Unknowingly, the night was getting darker. With the autumn rain and the cold, the cool air entered the tent from the corners, bringing a trace of coolness to the enclosed space.
Song Zhi got up and moved her limbs. As soon as she went out, she saw the two remaining dishes on the table. Hmm, Yingying was not the dish from the morning. It seemed that the devil Emperor had settled his dinner by himself. Song Zhi smiled in satisfaction. She mixed the eggs and the batter together and started to make egg rolls.
Very quickly, the crispy egg roll attracted its owner. When she saw Mo Xiuyao sitting down at the table, Song Zhi's face lit up with joy. When she looked at Mo Xiuyao now, she no longer saw him as a bastard or a dangerous person. Instead, she saw free medical insurance, a magical tool that could prolong one's life, and a tool that could make her look good for a long time!
"Try it, it's especially fragrant." Song Zhi tried her best to restrain her surging emotions. Mo Xiuyao took the egg roll and took a bite. It was indeed crispy and sweet, something he had never tasted before.
"How is it?" Song Zhi squatted beside his legs and looked at him with her bright eyes.
Mo Xiuyao nodded. "It's alright."
"If you like it, I'll make it for you again tomorrow." Song Zhi smiled gently.
Mo Xiuyao paused.
"Is there anything else you'd like to eat? I'll try my best to make it for you." Song Zhi asked again.
After a long pause, Mo Xiuyao slowly said, "Can't you be..."
"What?" Song Zhi was full of anticipation.
"Be normal," Mo Xiuyao said.
"..." Half a minute later, she tactfully said, "Sir Demon Lord, I want..."
"You don't." Mo Xiuyao refused directly.
Song Zhi, "..."
She was so disappointed! Everyone said that men were animals that thought with the lower half of their bodies. She thought that Mo Xiuyao would be more soft-hearted to her after having some physical relations with her, but it turned out that he was not at all! Then what should she do?!
Was she going to trade labor for it every 30 days like before? At this rate, she would need more than 30 years to completely detoxify the poison! In 30 years, Mo Xiuyao would leave Demon's Note Valley! If she followed him, would she still be able to live the rest of her life in peace?
The more Song Zhi thought about it, the more melancholic she became. Her sadness was almost overflowing from her eyes. Mo Xiuyao could not bear it anymore and said expressionlessly, "Just once."
"Alright!" Song Zhi was shocked!
The second time, it was obviously much smoother than the first time. Song Zhi more or less had some skills in how to sit and how to exert force. It did not hurt much and was much easier than the first time. But... why did it suddenly take so long?
In the beginning, Song Zhi was still secretly proud of her talent, but slowly, she could not be proud anymore. Toward the end, she gradually broke down.
"Demon Lord... are you still not done?" She asked while sobbing.
Mo Xiuyao's back stiffened, and his face turned pale. His breath was hot when he spoke, "I should be the one asking you this, right? Why did it take so long this time?"
One sentence was enough to let Song Zhi recognize the fact that the Demon Lord was still a little virgin! She had no choice but to choke on her physiological knowledge. "Usually... this situation is normal, but... You can at least control the time a little..."
The veins on Mo Xiuyao's forehead throbbed.
Song Zhi held back her tears and shook her head. After thinking for a while, she tried to say, "Why don't you... move a little too?"
Mo Xiuyao, "..."
"If I'm on my own, I don't know when this will end." Song Zhi was about to cry again as she spoke. Mo Xiuyao took a deep breath and only moved his waist after a long time.
"Oh..." A completely different and strange feeling appeared in an instant. Song Zhi could not help but let out a muffled groan. When she regained her senses, she quickly covered her mouth, afraid that she would arouse Mo Xiuyao's disgust.
However, Mo Xiuyao did not notice her abnormality. His breathing was getting heavier and heavier, and some kind of uncontrollable emotion was about to erupt, but he suppressed it forcefully. He hated losing control, so after calming down, he wanted to shake Song Zhi off. However, he was stunned.
"Demon Lord, hurry up..." Song Zhi cried until her nose was red. She urged him pitifully. Mo Xiuyao clenched his fists, but as she wished, the not-so-strong bed shook for a long time before it finally stopped.
Song Zhi got down from Mo Xiuyao's body while sniffling. She curled up by the bed and absorbed the Danyang just like the first time. When everything was over, Mo Xiuyao was nowhere to be seen.