CHAPTER 660: CHAPTER 580: THE PIANIST

Ning Feiyan ground her teeth in anger, wishing she could skin this fool, Baili An.

Before such a thirsty Female Demon Lord, why did he have to pick such a foolish excuse—one that was like sending a sheep into the tiger’s mouth?

Baili An clutched the blanket tightly, fearing that the Demon Lord couldn’t restrain herself from forcing him aggressively.

He trembled and dared not respond, his eyes shifting suddenly to the delicate bird cage in her hand.

As if finding a savior, he hurriedly changed the subject, "Where did this bird in the cage come from? It looks pretty, although it does look a bit fierce."

Hearing his question, the Female Demon Lord’s eyes softened, and the ambiguity in her eyes quietly receded.

She sat upright, lifted the birdcage in her hand, eyes curling into a smile, clear and moving like water.

"You said you wanted to see some unique beasts from the Demon World, didn’t you? This creature is cunning by nature. You probably didn’t get a good look tonight, afraid you’d be disappointed, so I casually went to East Mountain and caught it for you to amuse you."

In the cage, the unique beast was still pecking wildly at the cage, its feathers flashing in a wild dance of colors, appearing fierce and untamed.

With just a glance from the Female Demon Lord, the bird’s arrogant and restless movements suddenly stiffened, and its spiked feathers seemed to be smoothed by an invisible hand.

It huddled, tucked its head, and curled up quietly in the corner of the cage, no longer showing a hint of its wildness.

Baili An had just made up an excuse off the cuff, yet she had taken it seriously.

The commotion just now was indeed her hunting one of the four Ferocious Beasts of the Demon World.

His body, tense and numb, relaxed slightly, but the bafflement in Baili An’s heart grew.

He didn’t understand what could be so important that it required such actions from a prominent Demon Lord.

Looking at the bloodstain on the cheek of the Female Demon Lord, Baili An felt somewhat uncomfortable.

The Female Demon Lord casually placed the birdcage by the bed and, pretending to be casual but with deep implications, said, "Although Ning Si He has an excellent reputation in the Demon World, it’s normal for you to seek her to guide you and watch beasts with you. However, her abilities are limited; she can only watch with you. I am different. Anything you want, I can pluck it for you."

"Si Chen, wouldn’t you agree?"

Baili An thought that though he had no interest in the unique beast, it seemed to be the case now, so he replied softly, "It seems so..."

The Female Demon Lord narrowed her eyes and asked, "So, who do you think is better, her or me?"

The question was truly suffocating.

No woman likes to be compared unfavorably with someone else.

Baili An steeled himself and said, "Your Highness the Demon Lord is the ruler of this era, naturally unparalleled."

Upon uttering these words, the Female Demon Lord laughed delightedly, but a sharp pain suddenly shot through Baili An’s waist.

Ning Feiyan’s hand had unexpectedly pinched the soft flesh at his waist in anger.

This crazy woman, picking a fight without considering the occasion...

Now that the bird was delivered and pleasant words were said, yet the Female Demon Lord showed no signs of leaving—acting as if the mountain of official duties in her palace wasn’t important.

She even kicked off her Cloud Boots and slipped her smooth and warm bare feet into Baili An’s blanket, her cool toes gently hooking his instep.

The Demon Lord’s eyes, long and beautiful, were full of mischief, and she spoke to him in an almost negotiating tone:

"These past days have been rainy, the windows in my chambers were not closed, and the bed is all damp; what if I stay here tonight?"

Her toes entwining made Baili An’s foot ticklish. Shocked by her words, he hurriedly declined, "I’m not used to sharing a bed with someone. Your Highness should return to your palace."

His sudden movement compressed Ning Feiyan, who hardly had any space left, under him. Fearing her leg would touch the Demon Lord’s Sacred Body, Ning Feiyan curled uncomfortably under Baili An’s body.

She had never suffered such a stifling situation and, for a moment, even thought recklessly about throwing off the quilt and giving the Demon Lord a good shock for revenge.

But before she could act, the voice of the Demon Lord, unpredictable in mood, sounded from outside the quilt, "Oh? Really? If Ning Si He were lying in your bed right now, would you also be so unaccustomed?"

Ning Feiyan clearly felt Baili An’s body stiffen unnaturally, obviously misunderstanding the Demon Lord and thinking she knew everything.

But only Ning Feiyan knew the Demon Lord had asked out of jealousy, knowing of their three days and nights long affair.

Fearing Baili An might lose composure, Ning Feiyan hurriedly bit down hard on his waist, silently signaling him to calm down.

Baili An furrowed his brow in pain and couldn’t help but get angry.

While he was being hard-pressed on one end, the uncooperative Ning in the quilt also bit and pinched him.

Baili An wasn’t foolish enough to disrupt his composure. He tightened his expression, his hands discreetly countering her pinches.

Outwardly, he continued to deal with the Female Demon Lord, saying, "Your Highness jests. My relationship with Ning Si He is completely transparent; she would never do such an indiscreet thing."

Ning Si He, hiding in his bed—caught off guard by his stealthy attack—suddenly let go of the soft flesh between her teeth, and from the depths of the quilt, a soft, tender moan emerged.