Qinchuan panicked. He truly hadn't expected the Demon Lord to cry.
She really did like him. The Buddha spoke of eight sufferings, suffering that could not be obtained. Liking someone, but the other party did not like you, that sort of helplessness …
Qinchuan lowered his head and kissed away her tears.
The Demon Lord's body trembled as he buried his face in Qinchuan's chest.
"It's not that I don't like you. You're so beautiful, so peerless in your grace. Any man would like you," Qinchuan said.
"Is that so?" the Demon Lord asked.
"I can swear it," Qinchuan said.
"You don't love me," the Demon Lord said.
Qinchuan looked at the Demon Lord and thought for a while. "Maybe it's because we haven't been together often, so you can't feel my love for you. The prerequisite to loving someone is liking them. The more you like them, the more you will love them in the future."
"Forget it, this can't be forced. That won't make you happy." The Demon Lord suddenly smiled.
"Why don't you consider taking my body first, and then my heart," Qinchuan seriously said.
"Die!" The Demon Lord opened his mouth and bit Qinchuan's chest.
Qinchuan's entire body trembled. Qinchuan was dressed very thinly, so the Demon Lord's bite just happened to land on Qinchuan's chest, and it was even a special place. That sour feeling …
With this, Qinchuan immediately changed, and the Demon Lord naturally sensed it. With a red face, he got down from Qinchuan's body and inadvertently glanced at Qinchuan.
Qinchuan slightly turned his body.
The two were rather embarrassed.
"Little scoundrel!" The Demon Lord's face was red. Seeing Qinchuan's embarrassment, he stepped forward and stood in front of Qinchuan. In truth, he was very shy, so he had lowered his head. When he lowered his head, he saw a scene that made his heart flustered.
He reached out and took Qinchuan's hand, standing side by side with Qinchuan as they looked into the distance.
In the faint fragrance, Qinchuan slightly closed his eyes and tightly gripped the Demon Lord's white hand.
Qinchuan forcefully pulled the Demon Lord into his embrace.
The Demon Lord blushed as he glared at Qinchuan.
She was the Demon Lord, a mature and elegant woman. Her tall and slender figure was not much shorter than Qinchuan. At this moment, being hugged by Qinchuan, she was flustered and extremely nervous.
The past kept flashing before his eyes.
"It's not broken." Qinchuan smiled.
"What's not broken?" The Demon Lord was taken aback.
"Didn't you say that I'm a little rascal? I'm not. That egg is still fine. It's not small. You can check it," Qinchuan said shyly.
"Stinking brat, you've grown up. You even dare to tease big sister," the Demon Monarch said angrily with a red face.
Qinchuan suddenly leaned over and covered her little mouth with a smile.
He kissed her greedily.
This was the second time. The last time was a forced kiss.
The last time was to save a life, but this time, it was to kiss.
When it came to men and women, the Demon Lord was not much different from a blank sheet of paper. She was completely passive, her face red, her eyes tightly shut, her body trembling, her heart racing. Her entire being seemed to be in an unreal space.
By the time she came back to her senses, everything had fallen into his hands.
She instinctively pushed away Qinchuan, a crystalline thread still connecting their lips.
"You're mine," Qinchuan said with a smile.
"No!"
"Then whose woman are you?"
"I don't need a man."
"How did you feel just now?" Qinchuan grinned at her.
"Stinking thing, you big bastard."
The Demon Lord was like a little girl, huffing and puffing with anger. His face was red, and he did not dare to look at Qinchuan.
A Demon Lord, a woman of peerless beauty — this sort of expression gave Qinchuan quite a visual impact, and he almost lost control of himself.
… …
Without realizing it, Qinchuan had been at the Divine Dragon Sect for a month.
Everything was so calm and ordinary. The Demon Lord would occasionally come to freeload a meal, and White Light and Fatty would also occasionally come to freeload a meal.
Every time the Demon Lord came, he would be hugged and gnawed on by Qinchuan. The relationship between the two had reached this stage, seemingly unable to advance any further, but this was actually already very intimate. Hugging, kissing, Qinchuan wanted to take it a step further, but he would be stopped every time.
It was the same this time. The two were wearing thin pajamas, the Demon Lord nestled in Qinchuan's embrace.
It was already night, and this was not the first time the Demon Lord had spent the night here.
Qinchuan smiled bitterly as he hugged this woman, feeling both pain and joy.
The Demon Lord turned over and faced Qinchuan. She smiled at Qinchuan, her face slightly red. "Qinchuan, can I ask you a question?"
"Speak!"
"Do you have children?" the Demon Lord asked curiously as he blinked those bewitchingly beautiful eyes.
Qinchuan nodded. "I have a daughter …"
"How old?" The Demon Lord's beautiful eyes lit up.
"Almost two years old!" Qinchuan said.
"En, you're asking about this?" Qinchuan's eyes lit up as he looked at the Demon Lord.
"Don't let your imagination run wild, I …" The Demon Lord blushed.
Qinchuan was taken aback, then he looked at her with a smile. "If a woman doesn't have a child in her life, that would be the greatest regret of her life. Have you ever thought about being a mother and looking at the little guy you gave birth to, pink and jade-carved, smart and cute, calling you mommy …"
Qinchuan painted a beautiful picture for the Demon Lord. The Demon Lord was in a daze.
"Why don't we have one?" Qinchuan bewitched her.
"Ah, en, dream on. I won't give birth to one for you." The Demon Lord blushed as she nestled in Qinchuan's embrace.
"Then who are you going to give birth to, darling?" Qinchuan smiled.
The Demon Lord didn't raise his head. This bastard, little bastard, calling me so disgustingly, but he felt strange in his heart. This feeling lingered in his heart, a little excited, a little happy. Is this the feeling of love …
"Qinchuan, the Dragon God Sect's Tournament of the Nine Academies will begin next month," the Demon Lord said.
Qinchuan had heard some news before, but he didn't take it to heart. Now that he heard the Demon Lord's words, he naturally had to understand.
"What's this Tournament of the Nine Academies about?"
"Actually, it's just an exchange. It's held once a year to see the situation of the various academies. It's also a kind of incentive. Those who get a good ranking will be rewarded, and the reward is not bad," the Demon Lord said.
"What reward?" Qinchuan asked curiously.
"You'll know when the time comes. The reward is not bad." The Demon Lord smiled.
Qinchuan was stunned. If the Demon Lord said it was not bad, then it must be good.
"Right, Qinchuan, I'll take you to a place tomorrow," the Demon Lord said with a smile.
"What place?"
"A place that belongs to our Light and Darkness Branch. When the time comes, it'll depend on your luck," the Demon Lord said.
"Baby, you're keeping me in suspense after suspense. Are you going to tell me or not? If you don't, I'll eat you right now," Qinchuan said fiercely.
The Demon Lord chuckled and closed his eyes as if he was sleeping.
Qinchuan hugged her and closed his eyes as well.
The next day, when Qinchuan woke up for his morning exercise, the Demon Lord had already woken up. He was practicing a set of boxing that was similar to Tai Chi in the courtyard. It was a little like a dance. The boxing was gentle and beautiful, but it didn't lose its momentum. Qinchuan was also entranced by it.
It even made Qinchuan realize something.
Hard and soft at the same time!
Qinchuan knew about hard and soft at the same time, but knowing some things didn't mean that you truly understood them. Or rather, you only understood the first level. There was a second level, a third level, and even more.