Journey to the End of the Night Chapter 1698 - 1016: Furry Tuanzi

But Qin Muqing was persistent and relentless.

"In my humble opinion, Miss Jing from the Taixuan Sect is not entirely without suspicion.

After all, Miss Jing never personally admitted that she bid for the Punishment Pill to detoxify her Sect’s disciple.

Tan Guangjun doesn’t have to rush to put on the shackles, but it is still necessary to take her away for a good interrogation.

After all, right and wrong shouldn’t be decided by Ji alone, shouldn’t they?"

Before Tan Guangjun could speak, Baili An looked up at Qin Muqing and smiled:

"Why be so blunt about some things? My Senior Sister is just a bit reserved by nature and not good with words. Why must Miss Qin be so aggressive?"

"I’m being aggressive? When Miss Jing confidently claimed that the Punishment Pill had been fed to the dog, I didn’t see the slightest hint of a reserved nature."

"Regarding this issue..." Baili An replied with a faint smile:

"I’ve already given an explanation, but Miss Qin is just too dim-witted to understand."

Qin Muqing chuckled coldly: "I am dim-witted, please enlighten me, Mr. Ji."

Baili An sighed softly, tilting his head slightly to look towards Su Jing.

His pupils were deep in color, like ink flowers blossoming in an illusory world.

Su Jing met that gaze, feeling inexplicably stirred, her heart rippling like a small stone had been tossed into it.

She unnaturally averted her eyes, avoiding direct eye contact with him.

For those in the Wanggui Building, this behavior was truly surprising.

The rumored white-clad Su Jing from the Taixuan actually avoiding eye contact with a man.

Baili An, seeing her remain silent, didn’t get upset but casually strolled closer to her.

He stood very close, lacking a sense of personal space.

He could faintly smell the scent of slight sweat from her body.

Unknowingly, Baili An realized he was half a head taller than her.

He lowered himself slightly, his gaze level with hers, his dark eyes soft and luminous, the smile at his lips causing hearts to skip.

Su Jing turned her head to the other side again.

Baili An, unwilling to back down, followed her gaze, locking eyes with her again.

Su Jing turned away again, yet remained stationary, without retreating a step, merely playing a game of eye dodging.

Baili An remained silent, persistently pursuing her gaze.

Su Jing, being pestered relentlessly, became slightly vexed, her dark, deep eyes revealing a hint of complex emotion.

She finally turned her face forward, meeting his eyes directly.

"Don’t get involved in this matter."

Her voice was still cool, emotionless, yet inexplicably tinged with a trace of helplessness and subtle softness.

This attitude and response were truly eye-opening.

When did the Taixuan Sect’s Miss Jing start to have a hint of...obedience?

Seeing her like this, Baili An was certain this had nothing to do with the Emperor’s poisoning.

As for why she was avoiding his gaze and her unusual behavior, Baili An had some insight.

Since the Emperor Chenghuang’s incident, the Divine Envoy arrived in the Mortal World, and the guests gathered in the Wanggui Building until now.

She seemed to avoid meeting his eyes consciously.

As Wen Hanwei’s newly accepted disciple, Ji Xinnian, there was no reason for her to become so sensitive and strange.

From their earlier eye contact, Baili An was already ninety percent certain.

Su Jing had likely recognized his identity from the start.

Yet, she pretended not to know him—in her mind, this wasn’t hard to guess.

But judging from her current attitude, she evidently didn’t want to implicate him in this matter; he tried to defend her on good faith.

Yet this seemed to corner her in a dead end instead.

Su Jing finally retreated a half step, slightly leaning back, her clear eyes regaining their tranquility and peace.

She calmly said: "This pill is mine..."

Baili An could see through her intentions; the lie he crafted for escape today wasn’t entirely flawless.

Sooner or later, Qin Muqing caught on to them both and wouldn’t let go.

If proven a lie, the trap originally set for her alone would catch them both at once.

Judging by her demeanor, she intended to take the fall to not involve him.

Baili An wanted to reach out to pull this foolish woman back, his gaze lingering on the fine sweat beading on her delicate neck, feeling a fire inside.

Ultimately, he didn’t do so, only gently lifting his eyelids.

扔了抬手 Baili An suddenly raised his hand, twirling a soft lock of her hair between his fingers leisurely.

His eyes regained their transparency, calling softly, yet with a hint of nonchalance:

"Woof..."

The voice was so low it was nearly inaudible, the tone soft, the ending note gently lifting.

Su Jing’s eyes widened abruptly, as if possessed, pulling back the half-step she’d retreated, submitting to his close proximity and touch.

Funny how his breath was clearly icy cold, yet seemed to have a warmth teasingly scratching at the heart.

Her previously hanging hands found themselves within her sleeves—both innocently obedient.

No one could see her index finger nail tugging at a thread end on her sleeve, twisting it into a ball, rolling it swiftly.

Her gaze remained serene, yet not quite, the hues within deeper than before.