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“Do you want more? If it’s not enough, I’ll serve you again.”
Cen Yuyan’s gentle voice brushed past her ears, and Xin Ling only felt a faint haze.
Her head felt heavy, like she was drowsy, and she wanted to sleep.
“No need, I’m already full.”
Xin Ling propped her head up with both hands, tilted her head to glance at the man beside her, and smiled sweetly at him, “Cen Yuyan, you’re really such a kind-hearted, good man!”
Is that so?
In truth, he wasn’t kind-hearted at all~
If an ignorant little angel wanted to beg a ruthless devil for kindness, then she was bound to pay a terribly painful price.
After all, hateful devils never did anything without expecting something in return.
Whether it was being stripped bare, her lips and chest swollen from his devouring kisses as she cried pitifully under the covers… or being ravished until her body gave out, unable to even get out of bed…
It was all what she deserved.
“You look a little sleepy. Do you need me to help you to rest?” Cen Yuyan kindly offered a suggestion.
Xin Ling shook her head. “Thank you, but no need. I’ll just go home and rest directly.”
“Alright, then I’ll walk you back.”
Cen Yuyan nodded and rose with her.
But the man deliberately fell half a step behind, raising his brows as he watched her swaying, unstable figure, silently counting down in his heart:
‘Three… two…’
‘One.’
The moment the last word fell in his mind, the girl before him suddenly closed her eyes and staggered, about to collapse to the ground.
Dark threads of light seeped from the man’s fingertips, wrapping around her body in circles, and delivered her straight into his arms.
The fate of a greedy little kitten was always to be captured by the hunter, collared, and kept in a warm, soft den to be raised.
Picked up now and then for cuddling, nuzzled mercilessly at the scruff of her neck.
And since she had been caught as a little kitten, Xin Ling naturally would not escape the cruel hands of the hunter.
Cen Yuyan carried Xin Ling into his room, lifted the quilt, and laid her face-down on his bed.
He sat beside her, his slender fingers gently lifting her clothes, rolling them up with careful motions.
The blood-stained bandages were snipped open by his scissors, and two shocking wounds across her beautiful shoulder blades came into view.
Even seeing them again, Cen Yuyan’s heart clenched painfully.
Her angelic wings had been severed to the bone by a demonic scythe. Not only had she lost her healing powers, but she was also tormented by the demonic energy seeping into her body.
That was why the wound refused to heal.
Cen Yuyan’s fingers hovered, and threads of dark light seeped from them, lingering over the wounds on her back.
He could only clear away the demonic energy that did not belong to her. He had no ability to heal.
But even that could ease much of her pain.
Ouyang Shaojing, however, did have someone by his side—but that woman’s gaze, whenever she looked at his little angel, brimmed with malice. It was hard to imagine what she might do to his angel.
Oh, right. That woman was supposed to be the guardian angel his family had bargained from Heaven when he still lived as a human, wasn’t she?
Hadn’t he already chosen to discard her? Why was she still sticking by Ouyang Shaojing’s side?
Cen Yuyan felt it was necessary to investigate this matter thoroughly.
Soon, a red-and-black mist condensed in his palm into a sphere the size of a ping-pong ball. From it, Cen Yuyan sensed a familiar aura.
It was a high-ranked demon.
“Oh, so it was him…”
Finally finding the source of the demonic energy, Cen Yuyan’s lips curved faintly into a mocking smile, his eyes flashing with killing intent.
That worthless thing really was…
Courting death!
Cen Yuyan’s chili peppers could bite.
Xin Ling hid in her room, holding up a mirror to her face, carefully examining her lips, red and swollen from being bitten by the peppers.
Not only were they red, but a bit swollen too, with the corners even cracked.
This was her first time seeing chili peppers that could bite mouths. Next time she saw Cen Yuyan, she had to complain to him.
If it really wouldn’t work, he should just switch to another kind of chili.
But… her back didn’t seem to hurt as much anymore…
Once again, Xin Ling locked her door. Standing before the full-length mirror, she took off her top and turned around to inspect her reflection.
Her back was still wrapped in gauze, stained with faint specks of blood. The knot and wrapping technique hadn’t changed—it was the exact bandage she had tied on herself that morning.
There was nothing wrong with it…
So why did it feel strange?
Xin Ling couldn’t put her finger on it. As she pondered, a heavy door slam from the living room caught her attention.
Soon after came the sounds of Ouyang Shaojing and Tang Yue arguing.
Were they fighting?
Xin Ling felt a bit gleeful.
But the very next second, the mechanical voice of the system sounded in her mind, wiping the smile clean off her face.
【Ding! Side Mission Triggered: Please wear revealing clothes tonight to deliver coffee to Male Lead Ouyang Shaojing. Take advantage of the situation.】
“……”
꒦ິ^꒦ິ
It was her fault. She never should’ve gloated…
Wuwuwu.
Feeling a little sulky, Xin Ling sat on her bed waiting for time to pass.
In her hand was the feather she’d picked up earlier before the mirror. She lifted it toward the ceiling light, tracing its patterns.
Dark downy strands glimmered faintly with threads of red under the light.
It was a large feather, nearly the size of her palm, soft and silky to the touch, and very pretty.
It couldn’t be from a crow—crow feathers weren’t this big.
The aura it carried was also normal, so it definitely wasn’t from a demon. Anything related to demons was hideous; there was no way it could look this nice.
Xin Ling didn’t know what creature it came from, but since it had fallen into her room, it was hers now!
Running her fingers idly across its softness, Xin Ling let her thoughts wander, absentmindedly stroking it again and again.
Little did she know, in another room, a certain man was gasping, struggling to endure because of her actions.
The buttons of his black shirt were undone at the top, sleeves casually rolled to his forearms. Sweat dampened the fabric, clinging to his sculpted muscles beneath the dim, golden light.
Veins bulged across his forearms, snaking upward as he tilted his head back, exposed skin flushed pink.
Even his neck and face were tinged with the heat of desire.
Suddenly, a low groan escaped him. He turned over, burying his face into the pillow.
His breaths were heavy, laughter rasping beneath them. After a long, long while, he finally let out a husky sigh.
“Baby, you’re really going to play me to death…”