In truth, Yan Huo was worrying for nothing. Bei Mingyuan hadn't even noticed him; he was too busy trying to calm his own mind.
He'd sent Xin Huohuo away not because he was too tired to speak, nor because he didn't want to see her. It was because he didn't want his heart to fall into further turmoil. The sensual image from the plane—of her clinging to him, her hands covering his eyes—kept replaying in his mind. On top of that, she kept looking at him with that grateful, yet conflicted and hesitant expression, as if she didn't know what to do. Every glance was a provocation.
'Doesn't she realize it's like she's seducing me without even trying?'
'The demonic path is a path nonetheless. Cultivating it requires a steady heart for the Way. If that heart is thrown into chaos, it invites all sorts of trouble, especially at a critical moment like this.'
