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"Don't worry, Senior Sister. Even if I get hurt myself, I won't let our little junior sister suffer so much as a scratch." Ye Qingchuan sounded obedient, with a touch of wheedling in his voice.

Hmph. He really does have two faces.

He had barely held Ye Zhenzhen for a moment before claiming the sunshine was lovely in Begonia Grove and the air smelled sweet. Then he carried her out of their senior sister's sight.

Ye Zhenzhen's heart suddenly raced. What's the little devil going to do?

As soon as they reached the depths of Begonia Grove, Ye Qingchuan stopped. His Auspicious Phoenix Eyes swept over her from head to toe, their probing, sinister gaze making her feel as though he were inspecting some kind of monster.

Ye Zhenzhen: ?

Do I have a pimple on my face?

She widened her eyes and stared straight back at him.

A gust of wind sent begonia blossoms fluttering down around them. Dreamy pink petals drifted through the air, spreading a sweet, pleasant fragrance and casting a soft haze over Ye Qingchuan's face. Though his gaze was rather gloomy, she could not help being drawn to the beautiful shape of his eyes.

The outer corners were long and tilted slightly upward, their curves as smooth and intoxicating as if they had been measured to perfection. What deft hands had Nuwa used to create such a unique pair of eyes?

His skin looked sickly pale, but the mole on his high-bridged nose was a stroke of genius. It lent his entire face an elegant, aristocratic air. His bone structure was practically flawless.

Third Senior Brother, Third Senior Brother, are you really my third senior brother?

How can you be so good-looking?

Ye Zhenzhen had always been a sucker for a pretty face; her principles went wherever her eyes led. She had been complaining that the system was unfair to make her save everyone who could hear her thoughts, including this future mad, possessive Great Devil King. But now that she had seen him up close, she realized how handsome he was—and how perfectly he suited her tastes.

When heaven entrusts someone with a great mission, it must first have them save a pretty young man, keep him from turning evil, and stop him from going mad for love.

"Good-looking?" Ye Qingchuan's lips twisted into a self-mocking smile. Until now, he had only heard people complain that he was too delicate, nothing like a brawny, powerful man. This was the first time anyone had called him good-looking.

Of course! Your eyes are so distinctive, and your nose is gorgeous. You look like a handsome young man from the heavens.

Hee hee. Hee hee hee. Hee hee hee hee~

Gazing at Ye Qingchuan beneath the begonia tree, Little Glutinous Rice Ball smiled like someone hopelessly smitten, her eyes full of stars. She could never get enough of looking at a handsome young man.

Ye Qingchuan: ?

Do all babies smile like that? Why does it feel so strange?

Suddenly, a cold hand settled on her chin. Its fingers were slender and its knuckles sharply defined, yet it bore down on her like a mountain of ice, sending a chill through her entire body.

Ye Qingchuan gripped her soft little chin and was just about to move his thumb lower.

Something sticky and wet spread across his finger, making him frown in discomfort. Baby drool! More precisely, it was the drool Ye Zhenzhen had let dribble from her mouth at the sight of a handsome face.

Ye Qingchuan had never dealt with small children, much less babies, and he remembered little of his own infancy. Why would a baby drool? Could she be hungry?

But whether Little Glutinous Rice Ball was hungry was none of his concern. Without a change in expression, he wiped the drool onto her tender cheek. It was as smooth as a peeled egg. Then he pressed his thumb against her neck, his gaze turning sharp. "Talk. Who are you really? Why can you send your thoughts to us?"

I... I'm your little junior sister, Ye Zhenzhen.

Ye Zhenzhen swallowed miserably and twisted her little head, trying to escape his thumb. A baby's neck was not yet fully developed. It was soft and terribly fragile; one small twist could break it, or even tear her head from her body.

I'm just a tiny baby! You can hear my thoughts because we're fated to meet. Fate brought us together and helped us understand each other.

"Is that so?" An unreadable smile touched Ye Qingchuan's lips. His thumb rested precisely on a vulnerable spot on her neck, poised to press down. "Little Junior Sister, you seem to... know a little too much."

Too much? What do I know?

Damn it! Ye Qingchuan would not explain himself, leaving her no opening to argue. All she could do was play dumb and put on an exaggerated performance.

Third Senior Brother, I'm only a month old! I never even leave home. What could I possibly know? You can hear my thoughts, sure, but sometimes there's interference. Who's to say you didn't mishear something?

You must have misheard me and gotten the wrong idea! Aaaah!

The cold finger did not let go. It pressed down against her delicate neck. Little Glutinous Rice Ball could not catch her breath. Coughing incessantly, she struggled to think of a way to save herself.

Senior Sister, Senior Sister! You're here!

"Senior Sister?" Ye Qingchuan snatched his hand away and looked around, but there was no one in sight.

"So you dare trick me!" His hand returned to her neck, ready to press down again.

Wait! Do you know what color Senior Sister likes you to wear most?

"Blue?"

Wrong. Green. She thinks you look more lively and sunny in green.

Do you know what kind of gifts Senior Sister likes receiving from you most?

"Talismans?"

Wrong. Flowers. Senior Sister loves beautiful, romantic things.

Do you know who Senior Sister is destined to be with?

"Who?" Ye Qingchuan's voice grew distinctly tense.

That Shen Xingyan from earlier.

He planned to play the hero and save her today to win her affection. Later, he'll turn Senior Sister into his Furnace and torment her in body and soul. He'll use her to destroy our entire sect. He's utterly vile!

Mad and possessive—sick in both mind and love. It probably came from a lack of love deep down. People like that hardly cared whether anyone else lived or died, but they cared fiercely about those dear to them. Use someone they cared about as bait, and they were sure to bite.

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