The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 44.2
Chapter 44.2
She had just used her sensory ability to pull that half of the mirror to herself, and then she made Tong Siqing look into it for a moment, successfully causing her to fully reclaim the years of lost greed and malice…
Oh, and also.
She had deliberately concocted that story just now to add fuel to the fire for the two of them, to make Shi Zhihua taste the bitterness.
Wei Luan envisioned a scenario—when the blissfully happy Shi Zhihua encountered the malice-released Tong Siqing, how would she treat her? Kill her? Or indulge her?
No matter the outcome, it was highly anticipated.
She wondered how exciting tonight would be.
Wei Luan interestingly dipped her finger in some water and wrote a few words on the table—Lust, Greed, Wrath, Cruelty, Jealousy…
Whichever it was, it sounded very entertaining.
She wondered which aspect of malice the daughter, so meticulously cultivated and protected by Sheng Wen, would activate.
Shi Zhihua finally carried Tong Siqing back to the bedroom.
“Wait a moment. You can’t sleep until your hair is undone,” Shi Zhihua found it somewhat amusing to see her so drowsy she was barely conscious. “Sleepyhead.”
Tong Siqing mumbled something to herself.
Shi Zhihua didn’t hear clearly and leaned down to listen, sensing the heat radiating from her breath.
Shi Zhihua worriedly checked her temperature: “Did you catch a chill?”
Tong Siqing said something again.
This time, Shi Zhihua heard clearly. The other party said she had a fever and that being hugged would be very comfortable.
Shi Zhihua didn’t know what to say to her.
At a time like this, how could she spout such nonsense?
“All nonsense, all bravado. If this Venerable One truly intended to do anything, you would cry louder than anyone,” Shi Zhihua took off her outer robe, carefully folded it, and placed it aside. For some reason, she suddenly noticed the Lover’s Knot on her wrist, and a playful thought sparked in her mind.
Although today’s story was boring, it was quite suitable for bedroom games.
Shi Zhihua turned back, looking at the clingy Tong Siqing leaning against her, and playfully asked: “Do you want to test the sincerity of this Venerable One’s heart?”
How to test it? Just tear it off according to the method in the story.
Of course, the story was false, but people’s minds are creative.
To make the act convincing, Shi Zhihua raised her hand and sealed her own pressure points, instantly acting out the effect realistically.
She was very satisfied, her crow-like lashes lowered, looking back at the other party with captivating charm.
Just at that moment.
She suddenly met a pair of… eyes.
Shi Zhihua: ???
Why did she suddenly have a bad feeling?
Since when did this little white rabbit become so overbearing?