Chapter 1630: You Said You Wouldn’t Mind My 47

Chapter 1630: Chapter 1630: You Said You Wouldn’t Mind My 47

Zheng Luan kissed Su Yan, and as he kissed her, he reached out to tug at her clothes.

Su Yan was stunned for a moment.

Then she reached out and pressed him down.

Su Yan spoke.

"Are you running a fever again?"

The moment she touched him, she felt his body was burning hot, like a lump of coal.

Su Yan couldn’t help glancing at him.

Then she looked again at the night sky.

How come this person didn’t seem quite the same as he’d been during the day?

Swapped out his core?

No way.

In the daytime he’d barely wanted to talk to her, and every word out of his mouth was mockery.

How come once it’s night, his heart and eyes are all set on seducing her?

She pulled him toward the living room.

She hadn’t noticed it just now, but the farther she went in, the more she felt the air conditioner was set way too low, the cold biting.

She searched around and couldn’t find the remote.

She asked,

"How do you turn off the AC?"

Zheng Luan glanced at it.

"It’s broken, can’t be turned off."

She pulled him toward the bedroom.

Turned out, the bedroom was even colder than outside.

So cold she was shivering.

If he didn’t have a fever in here, that would be the real miracle.

"Where’s the quilt?"

"No idea."

Zheng Luan was burning up with a high fever.

His speech was half a beat slow.

His voice was lazy.

His whole body just slumped against Su Yan.

Su Yan said,

"Come stay at my place."

As she spoke, she pulled him toward the door.

But the man who’d been fairly cooperative a moment ago suddenly stopped moving.

He just stood there.

He looked at Su Yan and said,

"A man and a woman alone together in one room?"

Su Yan hadn’t even replied yet.

Zheng Luan lowered his head and said,

"You should go. I’m fine."

His voice was slow, and probably because of the high fever, it had started to go hoarse.

He was dressed thinly.

Had nothing.

In this freezing, trembling room.

How could Su Yan possibly leave?

She reached out to pull him.

"I don’t mind."

Zheng Luan said nothing.

Su Yan looked at his twisted, conflicted expression.

"What are you really trying to say?"

Zheng Luan’s lashes trembled lightly.

"You cast me aside, so why bother caring whether I live or die?"

When he said it, there wasn’t much emotion.

But hearing it, it made your heart ache.

For example, Xiao Hua.

Xiao Hua couldn’t help it.

"So pitiful."

Su Yan opened her mouth and held onto him.

A very, very long time later.

She looked at him seriously and said,

"I think if we separate, we might live better."

Zheng Luan listened, his body going rigid for a second, then he let out a self-mocking laugh.

"So that’s why you broke up with me.

You think my status doesn’t match yours, that people will laugh if they hear about it?"

Su Yan said,

"I don’t care about that."

"Then what do you care about?"

Su Yan didn’t really want to say.

But he pressed her step by step.

In the end, she still said it.

She spoke slowly,

"When I see you hurt, my heart aches a little.

I feel bad.

I kind of lose control of myself.

But I’m the Main God. I can’t be like that."

She spoke very seriously.

She was the Main God.

The one who rules over the three-thousand worlds.

Everything she did should be in line with the rules.

She acted step by step, not allowed to make mistakes.

Back when she became the Main God, she had only one restriction.

She must not lose control, or else divine punishment would descend.

So on rainy days, she had to stay rational.

So when she was with him, she had to know exactly what she was doing.

But all of that started to change after the Netherworld.

Jun Yu was the part of her that she couldn’t control.

So breaking up was good for both of them.

But after they separated, she realized things weren’t as simple as she’d thought.

She just wanted to be with him.

She just hated seeing him hurt.

She could control what she did, but she couldn’t control what she thought.