Chapter 834: Chapter 655: Poor Little Thing

Ning Feiyan’s commotion was quite loud, causing Su Jing to inadvertently look up.

Baili An’s hand, which was holding the tea, trembled violently. He took a few deep breaths to barely calm his unusual turmoil, then met Ning Feiyan’s charming eyes that seemed to smile without smiling, and couldn’t help but curse inwardly.

At that moment, if he just threw the cup of tea in his hand regardless, it would be too unusual.

In his bones, Baili An was a person who upheld propriety. In the past, to relieve Ning Feiyan’s chaotic period, he would only engage in intimate acts with her in private.

Now, in the palace hall, there were no less than three pairs of eyes watching. To do such playful things under the watchful eyes of others was utterly absurd.

How could Baili An not guess that Ning Feiyan harbored resentment toward the Female Demon Lord? Clearly aware of the Demon Lord’s domineering possessive thoughts, she deliberately wanted to do mischief under her nose.

This was her way of giving the Demon Lord a proper reply.

Ning Feiyan was always a daring person, but Baili An couldn’t help but be concerned about her life. If she went too far and truly angered the Female Demon Lord, in this Demon World, no one could truly protect her.

Faced with this enchantress’s teasing, Baili An had no choice but to pretend everything was normal, as if nothing happened, lower his head, blow on the tea twice swiftly, and then hand it back to her.

Yet Ning Feiyan did not take it, her bright eyes filled with charming grievance: “So hot, and you just blow on it twice? Could it be that you disdain my humble, honest origin, and thus treat me so perfunctorily?”

As she spoke, she seemed extremely aggrieved, wiping tears with her fingers, appearing utterly vulnerable and harmless.

Yet privately, the little foot hidden in the water was securely wrapped around him.

The medicinal bath was cold, and Baili An, weakened after a calamity, although bathing openly with someone, originally harbored no improper thoughts.

But he couldn’t withstand Ning Feiyan’s countless tricks.

This overwhelming stimulation nearly made Baili An cry out in surprise. Fortunately, his endurance was outstanding, and by tightly biting the tip of his tongue with his tusk, he managed not to lose his composure and cry out.

Holding the teacup, his knuckles nearly turned pale from gripping so hard, and Baili An wished he could just let go of the hand that grasped her ankle, channeling Spiritual Power, to stop her from misbehaving.

But seeing Ning Feiyan’s pale lips and the cold sweat on her forehead, he couldn’t bring himself to just let go.

For a moment, Baili An had no way to handle this enchantress, grinding his teeth, face darkening, he said, “Honest? If you were honest, there wouldn’t be many bad seeds left in this Demon World.”

Being caught and bled by others, she didn’t even know how to restrain herself a bit, and Baili An couldn’t see a trace of her humble origin in her.

“You’re being mean to me~” Ning Feiyan whimpered pitifully, her voice incredibly soft, as if deeply wronged.

Yet, her secretive actions were in no way ambiguous.

Baili An was extremely tormented, his muscles tensed from trembling, barely maintaining a sitting posture, his tusk uncontrollably poking from his lips, tightly biting his lips, eyes turning red.

The Female Demon Lord, originally concerned about Baili An’s chest mark, glared fiercely at Ning Feiyan: “I see you want to be punished!”

The Female Demon Lord, who was worrying over Baili An’s chest mark, saw the two of them in the tub starting to argue and was momentarily stunned.

Ning Feiyan looked ready to cry.

Baili An was angry and fierce.

Even the rare corpse demon tusk was bared.

Not knowing what had upset him, the Female Demon Lord, usually adept at reading Baili An’s emotions, could immediately tell he was genuinely unhappy, but she didn’t think to offer any advice.

Instead, with a hint of fanning the flames, she laughed and said: “River Lord Ning, you were given to Si Chen the River Lord by my own hand at the Monarch’s Return Banquet, being his, you ought to serve him well, and not rebut or speak insolently.”

Ning Feiyan lowered her head in submission, speaking hesitantly: “Your Majesty’s decree, I dare not disobey, I shall certainly serve my master well, dare not give birth to resentment, only hoping the lord will not despise my inadequate service.”

The alluring enchantress innocently blinked at Baili An, speaking as if it were a sincere matter, while secretly provoking him without restraint.

Baili An felt like throwing the tea in his hand onto the woman’s face, his ears burning red, he muttered through gritted teeth: “You don’t go too far?!”

Yin Baishuang couldn’t help but put down the tome in his hand, his skin crawling from Ning Feiyan’s clinging soft voice, having no mind to continue reading, he couldn’t help but speak up:

“Little corpse demon, isn’t it just blowing hot tea? Do you have to provoke the witch to act so provocatively? Such flirtatious demeanor, not sure if it’s an offense to the eyes or ears.”

Was it truly a matter of blowing hot tea?

Baili An suffered in silence, having no choice but to follow Ning Feiyan’s verbal lead, lower his head and quickly blow the tea, the veins on his forehead pounding with frustration.

“Eh? Master, please blow gently, your saliva got in, do you want me to be poisoned to death by your saliva?” That enchantress had not finished her mischief.

After painstakingly cooling the tea a bit, she again, under various pretexts, pushed another steaming cup into his hands, solemnly saying: “Hope the master would cherish me, blow gently and slowly.”

Yin Baishuang lightly scoffed, unable to watch her seductive antics any longer.

Deeming this petty woman was deliberately avenging herself against the Female Demon Lord, he irritably pulled out two pieces of cotton from somewhere and stuffed them into his ears, focusing on reading again.