Wutan City.
The Xiao Clan.
Gu Xun'er slumped on the ground, her face deathly pale. A rare trace of fear showed on her delicate, fair features.
In all her life, she had never known what fear was.
That night, she had undressed and gone to sleep when Xiao Yan, the Xiao Clan's Third Young Master, actually climbed over the wall and jumped through the window into her room.
Since Xun'er was a girl, some things were simply inconvenient. Ling Ying could not stay at her side twenty-four hours a day, or all her private moments would be exposed to the eyes of a Dou Emperor like him.
That was, of course, unacceptable.
Especially at night, Ling Ying could not keep watching Xun'er's room.
All this had given the Xiao Clan's Third Young Master-a transmigrator pretending not to be one-an opportunity.
Furious, Xun'er demanded to know why Xiao Yan had entered her room in the dead of night and what he intended to do.
Xiao Yan felt secure in his position as the Xiao Clan's Third Young Master. He was also shrewd and worldly, acting with an assertiveness no boy of a few years should have possessed. The young Xun'er had let down her guard. After all, they were both very young then, and Xiao Yan was just a little brat who had not even fully developed.
Then Xiao Yan climbed onto her bed, held her little hand, and used Dou Qi to nurture her meridians, leaving them both drenched in sweat every time.
Why hadn't she refused?
She wanted to know that herself. Why hadn't she refused back then?
Fan Tian had also carefully analyzed the reasons behind it.
His conclusion was that curiosity killed the cat.
First, Xun'er and Xiao Yan were both very young-too young to think of