Before, no matter what he wanted, she would give it to him.
Now, facing such direct refusal, his heart was certainly very displeased.
Nolan Changle clung to his shoulders, and with a light kiss on his face, she whispered,
"Yan Lang, not letting you use it is for your own good."
Liu Yan didn't see it that way; he thought that her unwillingness to let him use it meant she was too attached to the treasure.
A sinister flash passed through his eyes, fleeting yet evident.
"Since the Princess will not let me use it, could you at least tell me the Spell?"
"Yan Lang, since you can't use it, why do you want to know the Spell?
Could it be that you plan to steal it when I'm not paying attention?"
Nolan Changle chuckled continuously, her eyes devoid of any contempt.
The two of them had long become accustomed to such straightforward conversation.
Liu Yan laughed lightly, saying without any reservation,
"Even though I cannot use it, perhaps it could save my life if I ever face danger."
