CHAPTER 662: CHAPTER 581: TENDER FINGERS ENTWINED

"Hong Zhuang?" the Demon Lord frowned slightly, as if he was mildly displeased to hear talk of another woman at such a time, but perhaps sensing that Hong Zhuang posed no significant threat, he did not make much of a fuss, "She is but an insignificant Enchanting Demon assassin. If you wish to spare her life, by all means, do so."

Soft rain sprinkled over the garden’s green bamboo, pattering with a low murmur, similar to moisture seeping into a palm, or small fish entering the sea, evoking a sense of vast, overflowing essence.

Baili An, absent-minded, hummed a response, his palm pressing down on moist and smooth skin covered in a film of sweat at the waist, struggling to contain the trembling, panicking movements of the woman beneath him.

His eyes shifted stiffly, looking towards the Demon Lord at the side of the couch, his voice thick with an uncontrollable tremor, "It’s getting late, shouldn’t Your Majesty return to your palace to sleep and rest?"

In the bed, a chilly arm was tightly embraced by Ning Feiyan, sunk into warm, soft warmth—a rather comfortable feeling. However, Baili An couldn’t care less about this comfort. He only knew if this Female Demon Lord didn’t leave soon, he didn’t know how much longer he could last.

At this moment, the Female Demon Lord did not continue her unruly pestering but fell into a brief silence.

After a little while, she flipped over on the couch lazily like a cat, propped herself up on her hands, and knelt beside Baili An’s body. Her peerless bewitching face drew close, her bright eyes fixed intently on Baili An’s lips.

"Kiss me," she demanded.

Baili An’s breath caught in his throat, thinking he had misheard, "What...what?"

The Female Demon Lord turned her face slightly, "Kiss me, and I shall go to sleep tonight."

As if fearing that Baili An would refuse, she hurriedly gestured towards the elaborate birdcage on the bedside table with her eyes, "I’ve even given you a bird."

On any other day, Baili would rather break his own bones than frivolously commit such an act—especially with the supreme ruler of the Demon World.

Yet in this situation, there was no room for his pride. Tormented by the two demonesses, Baili An simply desired to send her away swiftly, lifting his head from under the blanket and planting a quick kiss on the Female Demon Lord’s cheek.

Worried that she might not be satisfied with his kiss, he made sure it was solid, a loud smack, perhaps a bit too forceful, turning her pale cheek a bitten red.

The Female Demon Lord, surprised by Baili An’s prompt action, held her face, her expression dumbfounded, the pale skin by her ear quickly flushed red.

Seeing her still not moving, Baili An covered his face and bowed his head slowly, his hair cascading down the sides of his shoulders and concealing his expression.

Was a kiss on the cheek too perfunctory?

Baili An was grappling with this quandary when, unable to contain himself any longer, he decisively reached out and grabbed the Female Demon Lord’s warm and delicate chin, forcibly lifting her face. His thumb gently caressed her slightly parted lips, propping himself up and without giving the Female Demon Lord any chance to react, he sealed her rushed breaths.

Against the night, the Female Demon Lord’s gem-like profound eyes darkened, the scenery in her pupils seemed to freeze, her fair cheeks still blushing, with a touch of incredulous joy.

Baili An, worried that such a petty kiss would not satisfy the Demon Lord, let the cool tusk emerge from his lip, teasing ever so lightly, his sharp teeth nibbling her lips open, bringing a chillness between their teeth, and what started as a cautious kiss suddenly turned reckless.

The Female Demon Lord lost her composure, her entire body going limp as if melting into water, her hands gripping his shoulders. A blush like rouge curled at the corner of her eyes—her vulnerability was pitifully captivating.

Their lips parted after a lingering connection, both of them flushed with an ambiguous hue. Facing the Female Demon Lord’s direct, damp eyes, Baili An awkwardly turned his head, "Going to sleep?"

The Female Demon Lord touched her chin where he had pinched.

Why did it feel moist and tender?

Her mind a complete muddle, devoid of thinking ability, the Female Demon Lord disoriented, murmured with an undertone of shy joy that she couldn’t hide, "Mm, going to sleep... going to sleep..."

With that, she clumsily flipped off the bed, not even bothering to put on her shoes and socks, and in the pitch-dark, like a thief making away with his loot, she stumbled over the threshold of the palace door barely keeping her composure.

Baili An, his senses tightly wound, used his Divine Sense to focus intensely on the Demon Lord’s presence, not relaxing until he was absolutely certain she had truly left. Then he suddenly threw off the covers.

Ning Feiyan lay curled up in the crumpled bed, her slender arms tightly encircling Baili An’s waist. At some point, her wide purple garment had slipped off, exposing her fair shoulders and arms. Her delicate panting was seductively charming, like dew-covered pear blossoms, her half-open eyes enticing with faint ripples.

Baili An looked down with a dark face, noticing the tusk marks on his waist, like mottled wounds, that had sprawled across him.

He shook his head forcefully, his hand unconsciously rubbing on the bed. Quickly he reached for his clothes and considered dousing Ning Feiyan’s face with a cup of cold tea from the table.

But before he could rise, Baili An’s little finger was entwined by Ning Feiyan’s slender finger extended to him, gasping breathlessly, lightly hooking as if grasping at a lifeline.