Looking at Yao Wan beside him, expressionless and already swiftly reining in her killing intent, Xiao Yan could not help raising his eyes. Though his face remained calm and unruffled, Wan'er's mood was probably far from pleasant at the moment.
Xiao Yan could naturally understand that.
In a sense, with no grudge or conflict of interest between them, anyone who could make Wan'er want to kill them to silence them upon their very first meeting was certainly quite capable.
Xiao Yan could not help gently shaking his head, prompting Yao Wan to glance at him. "What, can't bear to part with her? Feeling tender toward a beauty?"
The beauty looked cold and aloof, her gaze slanting sideways. Though much of the killing intent in her pale golden eyes had faded, her look remained sharp.
How could Xiao Yan fail to hear the heavy jealousy in Yao Wan's tone?
The last time she had been this jealous seemed to have been back at Jia Nan Academy...
Xiao Yan slightly opened his mouth, but first let out a sigh before lowering his voice. "Wan'er, you really think too lightly of me."
"Hmph... Isn't this our great Flame Emperor's appreciation for beauty? Could I possibly be wrong?"
Yao Wan curled her lips and sneered, leaving Xiao Yan with a face full of dark lines. Yet he could hardly argue, so he could only silently close his eyes, unable to help regretting his earlier self-righteous, glib excuse.
Seeing Xiao Yan say nothing, looking entirely like he had lowered his head and admitted his mistake, Yao Wan gave a soft snort but did not say anything further.
Of course, she knew Xiao Yan had not meant it that way.
After all, he was someone who had made his way through seas of blades and mountains