The Poison-Tongued Man's Defense Mechanism, The Angel God's Sacred and Gentle Offensive

The sky gradually brightened.

At the farthest edge of the horizon, a soft fish-belly white began to spread. The cool morning sea breeze brushed through the coconut trees beside the beach, making a faint rustling sound.

Beneath the shade of the trees, Nan Feng had his eyes tightly closed. For once, he had buried his head in Qian Renxue's arms, resting there quietly for the entire night.

All this time, he had always used that cold, energy-made shell of a body to protect others. This was the first time he had been held by someone like this, without any guard between them.

Qian Renxue lowered her head and quietly watched the sleeping Nan Feng in her arms, her gaze carrying an indescribable softness and tenderness.

At this moment, he had put away all his sharpness and defenses, looking as quiet as a pitiful, helpless child.

Out in the world, he was always the Demon God Douluo—scheming against the whole world, domineering and mad. Yet whenever he was alone, there was always a heartbreaking loneliness about him.

Unable to resist, Qian Renxue reached out with a pale finger and gently pinched his high nose.

Just like when she had been little, when he had always liked to pinch her nose in that slightly wicked way.

Sometimes, Qian Renxue truly found the mismatch in their identities rather strange.

This guy had practically watched her grow up, and had even nominally acted as one of her elders. Yet now, she simply could not see him as a real elder.

Because there was not the slightest trace of an old man's stodginess in his bones.

He could put on an act of being profound, steady, and infallible for the greater good whenever necessary, but that was ultimately only a mask he wore for survival