Looking at Yao Wan beside him, her face expressionless, even her killing intent swiftly withdrawn, Xiao Yan could not help raising his eyes. Even if her face was as still as an ancient well, Wan'er's mood right now was probably anything but good.
Xiao Yan could naturally understand that.
In a certain sense, with no prior grudge or opposing stance between them, to make Wan'er want to kill her and silence her on their very first meeting—she could be considered quite capable.
Xiao Yan could not help gently shaking his head, drawing a sideways glance from Yao Wan. "What, can't bear to? Feeling tender toward a beauty?"
The beauty was cool and aloof, her gaze slanting over. Though much of the killing intent in her light golden eyes had faded, her gaze remained somewhat sharp.
How could Xiao Yan fail to hear the thick tang of jealousy in Yao Wan's tone?
The last time he had seen her this jealous seemed to have been back at Canaan Academy...
Xiao Yan opened his mouth slightly, but first let out a sigh, then lowered his voice and said, "Wan'er, you are thinking far too lightly of me."
"Hmph... isn't this our Lord Flame Emperor's appreciation of beauty? Could I have been wrong?"
The corners of Yao Wan's mouth lifted, and she gave a cold laugh. Xiao Yan listened with black lines all over his face, yet could not very well argue back. He could only silently close his eyes, regretting that he had tried to be clever just now and defended himself with glib words.
Seeing Xiao Yan fall silent, looking entirely like he had lowered his head to admit his mistake, Yao Wan could not help giving a soft snort, but she did not say anything more.
Of course she knew