"Little Yan 'er, come back to the demon Realm with me, alright?"
the man's voice was low, hoarse, and charming.
His fingers were gently stroking the young girl's hair.
Bai Yan sensed the temperature of di Cang's fingertips. That cold touch made her entire body tremble and the rationality that she had lost returned to her mind.
She left the man's embrace, her eyes burning with determination.
"Di Cang, I don't believe in any man, I only believe in myself."
"I also don't want to be the demon Empress of the demon Realm. What I want to do is to become the king of this continent! Do you understand?"
She had her own ambitions, and she would never become an existence that depended on a man!
Di Cang's slender fingers stiffened and his breathing was a little hurried. In this heavy atmosphere, the entire room became quiet.
It was so quiet that Bai Yan could only hear the man's breathing.
"Then what about Qianqian's Chu Yifeng?"
