Ever since Zhao Changhe began to be straightforward with his pursuit, Ye Jiuyou had seemed a little dazed.0

In any case, the questions that had once puzzled her now found their perfect answer—why he insisted on helping her, why he was willing to risk his life and body for her experiments, why he cared so much about whether she trusted him…0

All these seemingly irrational actions that would normally be deemed madness in a mere ally, could be explained by a simple truth: he wanted her.0

So he truly wanted me…0

Only now did she realize, in a dazed, belated flash of clarity, that she had actually thought of the possibility before… only to instinctively reject it. Now, however, it became evident that this was the only answer. This scoundrel had never been like the other so-called gods and demons obsessed solely with their cultivation paths.0

Because she had half-suspected it, when he spoke the words aloud, she felt a strange sense of inevitability, showing little outward reaction. Only now did she feel that she ought to have been furious. But alas, having missed the first chance to strike him with a stick, the atmosphere had shifted, and she no longer had the grounds to lash out.0

Ye Jiuyou genuinely had no idea how to deal with a man who openly displayed his intentions. She certainly was not equipped to handle the kind of “battle-hardened” methods Zhao Changhe now employed. Apart from falling into silence, she had no better means of coping. And if she did not know how to respond, she simply chose not to.0

What stroll through the market? Utterly absurd.0

Fortunately, her cold and aloof nature masked her flustered state. Even Zhao Changhe failed to see that her demeanor was not coldness but confusion.0

So, he simply continued to press forward with a grin, “Are you not going to answer? I’ll take that as silent consent, then…...0