The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master

Chapter 645 - 645: Don’t Tell Me You Don’t Care About My Life and Want to Rape Me?

Chapter 645 - 645: Don’t Tell Me You Don’t Care About My Life and Want to Rape Me?

Translator: Atlas Studios    Editor: Atlas Studios

“Aiya, Yan Ye, don’t you think the heavens are very powerful?” Beiting Huang grabbed Yan Ye’s wrist and her gaze lingered on his jade-like fingers for a moment. She smiled roguishly and said, “I clearly know that you have ulterior motives towards me and want to get close to me, but I don’t let you do so. Hehe, Yan Ye, tell me, what did you do that made the heavens punish you like this? Look, as soon as you get close to me, my blood flows in reverse and I almost bleed from my seven orifices.”

Yan Ye’s originally relaxed expression had turned serious again, and his face was terrifyingly pale, with a storm brewing in his eyes. Seeing that, Beiting Huang smiled fearlessly. “Yan Ye, don’t tell me you don’t care about my life and want to rape me?” She deliberately pretended to be very afraid and took two steps back. “Don’t be like this. Besides, I’m only 14 years old. I’m still underage…”

Beiting Huang was simply fearless. She looked serious, but she did not let go of Yan Ye’s wrist. Her fingers were even gently rubbing his smooth wrist.

Yan Ye pulled out his hand and stood up, staring deeply at Beiting Huang. How could he not tell what she was thinking? He had mixed feelings. He leaned down and hugged her in his arms. His face gently stroked her face, and his voice was no longer gentle. Instead, it was low and charming. “Huanger, don’t be afraid. I won’t let you… bleed from your seven orifices. Wait for me for another three months. Soon, I’ll let you be free and won’t suffer like this anymore! ”

Unlike when he had kissed Beiting Huang in a frenzied manner previously,

Yan Ye seemed to be in an especially low mood. His hand that was hugging the Beiting Huang was especially light and careful, as if she was a fragile porcelain doll that would shatter if he was not careful. “Believe me, I won’t make you wait long. Soon, you won’t have to suffer like this anymore!”

Beiting Huang did not understand what he was saying, but she believed that there must be a story behind it. A second ago, she was still racking her brains to think of a way to find out the secret from Yan Ye. She had even used words to provoke him to see if she could get him to say a few words in anger.

However, at this moment, when she heard Yan Ye’s words, Beiting Huang instinctively felt a little afraid. She had a feeling that she would lose him.

Who was he to her? He wasn’t family, nor did he seem to be a friend. However, she had unknowingly become used to relying on him. On this continent, she was reckless and heartless. She was so arrogant and despotic that she wished she could fly into the sky. In addition to her mysterious confidence, she had a faint feeling that no matter what trouble she caused, even if she stabbed the sky, this man would stand up for her without her saying anything.

Every time she saw others thinking that she was from the Night Kings Manor and the people of Yan City being wary of her, it greatly satisfied the vanity in her heart.

No matter how powerful a woman was, she could not avoid being poisoned by a strong man. To top it off, this man had the power to overturn the world.

“What else can hurt him?” Beiting Huang lay on the bed. Yan Ye had already left, so her thoughts couldn’t stop. “The rules of the world? If it’s that, since the rules of the world can exist, we can definitely destroy it.”

“How can I not protect you when you’re so protective of me?” Beiting Huang took a deep breath and covered her face with the blanket. “No matter who it is, even if it’s the rules of the world, I won’t allow it to hurt you. As long as I’m alive, I’ll avenge my parents and save you from the pain in your body!”

After an unknown period of time, Beiting Huang fell asleep in a daze and woke up again. The sky was bright, and there was a faint dawn light outside the window. On the chaise longue by the window, there was a figure tilted.

Through the heavy gauze curtain, Beiting Huang couldn’t be wrong. It was

Yan Ye..