Ning Feiyan's commotion was quite loud, causing Su Jing to inadvertently look up.
Baili An's hand, which was holding the tea, trembled violently. He took a few deep breaths to barely calm his unusual turmoil, then met Ning Feiyan's charming eyes that seemed to smile without smiling, and couldn't help but curse inwardly.
At that moment, if he just threw the cup of tea in his hand regardless, it would be too unusual.
In his bones, Baili An was a person who upheld propriety. In the past, to relieve Ning Feiyan's chaotic period, he would only engage in intimate acts with her in private.
Now, in the palace hall, there were no less than three pairs of eyes watching. To do such playful things under the watchful eyes of others was utterly absurd.
How could Baili An not guess that Ning Feiyan harbored resentment toward the Female Demon Lord? Clearly aware of the Demon Lord's domineering possessive thoughts, she deliberately wanted to do mischief under her nose.
