Xue An's head shook like a rattle-drum in an instant, "I'm not coming over!"
An Yan grinned playfully, "Aiya, what are you so afraid of? I just want to say a couple of words to you!"
Xue An took a deep breath, "What can't you say right here? Do you really have to come over?"
An Yan's beautiful eyebrows raised slightly, "Hmm? I'll ask you one more time, are you coming over or not?"
"Not coming if I said I'm not coming. As the lofty Immortal Venerable, how can I go back on my word?" Xue An declared with righteous fervor.
An Yan's smile remained unchanged on her face, but her tone turned chillingly cold, "Cut the crap, come here!"
Xue An: "..."
After a moment, Xue An stood grinning and grimacing, suffering from the sharp pain in his shoulder.
Because at this moment, An Yan, with a "ferocious" face, was biting down hard on Xue An's shoulder.
While biting, An Yan spoke with a muffled voice: "Biting you to death, you big bad guy, ya ya ya ya!"
