Ning Feiyan ground her teeth in anger, wishing she could skin this fool, Baili An.
Before such a thirsty Female Demon Lord, why did he have to pick such a foolish excuse—one that was like sending a sheep into the tiger's mouth?
Baili An clutched the blanket tightly, fearing that the Demon Lord couldn't restrain herself from forcing him aggressively.
He trembled and dared not respond, his eyes shifting suddenly to the delicate bird cage in her hand.
As if finding a savior, he hurriedly changed the subject, "Where did this bird in the cage come from? It looks pretty, although it does look a bit fierce."
Hearing his question, the Female Demon Lord's eyes softened, and the ambiguity in her eyes quietly receded.
She sat upright, lifted the birdcage in her hand, eyes curling into a smile, clear and moving like water.
