267 - The Demon Fox Wife is a Foodie

"That night... if I hadn't bet with you, we wouldn't have acted separately..." Lei Shuang choked up, her voice muffled yet still barely audible. If they hadn't split up, perhaps Jiang Ying could have avoided the disaster and bypassed that misfortune. Because of her stubbornness over the wager, Lei Shuang had taken it upon herself to part ways, leading Jiang Ying to visit the Demon Master at Huang Yin Peak alone. If she had been there when the event unfolded, even if someone was destined to get hurt, that injured person might not have been Jiang Ying. Perhaps she could have taken Jiang Ying's place. Jiang Ying was moved. This matter had turned into Lei Shuang's inner struggle. It was enough to make someone so carefree in daily life cry like this from drunkenness. Jiang Ying patted her face gently and consoled her softly, "But without that bet, you might have never had the chance to win against me in your lifetime." Lei Shuang was momentarily stunned, somehow finding that Jiang Ying had a point. "True." Her gaze slowly brightened. Jiang Ying found herself amused and simultaneously relieved, thinking: What a silly one. Unexpectedly, the tears were still visible at the corners of Lei Shuang's eyes, but her face suddenly displayed a triumphant expression, "Hey, since I won the bet, hurry and take off your clothes to dance!" Jiang Ying: "..." · At the Lord's residence, Yan Wu knocked on the Lord's door, and a wave of melodious string and wind music greeted her. Han Li reclined on a soft couch, with a beauty on each side attending to her; one massaging her shoulders and the other gently fanning her. She was thoroughly enjoying herself. Upon hearing the knock, Han Li raised her arm to pause the music. Her long lashes slowly lifted, a myriad of expressions naturally gracing her features as she gazed at Yan Wu slantwise, "What do you think, young master?" Yan Wu approached Han Li, bowed respectfully, and spoke, "Pure of heart and firm of purpose, quite promising indeed." "Oh." Han Li was surprised, "Such high praise? How does she compare to Nangong Yin?" Yan Wu pondered briefly, then shook her head and answered cautiously, "It's hard to say." Han Li's eyebrow arched slightly, revealing an enigmatic smile, "Why is it hard to say? Is it because you haven't measured it in your heart, or... you don't dare to say?" "..." Yan Wu lowered her gaze, her expression calm, "The young master is young, starting already above the Demon Master, benefiting from the shade of the trees planted by predecessors, incomparable." Convinced by Yan Wu, Han Li let go of the issue, instead taking a floral cake from a demon servant at her side, took a bite, and asked, "Yan Zhao is the daughter of Nangong Yin and Yan Yuanqing. Can women and women really have children? What's your take?" Yan Wu blinked gently, a look of slight confusion, "Is the Lord asking Yan Wu this to imply wanting to have a child with Yan Wu?" Han Li nearly choked on the cake, coughing violently, gesturing frantically, "Water, water!" Startled, the demon servants clumsily handed the tea to Han Li's mouth. Han Li gulped down the water, her eyes reddening slightly, eyes moist, looking a bit disheveled. "You- you- how bold!" Han Li finally caught her breath, glaring at Yan Wu with a flushed face, "How dare you tease me!" The Lord was enraged, causing all the demon servants around to kneel in fear, not daring to raise their heads. Yet Yan Wu's lips curved subtly, a hint of affection swirling in her eyes, "The Lord has always been just; can't Yan Wu raise a question within reasonable bounds?" Han Li was momentarily stunned by being unexpectedly complimented. In a daze, she didn't realize she had been staring at Yan Wu until Yan Wu prompted, "Lord." "!" Han Li finally snapped out of it, her expression darkening at once, "Do you know the fate of those who tried to seduce me, demon servants?" Yan Wu ignored Han Li's threat, standing up under Han Li's angry stare, and boldly sat in Han Li's lap. With her arms encircling Han Li's neck, she drew her closer. Han Li was frozen, contemplating whether to strike down this daring charm outsider, but felt a warm breath near her ear, Yan Wu softly speaking: "Yan Wu has long wished to do this, but lacked the opportunity to overstep before. Today, the Lord brought it up, how can you blame Yan Wu for being persuasive?" Han Li was dumbfounded, utterly baffled by the encounter. How could someone be so audacious? The air was fragrant, tinged with a thin layer of alcohol. Despite her anger, Han Li couldn't muster any intent to strike against the face so close, yet it made her feel all the more controlled by an underling, inciting her fury. "You are merely a charming demon I've kindly sheltered," Han Li gripped Yan Wu's chin, "Even if I don't kill you out of a fleeting softness, you are but my pet! You'd better know your limits!" But Yan Wu, usually adept at knowing where to stop, did not halt today and instead pressed her cheek against Han Li's palm, letting Han Li's fingers leave faint white marks on her skin. "Even if the cost is to be crushed, I would willingly accept it," she murmured softly, closing her eyes, "It's better than the master always trying to give me away." Han Li was taken aback, finally understanding why Yan Wu was acting out of character. It was because she wanted Yan Wu to serve Yan Zhao. A complicated feeling she couldn't quite place surged within her, and she was slightly disoriented. In a blink, Yan Wu freed herself from Han Li's grip, and the next moment, her lips were gently pressed against Han Li's. The demon servants quietly withdrew, sensing the atmosphere. Han Li regained her senses, instinctively wanting to shove her away, but Yan Wu restrained her arms. "You... you audacious... mmm!" The Lord's last struggle was swallowed by Yan Wu, the charming demon's eyes curving mischievously. Despite being a grand demon capable of splitting mountains barehanded, Han Li's weak push didn't exactly demonstrate her true might, did it? Reassured, Yan Wu leaned in, pinning Han Li securely. Her fingers traced over the lines in Han Li's palm, finally intertwining unwaveringly. Why not defy higher authority? Without trying, how would you know it's not allowed? --- Chapter 291 Ren Qing Yue lay beside Yan Zhao, slowly closing her eyes, intending to calm her mind and get a good night's sleep. She hadn't closed her eyes for long when suddenly an arm draped over her. Opening her eyes, she saw Yan Zhao had turned over, her head resting on Ren Qing Yue's shoulder. Her breath brushed against her neck, tickling and waking Ren Qing Yue's memory. The spot where Yan Zhao had licked earlier seemed to burn. Sighing, Ren Qing Yue nudged Yan Zhao's head, hoping she'd move to one side, as being so close was too warm. Yet, Yan Zhao, like stubborn glue, and drunk with considerable strength, held onto Ren Qing Yue's waist firmly no matter how she tried to move her. Were it not for Yan Zhao's steady breathing, Ren Qing Yue might have thought the little ruffian had woken up and was just pretending to be asleep. Finding no other option, Ren Qing Yue resigned herself. Recalling how she often transformed into a fox, frequently cradled to sleep by Yan Zhao. Yan Zhao had a habit of hugging something in her sleep; if her arms were empty, she'd wake up frightened from nightmares. With this in mind, Ren Qing Yue was content to let Yan Zhao hug her. She closed her eyes again, trying to summon sleep. Suddenly, she felt a weight on her thigh. Yan Zhao's leg had wrapped around her like an octopus. Ren Qing Yue: "..." Not a big issue, she decided to endure it. Perhaps a short while later, as Ren Qing Yue was drifting into slumber, she felt a heaviness on her chest, pressing until she almost couldn't breathe. Ren Qing Yue awoke again, opening her eyes to find Yan Zhao had turned over entirely, draped across her body. Yan Zhao had settled on Ren Qing Yue's chest, finding a cozy spot, sleeping soundly. Ren Qing Yue: "..." Meanwhile, in another room, Lei Shuang had just finished crying, her tear-stained face still swollen. Interrupted by Jiang Ying, she forgot the reason for her tears and, shaken off her sadness, suddenly remembered she had won the bet with Jiang Ying. Clutching Jiang Ying's wrist, she insisted on Jiang Ying fulfilling her end of the bet. "You're mistaken." Jiang Ying said with utmost seriousness, right in front of Lei Shuang. "Eh?" Lei Shuang blinked her eyes rapidly, her mind spinning through possibilities before she exploded in anger. "How could I have remembered wrong? It's impossible! I definitely won! Are you trying to cheat?" "You did win, I won't deny that," Jiang Ying said, turning Lei Shuang's head to face her, staring directly into her eyes with clear articulation. "However, you got the terms of the wager wrong. Our bet was: the winner has to dance with their clothes off." Lei Shuang: "?" Could that really be true? Seeing her confusion, Jiang Ying nodded calmly, "Yes, exactly like that." Lei Shuang's foggy mind briefly cleared, she eyed Jiang Ying with suspicion, "You're not tricking me?" "How could I possibly trick you?" Jiang Ying smiled, using a playful tone to disguise her sincerity. "Besides, I like you so much. Can't you feel how truly I care for you?" Using the veil of drunkenness, it seemed easier for these heartfelt words to escape her lips. After all, come morning, everything could be forgotten or dismissed as an excuse. Lei Shuang was taken aback by the sudden confession. In a daze, she muttered, "You like me? You really like me? Why would you like me? Is it really true? Why didn’t you say anything before? I always thought you didn’t like me!" Her thoughts were in complete disarray, attention diverted entirely from the wager. Jiang Ying watched her calmly, speaking the truth for once, "It's true." Why had she never said it before? Jiang Ying's eyes flickered with uncertainty. Perhaps it was pride holding her back from confessing, or perhaps she wanted Lei Shuang to figure it out on her own, subtly hinting countless times, yet stubbornly refusing to reveal her true heart. At the root of it all was the fear of loss, insecurity, and the dread of misreading signs. But before Jiang Ying could answer, Lei Shuang found her own explanation, "Ah, of course, since the great Protector Lei is adored by all, it's only natural that my charisma would win you over!" Jiang Ying: "..." Ha. Does this person have some kind of misperception about herself? Lei Shuang, overwhelmed with pride over this "Jiang Ying likes me" revelation, fully accepted Jiang Ying's earlier statement, "I like you, so how could I deceive you?" And with that, she drunkenly rose from the bed, assuming a pose she thought was suave, swiftly shedding her outer garment. Her decisiveness left Jiang Ying momentarily stunned. Lei Shuang flashed a drunken grin, her bare feet swaying on the floor as she began to dance unsteadily. "In that case, I'll dance for you!" Jiang Ying snapped out of her daze, her heart pounding wildly. She felt that perhaps she had gone too far, a vague nervousness settling in, yet deep within her a selfish desire whispered against stopping Lei Shuang. Luckily, Lei Shuang didn't fully strip; she was left wearing a thin undergarment. The loosely hanging fabric, half-revealing, outlined her healthy, toned figure in soft outlines, suggesting an indescribable allure. Captivated, Jiang Ying found herself unable to look away. She quietly sealed the doors and windows, matching Lei Shuang's rhythm, as Lei Shuang's outer garment slid down bit by bit over her shoulders. --- "I don't anticipate the moon, but the encounter with you." To support the site voluntarily This site has no advertising income and is non-profit; donations are used for server expenses! Afraid of getting lost? Visit the donation page to add contact information! Click to visit the donation page >> 331 Home Previous 267 Next Last Page