, I don’t know how to face Brother Yan...
Even though she once cheered herself on to pursue Bai Yan, when it actually came to doing it, her modesty and shyness made her panicked.
Bai Yan touched his nose, feeling somewhat helpless.
He wondered if he had been too hasty?
Forget it, it’s time to go to sleep.
Bai Yan lay on the bed, his eyes closed, feeling the hot energy flow through his meridians, a sign that the Gang Qi was gradually forming. Bai Yan’s consistent cultivation these days had been strengthening his human capabilities.
The Martial Arts Nine Realms Secret Book truly was mystical and amazing; the more he practiced, the more Bai Yan could feel the power of this secret technique.
At 1 am, Bai Yan felt somewhat irritable, ending his cultivation session prematurely.
Regrettably, he was just a little short of condensing the Gang Qi and breaking through to the Wisdom Realm.
He knew he was slightly agitated because of An Xiaowan’s matter, with his Demon identity’s innate tendencies for slaughter and conquest constantly causing turmoil within him, as if urging him to achieve his goals through violence.
Bai Yan was displeased; his will should not be swayed by external factors.
But always suppressing these negative emotions was ultimately not right.
In the luxurious spacious suite of the villa, Bai Yan pondered, a blood-red gleam flickering across his deep eyes in the dark room.
"It seems, it’s time to make another trip back to the Abyssal plane."
Bai Yan muttered to himself.