First Summoner

Feng Xingyao rubbed his cheek along her palm, and his amorous eyes seemed to turn the charm into reality. He stared at Shen Yan straightly, making her blush involuntarily.

"Fox demons usually bewitch people."

He gave the answer.

"But I only bewitched you. When can you kiss my lips?" His eyes slid down and landed on her red lips. His throat slid unconsciously and he pursed his lips in restraint.

Shen Yan stared at him, and the fingers that were stroking his cheek gradually moved to his bright red and moist lips, and gently pressed against them. His lips were incredibly soft, and she smiled and said, "I have to think about it."

Feng Xingyao was aroused by her teasing.

His eyes turned redder.

His hand also slowly touched her waist, with a slight coolness, but like a fire, burning on her waist. His breathing became rapid and heavy, as if he was suppressing some strong emotions.

"Ayan." His voice was low and hoarse, and his eyes were surprisingly deep.

"Control yourself." Shen Yan was not a naive girl. She understood the look in his eyes, but the pace was too fast.

Shen Yan noticed that he looked a little aggrieved, and her heart softened a little. She kindly suggested, "Do you want to take a cold shower?"

"...Yeah." Feng Xingyao responded in a low voice, and finally left a sentence "wait for me" before leaving her room.

After he left, the temperature in the room seemed to drop.

Shen Yan raised her hand and touched her face.

It's hot.

Abnormally hot.

She walked to the bed and picked up the red jade hairpin from under the pillow. Before he came back, Shen Yan made the final carving and modifications to it.

About half an hour later.

Feng Xingyao is back.

He walked slowly into the room with steady steps.

He was wearing a blood-red robe, which made his skin look even whiter, like an immortal. His black hair fell behind his broad shoulders like a waterfall, and the ends of his hair were still slightly wet, as if he had just showered.

He walked steadily towards Shen Yan, who was concentrating on studying martial arts and combat techniques.

"looking at what?"

Hearing this, Shen Yan looked up at the man in front of her, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

She suddenly recalled the first time she met him. He was also dressed in red, arrogant and unruly, making it hard to tell his true self.

From the initial mutual exploitation to the current emotional entanglement, everything has changed dramatically.

Shen Yan couldn't help but say, "You look good in red."

Feng Xingyao raised his eyebrows and curled the corners of his lips. He sat next to Shen Yan, "Do you like it?"

"Yeah." Shen Yan nodded.

He followed her words and said, "Then I will wear more in the future."

Shen Yan glanced at him and felt that she was almost addicted to his beauty and couldn't extricate herself. She couldn't help but wonder if he used some seductive skills to make her heart flutter.

When he was about to get closer, she said, "I'm looking at the inherited swordsmanship of the Shen family."

"Let me see." Feng Xingyao's attention was diverted. He reached out and took the sword manual handed over by Shen Yan. The cover was inscribed with: Shape-Shifting Sword Technique.

Feng Xingyao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he felt that it was somewhat familiar.

He opened the sword manual and took a quick look at it.

He remembered.

He looked at Shen Yan and said, "I have met several people who have used this kind of swordsmanship."

"When?" Shen Yan heard this and thought to himself, could it be that the ancestors before the Tianzhou Dynasty had seen him?

Feng Xingyao was stumped by the question.

There was something slightly odd about his expression.

Seeing this, Shen Yan asked, "You don't remember?"

Feng Xingyao hesitated to speak. It was not that he didn't remember it, but this time point was too long ago, so long that it was a little outrageous.

He coughed lightly and said, "I can't remember clearly."

Shen Yan saw that he was deliberately hiding something, and thought of something, and laughed, "How old are you?"

"Not that big." Feng Xingyao said immediately, and then he quickly changed the subject and said: "I have sent people to Changming Realm to pass the news to your friends. Once they know the news, they will be relieved."

Shen Yan gave a light 'hmm'.

"Thank you."

Feng Xingyao came closer, stared at her with charming eyes, and smiled charmingly, "Just kiss me as a thank you."

Shen Yan turned sideways, raised her hand to pinch his chin, and placed a kiss on his brow.

His eyelashes trembled slightly.

...

That night, Shen Yan focused on studying the "Shadow-Shifting Sword Technique", carefully pondering every move and trying to comprehend the mystery. And Feng Xingyao, as usual, lay quietly on her legs, and fell asleep with even breathing.

In the early morning, the sun shines into the room through the window, bringing a touch of warmth and brightness. However, this tranquility is broken by Shen Ce's request for an audience.

Shen Ce's arrival forced Feng Xingyao to leave Shen Yan's side. His face instantly turned gloomy, as if a dark cloud was covering him. His mood also became extremely irritable, and he wished he could kill Shen Ce who had disturbed them.

Shen Yan said softly: "Don't be angry, he should be talking to me about the Tianzhou Dynasty. Don't worry, I'm just talking about business with him."

"I know." Feng Xingyao said with understanding.

He hooked his finger around Shen Yan's little finger and said with a smile, "I'll wait for you."

Shen Yan couldn't help but smile when she heard this, not because he acted considerate, but because she thought his "pretending" was particularly interesting.

Because she knew that he was not a generous person.

After all, he had never suffered any loss since he started trading.

"it is good."

Shen Yan finally went out.

The person guarding outside the door was none other than Mr. Qiu.

Shen Yan nodded slightly towards Mr. Qiu as a greeting.

Then she looked up and saw Shen Ce standing in the yard.

Shen Ce was dressed in white today, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and a handsome appearance, but his expression was extremely serious. Only when he saw Shen Yan did his expression soften a little.

"Your Highness."

Shen Yan nodded slightly and walked down the stairs.

Just then, Feng Xingyao's voice came from behind.

"Ayan, I'll wait for you."

Shen Yan turned her head and saw a man leaning against the door in dishevel, his cheeks slightly red, which matched his charming and handsome face, making him extremely alluring. His eyes were watery and full of affection, and he seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Shen Yan paused: "..." There's no need to be like this...

At this moment, Shen Ce's face turned black.

Feng Xingyao seemed to realize his own gaffe. He raised his hand and slightly lifted up his red dress that had slipped off and straightened it.

He looked at Shen Ce with a smile in his eyes.

Shen Ce felt as if all the bones in his body were cold. He pursed his lips and held on, not letting himself weaken in front of Shen Yan.

After Shen Yan asked Feng Xingyao to go back to his room, she turned to look at Shen Ce, who looked unhappy.

Shen Ce's lips turned purple.

It's like being poisoned.

Shen Yan asked: "Are you okay?"