The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 106

Chapter 106

“I’m sorry, Qing Lin, would you mind stepping out for a moment, please?” Su Rong, realizing that they had eaten something amiss, immediately wanted to send Qing Lin away. She said, “I’m afraid my improper behavior might damage the feelings between us.”

The meaning was clear.

Qing Lin hesitated, struggling against her heart’s desire and instinct, and started to walk out without looking back.

She bit her lip hard and made it halfway when she suddenly heard a faint, suppressed moan from behind her.

That sound indicated that the person was suffering no less than she was, as if going through a difficult ordeal, with an inner demon constantly tempting them both to take that irreversible step.

To be honest, Qing Lin had a selfish thought: if Su Rong was willing, she wouldn’t object to…

“But I’m worried about you.”

Qing Lin stood at the door with her back to Su Rong, her fingers lightly resting on the intricate carving. Qing Lin looked down, seeing her long, slender fingers and some scars left by years of combat. She thought, Su Rong’s hands are so smooth and clean, unlike mine… Can the hands that wield the whip and the hands that hold books be intertwined?

“You don’t need to worry.” Su Rong kept her voice low, her gaze fixed firmly on the figure ahead. “If you stay, it might lead to irreversible consequences.”

Irreversible.

Under the dual torment of body and mind, Qing Lin carefully pondered this word, turning it over and over, yet finding no trace of evidence that Su Rong was interested in her.

So direct, so simple.

It cannot be done, so it will not be done.

Su Rong had absolutely no intention of crossing the line with her.

But Qing Lin still couldn’t bring herself to push the door and leave. Once she left, the matter would be considered settled. Someone as intelligent as Su Rong, having provided her answer, would never bring it up again, and her feelings would never see the light of day.

No.

I cannot leave.

Qing Lin felt she could still struggle to ask.

Her voice dropped: “Ah Rong, but I… don’t want to leave. Actually, staying… as long as you don’t despise me…”

She spoke haltingly, unable to express a complete thought, not only failing to get an answer but also causing herself to blush first.

Behind her was a prolonged silence.

Qing Lin felt flustered and anxious. Unable to wait for Su Rong’s answer, her palms began to slightly sweat.

Oh well. Her silence is also an answer.

Qing Lin felt relieved, like a prisoner finally receiving the drop of the guillotine. The outcome was decided, and there was no need for further fear and anxiety.

“When I was at Xianning, leading my junior brothers and sisters on a journey, I went to a perilous cliff and had an accident, falling alone into a cave,” Su Rong suddenly spoke after the silence, recounting a past event. She said, “That mountain was full of ferocious demonic beasts. I was pinned down by a huge rock, surrounded by wild wolves with glowing green eyes. At that time, I forced myself to maintain my composure to deal with those demonic beasts. Later, lacking the strength, I fainted. When I woke up, I was left with a persistent ailment.”

The heart condition originated then.

Su Rong often felt restless and insecure afterward. She had entrusted her life to her junior disciples at the time, but their lack of capability led to her misstep, becoming trapped in the cave.

She always felt anxious at night, unable to sleep, thinking about many things.

Occasionally, when she fell asleep with her hand accidentally resting on her chest, she would dream of the past incident of being trapped on the cliff.

Then she would wake up, unable to sleep again.

“What is the root cause of the ailment?” Qing Lin listened to Su Rong narrate her past, knowing she was enduring great discomfort. She asked without thinking, “If it’s inconvenient, you don’t have to tell me.” Only after asking did she realize the abruptness of her question. Su Rong was usually forthcoming with her, so if she was concealing something, it must be a deep-seated scar. She quickly added, “If it’s inconvenient, you don’t have to tell me.”

Su Rong still told her.

She spoke honestly, using the most direct language to fully disclose her heart ailment from that year.

Of course, to briefly summarize her main point, it was—You can stay, but you can’t be on top of me.

Qing Lin: “…”

Although Su Rong’s tone was gentle and her attitude warm, with her personality, how could she possibly be the subordinate one?

The thought alone made her feel awkward.

Su Rong lowered her eyes and spoke softly: “Some time ago, I asked you a question: ‘Do you think the Venerable did the right thing? To give up one’s inherent pride for the sake of love in one’s heart.’ I know your answer from that time.”

Qing Lin had said that she could not understand the Demonic Venerable’s actions, but she was certain that she would never become like that in the future.

If she were to be overpowered, she would object a hundred times in her heart.

The Venerable, being the Demonic Venerable, was so humble out of indulgence for her lover that she was willing to let the other take whatever she wanted. Her waist was aching so much, yet she persisted in accommodating the other.

How much indulgence and love must that be?

At the time, Qing Lin had looked utterly incredulous, stating that she couldn’t accept or understand it.

But.

Now.

She herself was facing such a choice.

Su Rong had a heart condition. No matter how gentle her personality, she disliked being controlled. If Qing Lin wanted to stay, she would have to be the one submitting to the other’s arrangements.

Su Rong had nodded back then, objectively evaluating: “That’s true. With your fierce character, you wouldn’t be willing to submit just for a little bit of affection.”

Qing Lin hadn’t thought much of it then, even considering Su Rong her confidante and fully agreeing with her statements.

It turns out—Su Rong already knew at that time that the two of them were unlikely.

Su Rong cradled her head, her eyes slightly closed, as if she had fallen asleep, or perhaps she could no longer endure it and couldn’t look at anyone anymore.

She said: “You should leave. We will consider this an insignificant mistake we accidentally made together. Endure this night, and everything will return to normal.”

Qing Lin also wanted to push the door and leave, but her hands were trembling uncontrollably.

The internal struggle and torment were close to consuming her, making her neither dare to step out nor bear to look back at the person behind her.

“I…” Qing Lin lightly pursed her lips. She seemed to have made a significant decision, tightening her fingers.

She said the word “I” several times, starting the sentence repeatedly before finally speaking a complete sentence.

She said: “Ah Rong has a gentle and considerate nature and must be very nurturing. How could I refuse to stay just because of such a small issue?”

Qing Lin had decided. She could be the subordinate one. After all, both of them were women, and Su Rong’s personality was so gentle. It was unlikely she would treat her badly. Maybe, Qing Lin could even exert less effort and enjoy a comfortable night.

Su Rong softly asked her: “Are you truly sure?”

Qing Lin: “Yes.”

Su Rong: “You’re not leaving?”

Qing Lin: “I’m staying.”

“Good.” Su Rong sounded relieved, as if letting out a breath. Then, she rose and gracefully walked behind Qing Lin, slowly embracing her. “Trust me, Ah Lin.”

She held Qing Lin’s hand, smiled slightly, and led her to the bedside.

Qing Lin wore a dark teal riding suit with her long hair tied up high. When she lowered her head, allowing Su Rong to instruct her, her handsome features and sharply defined jawline were easily visible.

Su Rong leaned down and kissed her forehead, helping her remove her archer’s sleeve, wrist guards, and a series of small items: “Don’t be afraid.”

Qing Lin’s tied-up dark hair came cascading down. She kept her eyes lowered, not daring to look at anyone.

This contrast momentarily stunned Su Rong. Her hands paused in mid-air, unsure where to settle. It was like a person who had never removed a mask suddenly taking it off, a person who always tied up their hair letting down their countless black strands, a bright and passionate person shyly bowing their head…

The slight sense of disharmony it brought was like an electric current, running through Su Rong’s heart.

She had always been good-tempered, conducting herself gently and never acting impulsively.

But this time, she made a mistake.

The small action of simply letting down her hair made her almost lose control. She immediately skipped all the progressive steps, grabbing the other person’s shoulders and pushing her down onto the bed.

Qing Lin didn’t speak, only bit her lip and turned her head away.

Meanwhile, Shi Zhihua took Tong Siqing to visit Sheng Wen.

Only after entering Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen’s room did she realize something was wrong.

Tong Siqing’s reaction is a little too unusual, isn’t it?

Nervous? It wouldn’t make her blush this much, right?

In Shi Zhihua’s memory, Tong Siqing had only shown this kind of flushed, rapid-heartbeat, hazy expression once before, when she first came to the Abode of Indulgence to assassinate her.

It was as if she were slightly tipsy after a few rounds of wine.

The rabbit’s extremely dark and bright eyes were unfocused, as if sleepy or dizzy. She clung to Shi Zhihua’s arm, staring blankly at her.

Shi Zhihua finally remembered what that familiar scent was!

Wasn’t that the scent of the poisonous powder when I was first hit by the Succubus Wu Ziyu’s love poison!

Shi Zhihua: “…”

A blunder.

The North Sea actually sells this kind of stuff openly.

Truly shameless. It’s… astonishing.

Shi Zhihua lowered her gaze to Tong Siqing, who was clutching her arm. She saw that although the rabbit’s expression was silent, her heart was ardent, like a blazing white sun-fire. Under the gentle white light, a scorching core was encased.

“Can you hold on? We’ll leave as soon as we drop off the gift.”

The moment Shi Zhihua spoke, she suddenly remembered that what she brought for Sheng Wen was also not a good thing and couldn’t be left. So, she decisively took the gift back, pretending to have arrived empty-handed.

She supported Tong Siqing, thinking, Why is Sheng Wen taking so long to come out?

Inside the hall.

Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen, aware of their combined visit, was preparing very solemnly.

After all, this was an active visit, with Demonic Venerable Shi Zhihua coming with his precious daughter.

Like a formal visit to one’s parents in the mortal world, he had to be well-groomed.

Sheng Wen deliberately took his time, tidying his appearance and ensuring everything was perfect. Only then did he assume a dignified posture and start to walk out, intending to meet them.

But.

The moment he turned the corner into the main hall, he saw Shi Zhihua leading Tong Siqing away again.

And—she even took the gift back?

Sheng Wen: “…”

Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen, who had meticulously groomed himself for some time, was stunned. He had never witnessed such a scene. How can one withdraw from a visit to one’s elders at the last minute? And take the gift back too?

Where are the manners and etiquette?

Did the Demonic Venerable eat them?

Sheng Wen was rarely angered. He stepped out: “What business does the Demonic Venerable have with this Venerable?”

Shi Zhihua turned around, saw that Sheng Wen had noticed them, and looked at him with a slight embarrassment.

“Nothing much. I was planning to see you with Siqing and chat, but Siqing is a little sleepy now. We plan to pick another time to come.”

Shi Zhihua also noticed that Sheng Wen kept staring at the item in her hand. She thought, This is not my fault. You asked to see it. If you get affected, you shouldn’t blame me.

Shi Zhihua, with mischievous intent, said: “This is a North Sea specialty. I was thinking of letting you try it, but… this item is a great tonic, and it might not suit your taste. So, we decided to take it back first and gift something else later.”

Sheng Wen finally showed a hint of the benevolent tone unique to an elder: “It’s alright. As long as it is your intention, this Venerable will accept it.”

Shi Zhihua’s lips slightly curled. She very readily put the item down.

Sheng Wen looked at the drowsy Tong Siqing, and he condescendingly nodded to Shi Zhihua: “Very well. I grant you permission to return another day.”

Shi Zhihua looked extremely polite, more polite than she had ever been in her life: “Thank you.”

Sheng Wen maintained his full dignity. His dark hair hung down, gathered behind him. His silver robes were crisp. Beneath the cuffs, his hands were slightly clenched the noble demeanor of the Heavenly Venerable of Xianning.

He treated all living beings with mercy and compassion, but towards the culprit who had led his daughter astray, he always maintained an air of superiority.

Sheng Wen nodded, not saying anything more, and instructed the Demonic Overlord as if she were a Xianning disciple: “You may withdraw.”

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