The Angel and the Demon God's Confession, a Morning Asura Field Overflowing with Jealousy

Seeing that Qian Renxue was completely impervious to reason, that no matter how harshly he spoke it was like mud sinking into the sea, Nan Feng was utterly numb. Black lines covered his face as he stared at her.

"Why are you so determined to cling to me?"

Nan Feng sighed in bafflement, his tone full of helplessness. "I think I'm already awful enough—bullying men and women, committing every evil imaginable, scheming against the whole world. And if we really count it, there's even the enmity of killing your father between us. I truly don't understand what you want. Why do you insist on sticking so close to me?"

Qian Renxue shrugged unconcernedly, her tone exceptionally calm. "You're not a good person, and neither am I."

"Haven't you always told me to have some self-awareness? Then from the day I killed and replaced Xue Qinghe, I stopped being anything good, didn't I?"

"No matter what grand cause I claimed it was for, no matter how righteous-sounding my reasons were, Xue Qinghe was merely an innocent eldest prince who had fallen out of favor in the depths of the palace. And what happened? For my own ambitions, for Spirit Hall's infiltration plan, I killed him without hesitation and took his place."

Qian Renxue's gaze became deep and composed. "From that day onward, my hands were stained with the blood of innocents. I was no longer a good person."

"Since neither of us is anything good, since we're both villains struggling in this mire, what right do I have to dislike you?"

Hearing this practically rebellious confession, Nan Feng completely lost his temper.

He let out a long sigh, simply gave up struggling, turned over into a slightly more comfortable position, and lay peacefully in her arms.

"So what you mean is,