บท 1182: The Complex Emotions of the Demon Race's Young Master

In the dead of night, Ling Chuxi gently caressed the jade pendant that Huangfu Qingjue had left for her, unable to fall asleep for a long time. Qingjue, where was he at the moment, and what was he doing...?

After an unknown amount of time, Ling Chuxi held the jade pendant and fell asleep.

Little Red quietly slipped out of her pocket and a handsome figure appeared in front of the window with a strange flash of light. The red-haired handsome youth stood there quietly.

Under the dim moonlight outside the window, Zhen Ye stared at Ling Chuxi's beautiful face for a long time.

"My injuries are finally healed and I can now freely transform into a human. But if I transform into a human, how can I appear next to her? Does that mean that I should leave?" Zhen Ye's eyes flashed with reluctance and longing that even he himself did not notice. He felt at a loss.