Help The Villainess Trapped in the Beast World's Drama (by Lotus Seeds) novel Chapter 879

Chapter 879: Chapter 685: Young Master Ghost Snake’s Unique Fetish?!

Shen Tang only felt a gust of fierce wind surge up from behind; before she had time to turn around, several more dangerous attacks lunged at her from different directions! The next moment, she fell into a slightly cool embrace.

She had been fighting the assassins just now; suddenly taken into someone’s arms, she instinctively wanted to struggle free, but froze the instant she caught the scent on that person.

It was an extremely cool, extremely faint fragrance, one that only at very close range could be vaguely distinguished as a trace of sandalwood and jade.

How should one describe this scent? It wasn’t like the seductive, teasing floral fragrance on Shen Li, but more like the drifting mist of a winter night, or condensed cold dew—cold and light, distant and indifferent, making one’s nerves tighten against one’s will, as if being stared at by a venomous snake, unable to move.

Yet when the chill surrounding him melted away, this scent shed its icy aggression, becoming a pale, invisible mist that lightly encircled you.

It wasn’t intense, could even be overlooked at times, and yet for some reason, it made people feel at peace.

Shen Tang dazedly raised her head, gazing at the man’s jade-like profile; his jawline was clean and sharp, and those deep purple eyes were locked intently on the front.

His lips were very pale, lips pressed into a line, making him seem distant and unfeeling, like a glacier hidden among the clouds, far beyond reach.

Yet at this moment, he was holding her firmly in his arms in a princess carry.

His long, cool hand wrapped around her waist, the other arm supporting the bend of her knees, the intimate posture enough to make a heart skip a beat.

Staring at him, Shen Tang even forgot to breathe. When she finally recovered from her shock, what surged up in her chest was a tangled, complicated confusion.

Wasn’t Xue Yansi supposed to be deeply in love with his fiancée? At such a dangerous moment, shouldn’t he be guarding his fiancée’s side?

Yet he... why would he come to save her?

By now, everyone present was so stunned their jaws were about to drop.

Damn, what did they just see?

That always-cold-and-indifferent Young Master of the Snake Clan had actually abandoned his fiancée to save a Foreign Clan male instead?!

And he was holding him in such a ridiculously intimate way?!

This, this, this... had they just barged in on some earth-shattering secret?

What the hell was going on?!

The other protagonist of tonight’s banquet, Luo Ying, was utterly dumbstruck on the spot.

She stood there like she’d turned to stone, hair and thoughts both in disarray in the wind, her fingernails digging hard into her palms as nearly literal flames shot from her eyes.

What was Xue Yansi doing?

What exactly was his relationship with this strange male?!

Let alone the guests, even the assassins were stunned for a moment, their attacks hesitating.

Wasn’t the mission to capture Xue Yansi’s fiancée to threaten him? What was this supposed to be now?

Why did it look like... this fiancée wasn’t as important as that suddenly appearing Foreign Clan male?

They’d heard that this Young Master of the Snake Clan had always been indifferent toward females—could it be he actually had some unknown special fetish, like: he liked males? The fiancée was just a cover?

The one in his arms was the true love?

Otherwise this really couldn’t be explained.

So were they still supposed to grab the fiancée or not?

For a time, huge waves surged in the hearts of everyone present, and whispers broke out everywhere.

With Xue Yansi’s strength, he heard every word of those murmurs clearly.

Yet he seemed not to care in the slightest, nor did he mind those shocked or odd looks; he simply held the person in his arms steadily, invisible Black Fog spreading from his body and condensing around the two of them into a protective barrier that warded off all outside attacks.

He didn’t care.

But Shen Tang did!

Her nose stung; she’d almost been moved to tears, when she suddenly remembered—she was still disguised as a burly, big-framed male right now!

"He" being held like this by Xue Yansi in front of everyone—how much of an eyesore must that be to others!

"Y-you, put me down first!" Shen Tang’s face heated up. She reached out and pushed at his chest, trying to struggle out of his embrace.

Xue Yansi only held her tighter, displeasure flickering at her attempts to break free.

His voice was still as cold as thousand-year Ice:

"Don’t move."

Looking down at the person in his arms, even Xue Yansi’s heart—long like dead water—was faintly thrown into disarray, in a way he himself couldn’t fathom.

He hadn’t planned on saving her. The deeper his cultivation of the Bone of Devouring, the more cold-blooded and emotionless his nature became; he simply would not feel any impulse to lend a hand to others.

Much less to a stranger.

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