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Yan Yan could no longer care about what might be exposed. She shared as much information as she could about the hidden map of Kunlun Snow Mountain with Ji Bai and Ji Lin, until her memory failed her and she buried her head in her arms on the table, overwhelmed by a headache.
Qin Huai had been waiting for the girl to return and decided to go look for her. When he pushed the door open, he saw the girl silently buried in the tabletop. The Cold Man lowered his head, his expression unreadable, while Ji Lin looked on with concern for his girl.
His gaze suddenly turned cold as he blocked Ji Lin's view, an imposing aura radiating from him. He narrowed his eyes and stared directly at Ji Lin, saying, "What’s this? Ji Er Shao has fallen so low as to bully a girl?"
Suddenly, a beautifully delicate hand gently tugged at his clothing.
At that moment, his heart softened completely.
Even the inexplicable anger he had felt earlier dissipated significantly.
He knew he shouldn’t have blamed Ji Lin without reason, but seeing the girl helplessly resting on the table made him feel as if a taut string in his mind had snapped. The anger that had surged within him was now unstoppable. He grasped her icy hand, and when he raised his eyes again, clarity returned to them as he offered a half-hearted smile to Ji Lin.
Accepting his insincere apology, Ji Lin paused her gaze on their clasped hands before quickly looking away. She said lightly, "We’ve already settled things; I won’t disturb you any longer."
With that, she stood up and pushed the door open to leave—swiftly and decisively, just like her feelings that had withered before they even had a chance to bloom.
Ji Bai set down the teacup he had been tightly gripping and nodded at Yan Yan. He spoke up, "Then it’s settled. In half a month, regardless of the outcome, we meet in Main City."
Before leaving, his cold words echoed from behind him.
"What you said just now will not be known by anyone else."
It was a light statement, but the assurance behind it was undeniable.
Qin Huai turned his head and stared intently at the girl whose complexion still looked unwell for quite some time. His lips parted slightly, "Miss, are you showcasing your 'uniqueness' again?"
His casual tone earned Yan Yan a significant eye roll.
"Next time, make sure to call me, your loyal fan, when you perform. After all, I am also a die-hard fan of the 'Child of the God of Light.' Hmm... who knows, you might really be the favored one. That 'uniqueness' is it—" he pointed above his head and continued, "that special gift it has given you."
In Qin Huai's eyes, there was no calculation, no mockery, only an abundance of indulgence.
"Thank you..." Yan Yan avoided his clear gaze, tightening her loosely clenched fists. Without Emberless... she felt completely insecure. This person seemed to have guessed something, yet he didn't... it was truly... a vague emotion flickered through her heart.
"Heh... why are you thanking me, hmm?" The man leaned down close to the girl's ear, his deep and husky voice continuously invading her sensitive ear canal, sending shivers down her arms.
Yan Yan cursed inwardly: this damn Rascal!
At the same time, she subtly shifted her foot half a step back. Little did she know that he seemed to have seen through her thoughts and suddenly grabbed her arm. Caught off guard, she stumbled into a solid embrace, and the man's suave voice reached her ears: "Miss, next time when you're feeling down, don't just lean on the table; come into my arms, okay?..."
This guy...
She struggled but couldn't break free.
She continued to move.
The rise and fall of her chest brushed against the man's taut body.
"Don't move..."
His low voice carried a different kind of magnetism as his warm breath entered Yan Yan's ear... Suddenly, the girl froze all over, stiffening in his embrace and daring not to move... because she seemed to feel... something pressing against her abdomen.
Her face darkened; this beast with desires everywhere!
"Rascal, you—"
“Shh—baby, don’t move. Just let me hold you for a moment,” the man’s voice was laced with a hint of irritation, becoming increasingly hoarse and charming.
Suppressing the urge to shoot him down, Yan Yan stiffened, forced to lean against the man’s chest. Her nose was filled with his unique scent, different from the floral and powdery fragrance she had imagined; it was a special woody aroma.
It was the fresh scent of cedar that she loved… The girl pressed her nose closer, taking a sniff, her gaze becoming slightly dazed. She continued to nuzzle closer… until her nose bumped against the hard surface of his constantly vibrating chest—
“Hmm… Haha—”
This cunning man!
The girl pushed away the rascal who seemed to shine brightly with just a bit of sunlight, pinching the soft flesh at his waist as she prepared to retaliate. The suppressed laughter coming from above only fueled her embarrassment and anger. “Puff… Hmm haha… No, I’m not laughing. Look at my serious eyes… Haha!” Finally unable to endure any longer, the man simply let go, bending his peach blossom eyes into a smile that radiated like spring sunshine. “Hmm, my Yan Yan looks like a dog when she’s angry, hahaha… Tsk… now you look even more like a defeated frog—” He raised his hand affectionately to pinch Yan Yan’s puffed-up cheeks. The corners of his lips curved in a way that made him seem utterly infuriating.
“What are you laughing at!”
The girl bit her lower lip, her tone sharp yet tinged with a hint of weakness. Her invisible pink ears betrayed her bluster at that moment.
“Puff—Alright, alright, I’m not laughing,” Qin Huai raised both hands in surrender, allowing the girl’s delicate fingers to pinch the soft flesh at his waist. To make it easier for her to exert force, he even relaxed his taut waist muscles.
… This person usually called her “girl,” when angry he called her “Girl,” when happy he called her “Yan Yan,” and when he was emotional, his alluring husky voice would call her “baby”…
What was she thinking!
Shaking her head vigorously, she tried to dispel the thoughts that had just crossed her mind and turned away, refusing to look at the devilishly handsome rascal.
Qin Huai suppressed the laughter in his peach blossom eyes and cupped the girl’s face seriously. “In this world, wealth can be lost, power can be reversed, but you must never be abandoned. Yan Yan, my heart is set on you. Will you marry me? This unique wooden fragrance belongs solely to you in this life.”
The girl’s eyes widened in disbelief, shock flickering across her face as she stood defenseless beneath the dark circles of surprise.
"Are you serious?"
Caught in his serious and deep gaze, Yan Yan felt momentarily speechless...
A week ago.
"Boss, the security in S District is nothing like Area A... Besides, the Wood Platform Tree is a key protected target in S District. Are you sure you want to go after it?"
"Yeah, Boss! I think we need to think this through—"
"Boss, those kids in S District are tough to deal with. It's not that we're afraid of the Brothers; they're just too troublesome, and everyone finds them annoying!"
...
S District.
The dense, untouched jungle stretched endlessly before them, a vast sea of green... Interspersed within were scattered traces of human construction...
Qin Huai wiped the sticky sweat from his chin, his cold gaze focused like a lone wolf locking onto its prey, intent and somber.
...
He lay heavily injured in the Healing Chamber, only managing to rise after a night of recovery. His pale face turned toward the fruit of the Wood Platform Tree displayed in the glass case. He smiled slightly; this gift would surely please the girl.
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