Wang Yan stood there dazedly, staring at Beiming Xue, his whole body boiling with hot blood, as if everything around him had disappeared at that moment. In Wang Yan's eyes, the entire world was reduced to just Beiming Xue.
"What's wrong with me? Why is my heart racing? Why is my whole body boiling with hot blood?"
"Why do I have this urge to hold Xue'er in my arms?"
"Is this Demon Art? Doesn't seem like it? Is this the Demon Pattern Divine Technique? Doesn't seem like that either?"
"What exactly did Xue'er do to me? Why does a single word from her have such power?"
Wang Yan's heart was racing and turning, yet his eyes never left Beiming Xue.
Beiming Xue was being stared at by Wang Yan's focused and fiery gaze, her face instantly flushed, and she couldn't help but lower her head, burying it deep in her chest, but her heart kept pounding, and her pretty face became redder and redder, like a ripe red apple.
