The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Tong Siqing was pushed into the water without any warning.

Water splashed everywhere. The warm pool water instantly enveloped her body. Her ears felt squeezed by huge bubbles, muffled, unable to hear anything clearly.

In the water, Tong Siqing tried hard to open her eyes and look towards the edge, but she could only see through a layer of misty illusion, like looking at flowers through fog.

On the bank were Shi Zhihua’s long legs.

In the pool, Tong Siqing gradually sank to the bottom.

She was truly too obedient. Shi Zhihua told her to clench the hairpin, and she didn’t dare release it, not even prioritizing breathing, but allowing the air to be stripped away.

Under normal circumstances, Tong Siqing shouldn’t have sunk so fast, but with the hairpin clenched in her mouth and one hand holding the robe, her movement was greatly restricted.

She did make an effort, such as closing her eyes firmly, and also, tightly gripping the clothes in her hand.

As a highly cultivated Immortal Sage, this little bit of commotion wouldn’t cause her to drown; holding her breath was a small matter. Thus, Tong Siqing didn’t panic at all and allowed herself to sink into the pool.

As her consciousness drifted, she stopped opening her eyes to look at the person on the bank.

The person on the bank finally started to panic a little.

Shi Zhihua had pushed her into the water with mischievous intent, wanting to see her struggle and splash, or float up and down in embarrassment. She had set up the Memory Orb, intending to transmit this scene to the Sage-Scribe, showing him how his good daughter was being bullied.

Who would have thought that Tong Siqing would show no struggle after being pushed in, quietly sinking to the bottom?

Shi Zhihua stood on the bank, arms crossed, watching, gradually realizing that the situation was not going as planned.

At first, she thought the other person was playing, especially since Tong Siqing was still looking at her with her eyes open. But then, those beautiful, fawn-like eyes closed.

Shi Zhihua sensed that something was wrong.

Did the water from the Demon Spring have some bad effect on her? How could the dignified Chief Immortal Sage, the Sage-Scribe’s daughter, have no power to fight back?

Shi Zhihua’s eyes slightly shifted, carefully looking towards the bottom of the pool—Tong Siqing was actually still tightly clenching the hairpin in her mouth, truly not letting go at all.

Shi Zhihua thought she would release it the moment she fell into the water.

That way, she could find an excuse to punish her, making her humbly grope for the hairpin in the pool, and then bring it to the bank, clenched in her mouth.

Like a low-level spirit animal.

That would maximize the effect of humiliation.

But… why was she so obedient, so compliant? She was told not to release her grip, and she truly held on, sinking uncomfortably to the bottom without unclamping her jaws.

Shi Zhihua, as the Demon Lord, had always been ruthless and arrogant, not knowing what compassion felt like, but at this moment, watching the obedient girl sink into the pool before her, her heart twinged with pain.

How could there be such a pure and well-behaved person in the world?

So naive, as if she had never seen the world.

So easy to fool.

Shi Zhihua sighed, unable to do anything about her.

In this situation, the Memory Orb in the air was still recording, but Shi Zhihua didn’t retrieve it. Instead, she immediately entered the water, going to retrieve the person herself.

The Demon Spring was not completely clear. Due to the demonic energy immersion, the pool water was a pale purple, hazy and mesmerizing when the mist surrounded it.

Shi Zhihua’s black robe got wet. She didn’t pay attention to it, but reached out her arm based on instinct, wrapping it around the other person’s waist in the next instant, bringing her out of the water immediately.

The water surface splashed, and the two figures floated close together.

Shi Zhihua looked at her worriedly…

Tong Siqing’s eyes were bright, staring at her unblinkingly.

Shi Zhihua: “…”

Was she playing a trick on me?

Shi Zhihua’s eye muscles tightened, feeling extremely displeased. She had observed the other person and found that Tong Siqing showed no signs of abnormality, so was everything just her own overreaction?

It probably didn’t matter if I didn’t save her.

After all, she was the Chief Immortal Sage. How could she drown in a pool of water?

“You tricked me,” Shi Zhihua gritted her teeth. “Is that fun?”

Tong Siqing’s obediently tied hair was completely wet, hanging limply against her head like rabbit ears. Her hair was thick and dense; even wet, it floated on the water like satin, black and shiny, just like her beautiful eyes.

She had the hairpin clenched in her mouth, so she couldn’t speak, only shake her head.

I didn’t trick you, she thought.

Tong Siqing tilted her chin slightly, demonstrating to the other person—Look! The hairpin is still clenched.

“Not fun? You still know it’s not fun? How dare you…” Shi Zhihua became even angrier. Her sharp phoenix eyes made her look extremely formidable. She deliberately intimidated Tong Siqing: “This is the Demon Spring. Immortals who fall in will have a layer of skin corroded away. You closed your eyes and let yourself sink. Were you intentionally trying to scare me?”

Wow, this pool is amazing.

Tong Siqing’s eyes brightened. She was excited, believing her cultivation must have reached an extremely high level, as this terrifying Demon Spring couldn’t harm her in the slightest.

When Shi Zhihua captured this subtle change in expression, she was so angry that she gripped Tong Siqing’s neck and pushed her against the pool wall: “Speak!”

But the hairpin is still in my mouth.

Tong Siqing looked at her aggrievedly, feeling like crying a little.

She wanted to explain, but she couldn’t open her mouth.

Tong Siqing’s wet eyelashes fluttered as she looked at her.

Shi Zhihua was a little overwhelmed by that look. She didn’t know whether she felt annoyance or anger. Cruelty and compassion were intertwined. She wanted to crush the other person’s neck but also wanted to embrace and soothe her. In short, she was very conflicted.

Tong Siqing also didn’t know what to do. She looked at the great villain before her and saw that her long hair was completely wet, a strand of black silk sticking to her cheekbone. Her passionate eyes seemed to hide many thoughts, slightly lowered and unhappy.

A beautiful woman in distress, captivating the heart.

Tong Siqing’s heart pounded wildly. She had no resistance to such close-range beauty.

The moment the other person released her neck, her body went limp, and she awkwardly rested her forehead against Shi Zhihua’s collarbone.

Shi Zhihua was stunned, instinctively lowering her head.

Suddenly, a hard, slightly warm ornament touched her skin.

Shi Zhihua raised her hand to feel it and touched a hairpin.

Shi Zhihua: “…”

She suddenly understood. After pulling out the hairpin, Tong Siqing indeed unclenched her teeth and let out a huge breath.

Immediately after, Tong Siqing began to cough lightly.

Perhaps she choked on the water, or perhaps she swallowed some, but she was very uncomfortable.

She coughed until her eyes were red, like a rabbit, covering her mouth with one hand and carefully catching her breath, trying to avoid Shi Zhihua’s gaze…

Shi Zhihua looked down at her, not knowing what to say—even in this situation, Tong Siqing was still clutching the robe with her other hand.

Obedient, obedient to a fault, completely inflexible.

Just like this person, stubbornly adhering to the rules, incapable of flexible thinking.

Shi Zhihua asked: “You… couldn’t answer me because you were holding something in your mouth all this time?”

Tong Siqing nodded: “Mhm, you told me to clench it tightly…”

Shi Zhihua immediately covered her mouth, preventing her from speaking, feeling both annoyed and amused: “Why are you so rigid?”

“I’m not, you said…”

Tong Siqing stammered a reply, her warm breath steaming against the other person’s palm.

Shi Zhihua withdrew her hand, looking down at her beautiful eyes with a hint of helplessness: “You do whatever I say? Then why didn’t you tell the truth when I asked for your name?”

Some things could be done, but words should not be spoken recklessly.

Tong Siqing calculated mentally: If I told the truth, wouldn’t my identity be exposed!

So she shook her head, indicating: “I can’t say.”

Shi Zhihua looked up at the Memory Orb in the air, tempted to sneer. She didn’t know if Tong Siqing was truly foolish or just naive. She wasn’t clever when she should be, and she was genuinely foolish when she should be playing dumb.

“Fine, I won’t pressure you,” Shi Zhihua conceded. “Get out.”

Tong Siqing didn’t move.

Because the robe she had been tightly clutching suddenly, for some reason, floated up! Like drifting seaweed, it surged towards Shi Zhihua as she moved away.

The previously shameless… slow-to-react Tong Siqing finally felt a rush of blood to her cheeks. She hurriedly tried to gather the clothes, clumsily like a cat that accidentally fell into the water.

Shi Zhihua noticed her small movements and carefully looked back.

Tong Siqing lowered her head, afraid to look at her.

Shi Zhihua noticed the hand tightly gripping the robe, thinking she was still stubbornly refusing to let go, and perhaps her hand had cramped.

“I see.”

Shi Zhihua let out a soft laugh and considerately helped her unclench her tightened fist.

Tong Siqing’s internal alarm bells went off!

No, no!

If I let go, the clothes will float away!

On the bank just now, separated by a layer of mist and some distance, Tong Siqing wasn’t so shy. Now, in the water, with nothing between them and at such close range, Tong Siqing was simply too embarrassed to be exposed.

Especially seeing Shi Zhihua wearing her slightly smaller clothes, and with her whole body wet… the revealing parts really… brought the distance between them much closer.

Tong Siqing could even recall the slight softness on the other person’s chest when she leaned against her just now, which was captivating.

“Don’t be so rigid,” Shi Zhihua had to ask her to release her fist. “Let go. I won’t bully you.”

No!

Tong Siqing took half a step back, turned around, and wrapped herself in the robe.

“I won’t,” Tong Siqing resisted. “No.”

She actually said no repeatedly?!

Shi Zhihua was displeased. Tong Siqing’s behavior was a bit too clueless.

“Are you looking down on me? I am the Master of the Palace of Decadence and Lust. Regardless of anything, it’s not your place to give me attitude.” Shi Zhihua gripped her shoulder. “Don’t think of yourself as a person from the Xianning Sect anymore. When you come to the Demon Realm, you must obey the rules and listen to me. I told you to let go, so you…”

Hearing the harsh words, Tong Siqing immediately obediently released her grip.

Then, the clothes separated into threads, tangled in her hair, and floated on the water’s surface.

She didn’t know where to put her arms or her head, only staring blankly at the clothes floating like duckweed.

Tong Siqing nervously splashed the clothes on the water surface, accidentally wrapping them around her arm, nearly choking herself.

She coughed lightly again: “I’m sorry.”

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