Chapter 716: Chapter 716

Yet, Si Chen was an exceptionally sincere man. While the Demon Lord, carrying the heart of a maiden, wished to flirt and argue with him, he was regrettably oblivious.

Baili An smiled apologetically toward her and said, "I’m sorry."

At this moment, was she seeking his apology?

The Female Demon Lord’s face instantly turned icy cold as she saw his preoccupied expression. Dangerous storms gathered in her eyes, and she let out a cold laugh.

Drawing nearer, the Demon Lord sniffed delicately at his neck, her eyes growing unusually dark and cold. "You, whom did you invite to serve you last night? Those two dancing witches? Or was it Ning Fei Yan?"

Baili An’s eyes widened slightly as he stepped back reflexively, taken aback by her blunt question.

Yet after a second thought, instead of offering explanations, he preferred to leave an impression of his nature as a flirtatious man, indulging day and night in pleasures. After all, no woman in the world liked a man who was too amorous.

He cleared his throat and said seriously, "Your Majesty witnessed with your own eyes how I brought back those two dancing girls to Chao Mu Hall, and I also obtained the River Lord for the price of a favor. Shouldn’t summoning someone to serve at night be considered normal?"

The Female Demon Lord paused, seemingly surprised by his response.

If Baili An had hemmed and hawed to explain and cover up, she would have certainly found the scent of a woman ingrained in his skin to be highly abnormal.

But now that he had so forthrightly admitted his nightly dalliances, it made her think he was intentionally sullying himself to make her give up.

The Female Demon Lord found it somewhat amusing, and the gloom in her eyes gradually dissipated.

She lazily leaned against a luxurious couch, draped in a fur made from white fox skins, and casually popped a fruit into her mouth:

"You make a reasonable point. I’m not someone petty. Since I approved of you bringing back those three ladies to the palace, let alone you summoning one girl to serve you for the night, even if you had all three serve you at once, I would not blame you."

"Cough, cough, cough!!!" Baili An nearly choked on his own saliva. The Demon Lord was really too generous.

Seeing his flustered expression, the Female Demon Lord became even more certain that he was deliberately trying to upset her.

She smiled, holding the round fruit in her mouth, her eyes half-closed in a lazy curve. Reaching out, she pulled at Baili An’s collar and drew him down onto the couch.

In the past few days, Baili An had become accustomed to her sometimes impudent and bold behavior.

Reacting swiftly, he spread his arms, supporting himself on the couch beside her shoulders, preventing himself from being forced down.

But the persistent Female Demon Lord wrapped her soft arm around his neck and, with lips tinged in a faint blush, began to feed him the fruit she was nibbling on.

Baili An was shocked. He turned his head away, and the fruit that was fed to him brushed against his cheek, leaving a trail of dew.

He tried to get up, but his neck was tightly bound by her arm.

Baili An helplessly said, "I cannot eat these kinds of food."

The Female Demon Lord laughed and said, "Who said I’m feeding you the fruit? The fruit’s skin is too sour and tough; peel it for me."

Baili An tilted his head back as much as he could to avoid her warm breath, frowning as he said, "Doesn’t Your Majesty have hands? Why don’t you peel it yourself?"

Seeing his disobedience, a look of displeasure crossed the Female Demon Lord’s brow. She slowly lifted a hand, and with a casual, languid motion, she lightly drew it across the blade of a small silver craft knife that lay on the table in front of the couch.

Bright red blood dripped steadily, staining the white blanket.

With a smile, she said, "Now my hand is injured and cannot peel the fruit."

Baili An knew if he continued to resist, she might do something terrible, so he reluctantly reached out to take the fruit from her mouth.

But the hand hooked around his neck held him tight, preventing him from getting up.

If one of his supporting hands was to relax even a bit, he certainly couldn’t withstand the Demon Lord’s astonishing strength; he would end up tumbling into her embrace.

The thought wasn’t too pleasant, so Baili An gritted his teeth and said, "If Your Majesty doesn’t let me get up, how can I peel it for you?"

A pointed white toe emerged from the edge of the fur blanket and began to slowly tease, a soft, jade-like little foot gently rubbing against Baili An’s thigh, acting very much like a mischievous little demon: "I want you to use your mouth to peel it for me."

Baili An couldn’t avoid the restless little foot, allowing her to frivolously caress as she wished.

He looked down at the fruit, the glossy transparent skin beaded with drops of water, looking incredibly tempting. He said stiffly, "Your Majesty, my saliva is poisonous."

The Female Demon Lord’s brow rose, and she laughed, "Really? I’ve heard that the most poisonous things in the world are sweet; you’ve made me want to try it for myself."

Hearing her tone, it seemed she was set on taking him by force?

Veins throbbed on Baili An’s forehead as he realized that the Demon Lord’s skin was as thick as city walls. If he continued to argue, it might lead to more than just peeling fruit.

Determined, he leaned forward, gently biting the fruit, using his sharp teeth to peel back a corner. Juicy liquid burst forth, sweetening their lips.

He licked the juices at the edge of his lips and then took half the fruit into his mouth, gently biting down.

The fruit’s skin peeled away easily, and the plump fruit rolled from Baili An’s mouth into that of the Demon Lord.

Tasting the sweetness, the Female Demon Lord was satisfied and let go of his neck. Yet, she seemed unwilling to swallow the fruit, slowly rolling it between her lips and teeth.

She propped her chin in her hand, looking at Baili An with a smile, "If you were to reside in the Netherworld Palace in the future, I fear I would soon become a foolish ruler dazzled by beauty and lust."

"Don’t be." Hearing this comparison, Baili An shivered violently; it made him sound like some seductress bringing disaster upon the nation. He quickly said, "Foolish rulers usually have short lives; you’d better keep working diligently for your people."

Watching his pale, horrified expression, the Female Demon Lord burst out laughing.

Perhaps pleased, she restrained her seductive behavior somewhat, drawing her delicate feet slowly back under the blanket.

She spoke earnestly, but with a trace of jest, "River Lord Si Chen has captured my heart. Even if you seek pleasure every night, I will indulge and allow it, because..."

The mischievous Female Demon Lord poked Baili An’s waist, laughingly saying, "The skills of my future Royal Consort are deadly; I alone could not withstand them."

The conversation was becoming increasingly bawdy. This was not the demeanor of a ruling Demon Lord, but more like that of a female hoodlum.

Exasperated, Baili An brushed away her hand: "Nothing but nonsense; how would you know its strength if you haven’t experienced it?"

The Female Demon Lord gazed at him with an indescribable depth, "I’ve kept my sword sheathed for thousands of years, already familiar with the carving style of the dragon shape on the sword and its fierce direction. How could I not know its strength?"

What a ridiculous mess.

Why on earth was she discussing swords all of a sudden?

Though Baili An didn’t understand what she meant, from the sly smile on that enticing little face, he knew it wasn’t something virtuous.

He cleverly changed the subject, "I finished reading the books you gave me last night. Might you exchange them for some new ones?"

While the Female Demon Lord could be a bit troublesome at times, she was quite unwavering and generous about the things Baili An wanted.

He asked, and she gave them directly, without even asking why he was so eager to read those ancient secrets.

Having obtained new secrets, the Demon Lord, under the pretense of checking for missing ones, detained him for a while longer.

She took her time organizing those obviously labeled scriptures, as if unaware of the value of time. Baili An, who liked order, had still managed to read all the books in one night, delivering them to her neatly and in perfect order.

The Female Demon Lord’s gaze suddenly fell on a small sheet wedged between two secret scrolls, emitting a soft sound of surprise. She pulled out the wrinkled sheet, which was covered with strange marks. Though the stains had long since dried, she immediately recognized what they were.

Her gaze turned to Baili An in astonishment, as if discovering a new world, her lips twitching to suppress her laughter, she said, "Since when have you become so bad, using the things I gave you to..."