Tsundere and Tenderness: The Demon Lord's "Soothing" Battlefield

Seeing Zi Ji's look of mortified anger, yet hearing no rebuttal from her, Nan Feng said nothing. He merely smiled faintly, raised his right hand, and casually waved it in her direction.

Whoosh!

A gentle force of space instantly rippled outward.

Before Zi Ji could react, an irresistible force scooped her up.

The next second, she landed steadily in Nan Feng's arms, seated on his lap.

"What are you doing?!" Like a startled cat, Zi Ji instinctively tried to struggle to her feet.

But Nan Feng's arms were like iron bands, firmly wrapped around her waist and holding her captive in his embrace.

"Was Bi Ji telling the truth?" Nan Feng lowered his head and looked at the flushed, angry face in his arms. His voice softened unusually. "You really... don't hate me anymore?"

Zi Ji's heartbeat skipped instantly. She bit her lip hard, glared fiercely at Nan Feng, then haughtily turned away, leaving him with nothing but a crimson ear and the back of her head. She gave a stubborn little snort and refused to say a single word.

Seeing her awkward, stubborn refusal to admit anything, Nan Feng was not angered. Instead, a deep warmth welled up in his eyes.

He released one hand and gently cupped Zi Ji's turned head, then softly but firmly turned her face back toward him.

Under Zi Ji's slightly panicked gaze, Nan Feng lowered his head and gently pressed his forehead against hers.

Their breaths quietly mingled in that instant.

Nan Feng slowly closed his mismatched eyes, eyes that had seen through all the schemes of the world. Within this tranquil harbor that belonged only to him, he shed all his coldness and guard.

"Thank you."

Zi Ji's heartbeat instantly sped out of control, as though it might leap from her throat.