Chapter 37: Why Are You Crying?
Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
The single sentence immediately awed the young Ye Niannian.
The young boy burped between sobs and looked at Duan Jinyan, intimidated, finally making the slow realization that…
This brother…
Really didn’t like him.
Seeing that he finally shut up, Duan Jinyan controlled the malice in his eyes. His delicate brows soothed and slightly tilted his head, half-smiling.
Creatures like children…
They are so annoying.
But…
He had to deal with Ye Niannian no matter how impatient he was because of Ye Niannian’s identity.
He was a five year old boy after all, he was easy to coo and a few words was enough to make him believe anything.
The little thing stood anxiously from afar, grabbing a corner of her dress, staring at Duan Jinyan with her round cat eyes.
Her first impression of him was that this “brodda” was really good looking.
“Woof!” The puppy who followed her here wagged its tail crazily as it saw her staring at him, biting her dress, wanting to pull her outside.
“Woof!” What are you looking at!!
Is that devil king someone you should be looking at?!
“Doggy?” The little thing’s eyes lit up. She bent down to pick it up and pouted slightly, “You’ve gotten fatter.”
“…”
That just hit its heart squarely in the middle.
It watched as Duan Jinyan walked towards him, tilting its head to the side, and collapsed in Ye Sang’s arms hopelessly.
Whatever.
Whatever happens, happens.
Although Duan Jinyan was as intelligent as a devil, her fathers weren’t useless either.
The male lead was still quite young. with Ye Sang being the only variable, the future winner is yet to be decided.
On the way to save the villains, perhaps it isn’t a bad idea to let this little thing get rid of the male lead?
The puppy wagged its tails as its imagination ran wild.
“…a kid?” Duan Jinyan sounded lazy as he leaned forward slightly, curving his eyes. His extremely delicate face showed the energy of a young teenager.
The little thing couldn’t help but take a few steps back as soon as he approached her.
She fixed her stare on him with her round cat eyes as part of the storyline appeared in her head.
Duan Jinyan.
The devil, black lotus, and yandere of the novel.
Other children saw things normally, but ten-year-old Duan Jinyan loved to fiddle with power and influence, and he loved to scheme.
He didn’t hold a concrete value of right or wrong, he either cut the weeds and eliminated the roots or cremated the bones and scattered the ashes.
After the little thing finished recalling the story plot with an endearingly silly and tilted head, her eyes gradually teared up under Duan Jinyan’s fake smiling eyes and she subconsciously decided to run away.
She doesn’t like this male lead!
“Little sister, why are you running?”
The young teenager dragged his voice on leisurely. He leaned forward with a profound smile and dragged Ye Sang back.
“Want to tell on me?” He raised his voice and he sounded like he was smiling.
Duan Jinyan looked down at the little thing and his cold finger wiped her reddish eyes gently as if he was picking up a fallen peach blossom.
“Why are you crying?”
He tilted his head to the side and smiled, sounding innocent like a child, “I won’t eat you, you know.”