He stood silently by the bed, watching her for a moment. Then he turned and vanished.
…
Shen Lang hadn't been asleep.
Once she felt Changfan's gaze was gone, she breathed a quiet sigh of relief and asked the system in her mind,
"What the hell is going on? Is there really a thousand-year-old ferocious beast sealed in that pond?"
She was full of doubt herself.
If it was true, the beast's calmness was obviously unnatural. No wonder Changfan thought there was something different about her.
'Aside from my beauty, figure, intelligence, abilities, talent, personality, emotional intelligence, people skills, social graces, charitable works, status, and reputation, I can't think of a single thing that makes me different.' The only other thing was her rather special constitution—the Heavenly Demon Body. Of course, other than sounding incredibly badass, she hadn't felt a single special thing about it so far.
'…Could it really be because of this damn Heavenly Demon Body?' Shen Lang froze.
