Leng Yaozhu Broke Down: She Didn't Even Dare Get Close-What Right Did That Woman Have to Hold Him All Night?

The dorm room was so quiet that only the faint sound of wind in the distance outside the window remained.

Lin An's hand slid down from her face and hung at his side.

He took half a step back, leaned against the wall, and let out a long breath.

The Rakshasa God's remnant soul itself contained the most extreme love and hatred in the world.

Even after being cleansed and remolded, those instincts engraved deep within the soul would never truly disappear.

And his negligence during this time had allowed the negative emotions within her to build up to a dangerous tipping point.

But—

Her core programming was to love him?

He certainly didn't remember having anyone write that code.

He lowered his head and remained silent for a long time.

Then he saw Shadow Brake's expression.

The corners of her mouth drooped slightly, her lashes lowered, and the light in her blood-colored pupils dimmed a little.

Like a helpless little beast rejected by its owner.

Lin An sighed and reached out to rub the top of her head.

Shadow Brake froze for a moment.

Then she felt the boy's soft palm resting atop her head, gently rubbing it again and again.

His fingers passed through her hair, warm to the touch, like a ray of sunlight shining into her hollow core.

All at once, she wanted to hold him.

She thought it, and she did it.

She reached out and pulled the boy's entire body into her arms.

Lin An instinctively wanted to break free, but in the end, he did not move.

He sighed, wrapped an arm around Shadow Brake's waist, and gently patted her back.

"Alright, alright. Stop making a fuss."

Shadow Brake rested her chin on top of his head.

The darkness in her blood-colored pupils