Chapter 8: (8) Master, I Have Amnesia

Walking up to the front of Ye Luoxuan, before she could even speak, her stomach beat her to it.

A "gurgle" sounded, and Leng Lingsxue couldn't help but touch her stomach. She was starving.

"Hey, I'm hungry. I want to eat. Also, I want all the books about this world and all the information about this body." Leng Lingsxue raised her eyes unceremoniously to look at the handsome man before her and spoke. Only a fool would fail to use available resources, and since this man had accepted her as a disciple, a master was naturally the best resource to exploit. Besides, this man was unfathomable; his power base had to be formidable.

A girl of such unknown origins—she refused to believe he hadn't investigated her afterward. If she really were a spy, wouldn't he have placed himself in danger? Of course, this man had the ability to escape from that abyss. But even a fool wouldn't put themselves in harm's way.

Ye Luoxuan, who had been drinking tea, heard Leng Lingsxue's rude words and couldn't help but curve his lips slightly as he lifted his gaze. He looked at her in a moon-white lotus-patterned long dress that set off her petite figure, making it all the more graceful. Though she hadn't fully matured yet, that face capable of toppling nations was already enough to entrance anyone.

And her current expression was exactly like a little kitten baring its claws. In all these years, she was probably the only one who dared speak to him in such a tone—or who had used such a tone and still remained alive in this world.

A cold glint flashed in his narrowed eyes, but Leng Lingsxue ignored it completely. She walked straight to Ye Luoxuan's side and sat down on the stone stool beside him, slowly lifting her eyes to gaze at him, neither yielding an inch.

After a long while, Ye Luoxuan suddenly let out a low laugh, his mood seemingly quite good.

Actually, this dress really suited her. It seemed he hadn't given the wrong order.

Only, this ink-black long hair of hers seemed a bit messy. Thinking this, Ye Luoxuan acted on it—he reached out, pulled Leng Lingsxue into his embrace, and before she could react, he had already begun gently coiling her strands of ink-black hair upward. Finally, he took the flawless green jade pendant from his waist and used it to bind her hair in place.

A single lock of hair still fell against her chest. Like this, she was undoubtedly the most beautiful.

"I don't have your information. Could it be... you don't remember yourself?" After finishing her hair, Ye Luoxuan finally spoke. But Leng Lingsxue lowered her eyes, feeling Ye Luoxuan's gentle movements as he styled her hair, and that faint, elusive scent of ink.

First time. This was the first time someone had done this for her.

"How could that be? Didn't you send people to investigate my identity? What if I'm just like that woman in red said—a spy sent to get close to you?" Leng Lingsxue spoke, raising her eyes, her gaze falling straight into Ye Luoxuan's deep pupils.

The corner of her mouth curved, domineering and awe-inspiring. The domineering confidence radiating from both of them reflected off each other, as if merging into one.

"Whether you are or not—what does it matter? Even if you are, since this King dared to bring you back, this King naturally has the ability to destroy your plans." The corner of Ye Luoxuan's mouth curved, his ink-black deep eyes revealing a brilliant, radiant confidence.

There was probably only this one person in the world who dared speak like this.

But then, he did have the capital to back it up.

"Master, I have amnesia." Leng Lingsxue raised a trace of innocent smile, looking at Ye Luoxuan as she spoke.