CHAPTER 648: CHAPTER 516: BELATED AFFECTION

Realizing the danger by her side had been dispelled, Lan Cai’er squinted her eyes, resembling a naive and endearing little cat.

"Who are you, why do you look so much like Dao Ge?"

Dao Ge was somewhat distracted, staring at Lan Cai’er, who was reeking of alcohol, evidently having had quite a bit to drink.

Her cheeks were flushed red, and her bright, watery eyes were veiled with mist.

Why had she gotten so drunk? Was it because she was in a bad mood?

Was the reason for her bad mood because of him?

Dao Ge’s heart fluttered, and he spoke softly.

"Why did you drink so much? I’ll take you back."

"Not only do you look like him, but your voice is so similar too, annoying." Lan Cai’er wrinkled her brow, pouted, and suddenly remembering something, slapped Dao Ge across his handsome face.

With a crisp smack, the sound was loud and the force so impressive that it shocked the waiter in the tavern.

Dao Ge was taken aback. Lan Cai’er’s slap was not light at all.

As a martial artist himself, he felt a scorching heat on his cheek.

This slap had been delayed for several years.

"Da-, Captain Dao," the waiter by the side exclaimed in shock.

This woman, how dare she hit Dao Ge, the notorious, ruthless deputy leader of "Blood Drink."

"Dao Ge, you bastard, you made Grandma miserable. Just seeing your face makes me sick." Lan Cai’er’s face showed disgust as she pushed Dao Ge away, staggered to her feet, grabbed her whip, and left the tavern.

"Here’s for the drinks, and if a word of tonight’s events leaks, I’ll take your life."

Having said that, Dao Ge threw down a purse of money and vanished in pursuit of Lan Cai’er.

It was already late at night, and the streets were sparsely populated.

Intoxicated, Lan Cai’er wandered aimlessly at the street corner, unsure of where to go.

In her confusion, a hand reached out from behind her and pulled her into an embrace.

"Lan Cai’er, have you gone mad enough? I’ll take you back," Dao Ge stated, pulling Lan Cai’er along with the intention of taking her to Qingyun Building.

Different from Song Jingyun’s hand, Lan Cai’er’s hand, due to years of martial arts training, had thin calluses. When Dao Ge touched her hand, his heart shook involuntarily.

"Let go, you drunkard. Keep pestering me, and I’ll scream," Lan Cai’er said angrily, desperately trying to break free from Dao Ge’s grip, raising her voice in the process.

Several passersby looked over curiously.

Dao Ge’s handsome face flushed, and in desperation, he picked Lan Cai’er up and with a leap, carried her into a secluded alley.

She continued her drunken frenzy in his arms, pounding on him.

Dao Ge was getting agitated too. He pinned Lan Cai’er against the wall, gazing at her beauty through her drunken, hazy eyes.

She was even more beautiful than a few years ago.

Due to the alcohol, her complexion was flushed.

Dao Ge kept his gaze on her.

"Uh—"

The feeling of suffocation blurred Lan Cai’er’s already muddled mind even further.

As if recalling that night in the camp, she whimpered a few times before starting to rant incoherently.

"Evil, don’t..."

Like a bucket of cold water, it doused Dao Ge’s fervor, and he abruptly stopped his actions. His eyes glinted with a terrifying light as he glared at the delirious Lan Cai’er.

"Lan Cai’er, who are you calling? Look carefully, see clearly who I am!" Dao Ge gripped her shoulders tightly, his eyes almost shooting flames.

Lan Cai’er squinted her eyes, attempting to discern the person before her, but the pain in her shoulders and the wall behind her made her very uncomfortable.

"Evil, be gentle..."

Dao Ge’s hands loosened.

He stared at Lan Cai’er, his expression becoming chillingly cold.

"So, you’ve already erased me from your heart, haven’t you? You’ve long given yourself to that man... Lan Cai’er, you really are shamelessly fickle to fall in love so easily, aren’t you?"

Dao Ge said with a bitter smile.

That night, since the night he saw Lan Cai’er with Evil in the tent, he knew he liked her.

Why did it take him years to realize that the person he liked was her?

He thought he liked Song Jingyun, but in the end, he realized he was utterly mistaken.

Perhaps, he had started liking Lan Cai’er long ago but had buried those feelings.

He was betrothed, and as the young master of the Demon Sect, he had responsibilities.

But this time, after reuniting with her, the dormant affection was uncontainably rekindled, its intensity beyond even his own control.

"Don’t worry, I’ll make you fall in love with me again slowly. I will snatch you back from Evil’s hands, so be good and be mine." Dao Ge raised his hand to caress Lan Cai’er’s face.

Just a gentle stroke and the ugly birthmark on her face fell off.

Lan Cai’er felt both hot and cold on her body.

Lan Cai’er sensed that something was off.

As the effects of the alcohol gradually faded, she struggled to open her eyes and saw a dark head bowed before her.

"How could it be you, damn it, Dao Ge get away!"

Lan Cai’er was both shocked and angry. She gathered her Primordial Power and aimed to kick Dao Ge away.

"Who did you think it would be?" Dao Ge grabbed her ankle and smirked wickedly.

"Dao Ge, have you lost your mind? Aren’t you afraid Song Jingyun will find out?" Lan Cai’er struggled to get free, but the more she writhed, the stranger Dao Ge’s gaze became.

"What if he finds out? Lan Cai’er, haven’t you always wished to be with me? After tonight, I will dissolve the engagement with Jingyun," said Dao Ge, drenched in sweat.

"No, I don’t want to be with you, I don’t love you anymore, let me go." Lan Cai’er screamed, but Dao Ge didn’t give her the chance to speak again.