“Then you can go now.” An Xin nudged him, and he chuckled softly, “Why not take care of some things that I’ll have to do in the future? Since I’m going to do them anyway, I might as well do them in advance…”
An Xin blushed instantly and stomped on his foot: "You're so indecent!"
He said painfully, "I meant to go in and see Lord An."
An Xin: "..."
Chapter Ninety-Six: Not Good, Not Good
An Xin suddenly realized a key point in her sleep. She sat up abruptly, lit a candle, took out Feng Yi's waist belt, and began to write and draw on a piece of paper. Just as she was getting to the final result, the candle on the table was suddenly extinguished by the wind that rushed in through the suddenly opened window. An Xin's expression changed drastically. She subconsciously grabbed the waist belt in her palm. The next moment, she felt a chill on her neck. A thin, sharp blade was placed against her neck.
An Xin's body suddenly stiffened, but she dared not move another step, and her breathing became lighter.
In the darkness, the figures opposite could not be seen clearly; all that could be felt was a palpable, oppressive killing intent.
An Xin pursed her lips, a subtle confrontation, yet it also conveyed a message to her: the person in front of her did not intend to kill her immediately, and she still had a chance.
"If you're here to kill me, do it now. If it's for something else, I think we can still discuss it," An Xin said calmly, her back pressed against the wall, the cold surface of the wall clearing her mind.
The blade on her neck seemed to loosen slightly, but then the person pressed closer, and the blade, which had loosened a little, immediately pressed against her skin again. An Xin felt that the blade was against her blood vessels, and with just a little force, her blood would splatter out.
The more silent the person in front of her remained, the less An Xin could guess their intentions. Her gaze darkened, and An Xin slowly raised her wrist, preparing to use the hidden weapon on her wrist. But at that moment, the person raised their hand and pressed down on An Xin's wrist.
An Xin's expression suddenly changed drastically. This person is so perceptive!
Then a hand landed on An Xin's chest, the fingertips wandering along her clothes, and finally reaching into her bosom.
An Xin felt her heart freeze. What was this person going to do? Was he going to assault her?!
The hand groped inside her clothes, and the cool, tingling sensation did not make An Xin angry. Instead, it filled her with fear. It wasn't until the hand left her chest that An Xin suddenly remembered that she seemed to have Feng Yi's waist belt in her arms!
"You're the masked man!?" An Xin suddenly exclaimed, her heart pounding. She couldn't be certain this person was the masked man, but she assumed Feng Yi had been taken away by him. Therefore, this person was most likely the masked man, and if he was, then it meant he was the one who took Feng Yi! This reverse reasoning, though somewhat disjointed, made An Xin's conviction grow stronger as she clearly felt the man's fingertips pause.
"You arrested Feng Yi!? What are you going to do to him!? Why did you arrest An Wan!?" An Xin pressed him, her voice surprisingly calm. Asking him these questions was pointless; it would be a miracle if he told her. An Xin was just stalling for time, trying to gather more clues in the darkness.
But the next moment, something unexpected made An Xin's brain freeze—her lips went soft, and a kiss suddenly landed on her.
The touch of those lips was like snow and ice, cool and refreshing as they pressed against her lips. Even the tip of his tongue was cool, touching her tongue and then entwining with hers.
An Xin stood there, stunned, her mind blank. How could... how could he... kiss her?
In the darkness, a hand cradled the back of her head, and the cool tip of his tongue gradually melted with her warmth. The kiss deepened, and An Xin seemed to forget how to react.
The kisses began to spread to her chin and neck. An Xin seemed to be moved by the passion, raising her hand to hug the other person's neck, her body trembling slightly.
The originally cold and solemn atmosphere instantly became enchanting.
The man's hand slowly tightened, sliding down to her waist, pulling her body closer, until a sharp pain shot through her neck, causing her body to tremble suddenly.
An Xin said softly, "If I exert even a little force, you will die."
The man held her hand tightly, showing no intention of letting go. Instead, he leaned down and bit her chin hard. An Xin's heart skipped a beat. This biting action was just like Yan Zhen's. In that moment of distraction, the man had already disappeared. An Xin stared at the wide-open window, the light in her eyes growing dimmer and darker.
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The next day.
An Xin stared impatiently at Yan Zhen and said, "My lord, have you seen enough?!"
Yan Zhen's face darkened. He lifted An Xin's chin and gritted his teeth, asking, "Where did this come from?"
An Xin rolled her eyes and said, "Where can a hickey come from? Of course, it's from being bitten!" Last night was quite a thrilling experience, but she really couldn't do anything about this hickey. She couldn't exactly put a veil on her face. With Yan Zhen, the more you try to cover it up, the more suspicious you seem. It's better to just let him see it directly.
Yan Zhen's face was as black as charcoal: "Who bit me? Besides me, who else would have the guts to do that?!"
An Xin had originally thought it necessary to have a serious talk with him about this matter, but she was amused by his words, "Does Your Excellency mean you've eaten the gall of a leopard?"
Yan Zhen gritted her teeth: "You better be serious!"
An Xin pouted and said, "Now that things have come to this, I have no choice but to tell you the truth. Last night, my lover came and was furious that I had fallen for someone else, so he punished me severely. Before leaving, he even bit my chin and warned me that if I dared to be unfaithful to him again, he would bite me to death!"
Yan Zhen: "..."
An Xin said, "Seriously speaking, sir, you are a third party who interfered in my relationship with my lover. If he bites me to death, I will haunt you and seek revenge."
As soon as he finished speaking, the air seemed to freeze.
Yan Zhen stared at her, her gaze as cold and sharp as a knife.
After a long while, he suddenly smiled and said, "Hmm, is that so? So Xin'er has fallen for me instead."
An Xin: "..." Can this person please stop selectively listening?
"Tell me your lover's name." His anger seemed to have vanished in an instant, turning into calm in an instant. He even kindly raised his hand to wipe the spittle that had sprayed from the corner of her lips.
"..." She just made that up on the spot.
"When did Xin'er develop such a taste for the extreme? How did she end up with such a beast as her lover?"
"..." This person never speaks politely when he gets jealous.
"Why aren't you saying anything? Have you become mute?" He raised his hand and pinched her cheek.
An Xin felt a little pain from his grip, so she raised her hand to push his hand away and said casually, "Are you jealous? Even if you are, how can you be jealous of a beast? If an adult is jealous of a beast, isn't that worse than a beast?"
Yan Zhen felt his anger, which he had finally managed to suppress, being reignited. He raised his foot and kicked the table over.
An Xin was writing Feng Yi's birth date and time on the table when he suddenly kicked her, startling her and making a mess of her writing materials. She angrily shouted, "What are you doing?!"