The astonishing elasticity and tender softness strangely ignited a devilish fire in Zhou Yan's heart.
Yilan seemed to sense it as well, and suddenly her heart fluttered in panic, not knowing what to do. She simply clung to Zhou Yan's arm, clueless and her mind went blank.
Zhou Yan casually glanced at Yilan's naive girlish behavior and couldn't help but smile. He withdrew his hand and gently pinched Yilan's delicate, smooth, and bouncy cheek, chuckling, "Of course it's true. Earlier, when you were groping around, the Master saw you took many detours, yet your mental state remained calm and not rash, which is good. Here, we are about to face the exalted Netherworld Goddess, and you have even received an urgent Imperial Decree to head there in a rush, but you still manage to stay calm—that's incredibly rare."
