Liuli was awakened by a bone-piercing chill. Rubbing her somewhat aching head, the Young Girl slowly sat up, only to come face-to-face with a handsome visage inches away.
"Damn, you scared me to death." Liuli jumped in fright, then sighed in relief once she realized who it was.
Wait! Was this Xiao Yan the Netherworld Demonic Saint, or Xiao Yan himself?
The Young Girl hurriedly backed away, but the black-haired Young Man grabbed her lotus-like arm and pulled her toward him.
Liuli was still in poor condition. She could sense that some of the demonic flame the Netherworld Demonic Saint had injected into her body remained. Although her Dou Qi was not sealed, its circulation had undoubtedly slowed considerably. Faced with Xiao Yan forcibly pulling her over, she was genuinely dragged into his embrace.
It definitely was not because she had already realized he was Xiao Yan and could not be bothered to resist!
Feeling the warmth of his chest, Liuli narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly and curled her lips as she complained, "That Netherworld Demonic Saint has lived for thousands of years. Why does he still like scaring people? I almost thought we were both done for."
Xiao Yan raised an eyebrow slightly and gently stroked her soft pink hair, asking curiously, "Did something happen between you two?"
Liuli froze. "You didn't know?"
"I was possessed at the time, so I couldn't sense the outside world," Xiao Yan explained.
Liuli struggled for a moment before ultimately deciding not to tell him about the embarrassing matter of her defeat. "Nothing much happened. It was just a minor matter."
The more evasive she acted, the more curious Xiao Yan became. The black-haired Young Man hooked an arm around her and gently lifted her little face with a finger, grinning. "Tell me.