They Are Archenemies, But They Have A Child - Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Defying Evil

However, since the lie had been told, he had to maintain the facade. He nodded: “I understand, thank you, Sister Liu.”

Sister Liu smiled in satisfaction, then produced a bowl of rice paste: “It’s been so long, and Xiao Dao hasn’t cried once. She’s surprisingly resilient to hunger. I’ll go feed her a little something.”

Cloud Qingwu subconsciously reached out to stop her. Xiao Dao was not a mortal being and normally shouldn’t need to eat, but it was difficult to explain without giving away their secret.

In the end, he could only give up.

Forget it. A little food won’t hurt.

“You should eat more too. This sweet and sour fish is Sister Liu’s specialty.”

Cloud Qingwu nodded, picked up a piece of fish, and his expression froze for a moment.

This taste…

He couldn’t help but look at the woman busy feeding Xiao Dao rice paste, then shook his head.

It must be a coincidence.

After finishing the meal, under Sister Liu’s watchful gaze, he took the food back to the room. The demon meditating in the room was exactly as he had left him. If it weren’t for the extremely strong sense of irritation, which was clearly not his own, constantly emanating from the demon, he might actually believe this fellow still had the energy to abstain from eating.

Cloud Qingwu placed the bowl heavily on the table. The crisp sound was quite prominent in the quiet room.

However, the half-fox didn’t even twitch an eyelid.

Eat it or don’t.

Cloud Qingwu went out, pushed the cradle into the room, and then routinely went to bed. In any case, he had done his part to maintain appearances.

It was only when the breathing of the person on the bed became stable that the person on the chair opened his eyes.

Leng Lici glanced at the food on the table from the corner of his eye, then looked away. He would not eat food of unknown origin.

He walked to the cradle. Xiao Dao was sleeping soundly inside. During his meditation just now, he had tried numerous times, but there was still no spiritual power in his body. This made him frustrated, unsure where the process had gone wrong.

But…

He looked thoughtfully at the person on the bed. Since neither of them had spiritual power now, why not take the opportunity to kill this hidden danger?

Could the situation possibly get any worse?

Thinking this, Leng Lici drew out a Nightmare Spirit Blade (Yan Ling Ren) from his robe. This knife was refined from a dragon’s bone and resentment. Though small, it possessed immense lethality and could pierce even a god’s heart in one strike.

He kept his footsteps light, approaching the bedside silently. The person on the bed had a peaceful face and steady breathing, and there were no significant emotional fluctuations. He was in a deep sleep. Leng Lici stared intently at the location of Cloud Qingwu’s heart, raising the Nightmare Spirit Blade and stabbing down fiercely.

The instant the blade tip touched the fabric, the closed eyes abruptly snapped open. The deep blue eyes were as profound as the abyss, radiating chilling intent.

Simultaneously, a strong force struck Leng Lici’s wrist, twisting it fiercely downwards. Everything happened too quickly, forcing him to let go of his grip.

Cloud Qingwu pressed the advantage, rolling over and using his body to firmly pin the person beneath him.

“The dignified Demon Lord engaging in vulgar acts like sneak attacks?”

Leng Lici’s brow furrowed intensely. They were too close. As Cloud Qingwu spoke, his warm breath puffed onto Leng Lici’s neck, and the temperature pressing down on his body was impossible to ignore.

This feeling was truly disgusting.

He glanced at the white hair falling by his face, then suddenly reached out and pulled down hard.

“Ugh!”

A cry of pain sounded, and the next second, the world spun. Their positions flipped.

The sudden tug made Cloud Qingwu feel for a moment as if his scalp were peeling off his head. The previously ice-cold eyes now sharpened like blades. If his vision could materialize, the person in front of him would have been sliced into a thousand pieces.

“This Venerable One is not like you gods who pride yourselves on being righteous.” Leng Lici tilted his head, a sarcastic curve playing on the corner of his mouth.

If he had adhered to those standards, he would have died countless times by now.

Cloud Qingwu did not wish to compete in verbal sparring. Both his hands were pinned down by Leng Lici, unable to move. He could only focus his strength on his body, struggling fiercely, seeking a momentary gap for a counterattack.

“Wuu—”

Just as he finally found a loophole and was about to flip over, the familiar, curse-like precursor sound started again.

“…”

A muffled groan sounded.

With a bang, his efforts were completely ruined, and he fell back to his original position.

The person who was merely propped up on him before was now pressed firmly against him by this external force, fitting tightly.

Why is this half-fox so heavy?!

He felt as if a giant boulder was pressing on him, making it difficult to breathe.

The human boulder itself was not having a better time. Leng Lici pressed his lips together, attempting to get up, but no matter how hard he tried, the invisible pressure on his body wouldn’t budge an inch.

His eyes darkened, and the bedding beneath his hands wrinkled fiercely.

The little fry’s control over him was still active. He couldn’t kill Cloud Qingwu!

“Hey, what was that noise next door?” A man’s voice sounded outside—it was Qu Ping, the head of the Qu family, returning home.

Footsteps sounded twice toward the room, then were immediately pulled back by another person.

The two on the bed couldn’t help but hold their breath.

“It’s nothing. Don’t go bother them!” Sister Liu’s voice sounded, scolding her husband with a tone of mock anger.

After Qu Ping’s footsteps faded away, Sister Liu murmured something with a mix of shyness and teasing: “The age of high spirits, truly remarkable.”

Leng Lici: “…”

Cloud Qingwu: “…”

Is that the appropriate interpretation of “brothers”?

Silence returned outside, but the hearts of the two inside could not be quieted in the slightest.

In their intertwined position, the other person’s warm breath touched their somewhat cool necks, and the simple sensation of weight was now overlaid with an unspeakable sensuality because of that one sentence.

In an instant, all peripheral senses focused on the physical contact from the other person. Due to his constitution, Cloud Qingwu’s skin was always slightly cool, while the person pressing down on him was the exact opposite.

The two extremes of temperature met abruptly, like ice meeting fire. The coldness was melted inch by inch by the intense heat. The unmistakable sensation made his skin tremble violently, making him feel helpless yet irresistibly drawn in. He turned his head slightly, trying his best to ignore the scorching body temperature. A wisp of his loose hair, following his movement, brushed against Leng Lici’s neck.

Leng Lici stiffened all over, feeling as if that patch of skin had defected and was no longer under his control.

He glared with a hint of belated anger at the culprit beneath him, but paused. The distance was too close, so close that if he blinked, his eyelashes might brush the fine hair on the neck beneath him. The itch on his neck spread like a poison, threatening to reach his heart.

The forgotten sense of losing control during the consciousness entanglement swept back. Leng Lici shut his eyes tightly, choosing to believe that what the eye didn’t see couldn’t harm him. However, a faint blush appeared on his face due to annoyance.

Perhaps because of the lack of spiritual power, the exhaustion from the fierce struggle now spread over him like a wave. In the lightless darkness, Leng Lici felt his body floating in the dark, and his consciousness gradually became chaotic and blurred.

After an unknown period, Cloud Qingwu felt the breathing on his neck shift from rapid to steady and even. He opened his eyes and tilted his head. His eyes narrowed, flashing with a trace of disbelief.

“…”

Ha. He’s using me as a pillow, isn’t he…

The sleeping person seemed to sense the resentment in his heart. The steady breathing became rapid again. The slightly furrowed brow deepened, and a thin layer of sweat even beaded on his forehead.

Cloud Qingwu’s intended sarcasm was caught in his throat. He subconsciously softened his breathing and just stared at Leng Lici.

Leng Lici’s emotions were not subtle. Over their few confrontations, Cloud Qingwu had seen many emotions on his face.

Contempt, hatred, disdain, and the most frequent one, anger. But he had never seen “fear.”

Yet, this rare emotion was right before his eyes now.

This half-demon, who had forged a bloody path in the demon realm with his partial demon blood, actually had something he was afraid of? Truly rare.

So…

What exactly was he encountering in his dream?

…

Night deepened outside the window. In the cradle, Xiao Dao’s small, pouting mouth relaxed. She smacked her lips, as if dreaming of delicious food, and her breathing settled down.

On the wooden bed not far away, the bodies of the two people, tightly pressed together and unable to move, suddenly relaxed. The one on top let out a soft sigh and unconsciously shifted into a more comfortable position, hugging the “pillow” in his arms. The winter night was cold. The sleeping “pillow” turned sideways accordingly, his left hand wrapping around, instinctively moving closer to the heat source.

The rooster in the small courtyard crowed incessantly, signaling the passing of the night. The new round of sunlight spread across the land, announcing a good day to the mortals.

But this good moment only briefly shone into the room before being completely shattered by a sudden infant’s cry.

Leng Lici frowned in annoyance, then abruptly opened his eyes. A sleeping face, pale everywhere, directly met his gaze.

!

All sleepiness vanished from his golden eyes, replaced by alertness and lingering confusion. He released the hands that were embracing the owner of the sleeping face, retreated a few steps, and then mercilessly kicked out a foot.

How did I fall asleep last night?!

“Ugh!”

The pain of suddenly hitting the floor forced Cloud Qingwu awake. The annoyance of having his sleep disturbed, coupled with the physical pain, ignited a huge fire in his heart. Ignoring the cause and effect for the moment, he leaped up, pouncing on the culprit on the bed, and punched him: “What is wrong with you?!”

Leng Lici dodged by turning his head. His thoughts fully returned. His eyes moved imperceptibly, but quickly hardened again. He kneed upward, striking back, and said coldly: “You brought this on yourself.”

?

Cloud Qingwu laughed out of sheer anger, his left cheek stinging painfully. This half-fox was actually shifting the blame! He nodded, unwilling to argue right and wrong with him any further, and flipped off the bed.

Xiao Dao had been crying and fussing since earlier. He had no interest in recreating last night’s scene with this half-fox.

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but sneer. He had actually worried so much about this demon last night. Why didn’t that dream scare this menace to death? What a pity.

Cloud Qingwu walked over to the cradle. A strange smell assaulted him from the air. This smell had been spreading in the air since just now, but it was not as concentrated as it was now. Clearly, this was the source.

His brow furrowed slightly. He didn’t move for a moment.

This was the smell of feces, but Xiao Dao’s constitution was special. She didn’t need to eat to sustain life, so naturally, she shouldn’t have the need to excrete…

!

His eyes widened slightly, then he sighed softly. He remembered the bowl of rice paste from yesterday…

“Hey, come here and help. Xiao Dao’s swaddling cloth is dirty.” Cloud Qingwu looked at the person still lying on the bed, suppressing his still-simmering anger.

The person on the bed flipped over, facing the other direction, refusing to respond.

Cloud Qingwu took a deep breath, picked up Xiao Dao with both hands, while strictly maintaining a half-foot distance between himself and the child. Father and daughter stopped at the bedside.

“I’ll count to three.”

The ear-piercing crying and the stench of feces poured down from above, infiltrating Leng Lici’s five senses wherever possible. He gritted his teeth, feeling his body hairs stand on end.

It felt as though he himself had become a rotting corpse in a mass grave.

“Three.”

“Two.”

He suddenly shot up. He needed to immediately get away from this suffocating environment.

Plop!

The smelly swaddling cloth aptly crashed into his face.

At the same time, Cloud Qingwu’s malicious voice sounded: “One.”

“Let’s change the diaper together, dear mother of the child.”

Leng Lici’s eyes were bloodshot. He froze in place.

Cloud Qingwu let out a breath.

Satisfied.