Tu Shan Honghong put down the wine jar, supported herself with her hands on the ground, and said with a hint of helplessness in her voice.

"Chi Musheng, tell me, why can't humans and demons coexist peacefully?"

Chi Musheng remained silent. No matter how he spoke, explained, or objectively evaluated, it would all be just empty rhetoric.

Prejudice in people's hearts is an insurmountable mountain; it can be trampled on, but it cannot be moved.

Like crows, which are supposed to bring good fortune and warn humans of danger, they are often seen as the source of disaster.

The air fell silent. After a long while, Tu Shan Honghong finished the wine in the jar in one gulp, her face flushed, and turned to look at Chi Musheng.

"Do you hate demons?"

You can tell from the punctuation that Tu Shan Hong Hong must have made some changes.

“Boss, the best answer is that I’m still sitting here,” Chi Musheng said softly.

However, Tu Shan Honghong, who was not sensitive to sweet words, did not understand Chi Musheng's meaning at all. Instead, she thought that Chi Musheng was just being perfunctory and did not want to answer her question.

"I want you to tell me, do you like demons, or do you hate demons!"

Tu Shan Honghong looked directly at Chi Musheng, seeking an answer from his heart.

Chi Musheng smiled and took the wine jar from Tu Shan Honghong and placed it aside. Instead of answering the question directly, he advised, "The chief drinks too much; it's bad for his health."

He was afraid that Tu Shan Hong Hong would get drunk and cause a scene, and now Tu Shan Hong Hong's condition seemed to be the prelude to a drunken outburst.

As it turned out, his guess was correct.

"Speak!"

Tu Shan Honghong suddenly grabbed Chi Musheng's collar, her emerald green eyes turning red, as if only Chi Musheng could give her the answer she wanted and calm her restless heart.

Chi Musheng looked at Tu Shan Honghong quietly and gently comforted her.

"I love demons, I've always loved them, I'll always love them, I'll love them for a lifetime."

He was already used to this state of mind; he could only go along with what Tu Shan Hong Hong wanted to hear.

Of course, these words are just for comfort; as long as they are true, at least for this moment, that's enough.

"Then why do you wear a mask and won't even let me see your face?" Tu Shan Honghong muttered to herself as she slowly released her grip, opened another jar of wine, and poured it down her throat.

From the moment they met, Chi Musheng had always worn a human skin mask, and she longed to see what Chi Musheng really looked like.

Does she realize that she is behaving very inappropriately at this moment?

Perhaps, but this is one of the few times she can be herself.

Outside, she is a powerful demon queen; in Tushan, she is the head of the demons; at home, she is an older sister who only wants to protect her younger sister.

Only when she was with Chi Musheng did she seem to have the right to be herself, and she could act like a little girl, being unreasonable and willful.

Life is no longer devoid of expectations; we look forward to bedtime stories, flute music, aromas, and the arrival of night.

A ray of light in the darkness seemed to have warmth.

"Boss, I'm ugly, I'm afraid it will affect your appetite," Chi Musheng explained palely.

He also wanted to show his true face, but Tushan was too small. So small that if he took a few extra steps, he might run into two customers at the same time, which was a taboo in his profession.

This is also what he fears most. The future will far exceed his expectations, and it absolutely cannot happen, at least not until he has earned a million.

Tu Shan Honghong, drunk, lay back and rested her head on Chi Musheng's lap, cursing all the while.

"You're a liar if you lie to me."

"In my dream, you said you wouldn't leave, so why can't I see you when I wake up?"

Tu Shan Honghong danced around excitedly, swinging her arms back and forth, as if she were a little girl venting her frustrations.

It was a stark contrast to his usual dignified demeanor; he was completely different. You'd think he had a split personality if you didn't know better.

Chi Musheng's lips twitched. "You said it was a dream, and you even called him a liar. How did he lie to you? Do you have any evidence?"

"Boss, you're drunk."

"I'm not drunk, understand? How could I, Tu Shan Hong Hong, be drunk?" Tu Shan Hong Hong stubbornly raised her fist.

“He’s not drunk. How could the Boss be drunk? The Boss is the most powerful fox in the entire Tushan,” Chi Musheng echoed helplessly, his tone like that of someone coaxing a child.

When sober, Tu Shan Hong Hong is incredibly aloof; when drunk, she resembles a miniature version of a certain infamous, silly fox.

"But being the most powerful fox is so tiring. I still miss the life when my wet nurse was here..." Tu Shan Honghong murmured, her head still rubbing against Chi Musheng's legs.

Subconsciously, these suppressed words are revealed. The outwardly aloof demeanor does not mean that there are no worries or things to say.

"These years must have been tiring, Boss," Chi Musheng gently ruffled Tu Shan Honghong's orange-yellow hair.

"Hmm~"

"Take a break when you're tired, and take a nap when you're sleepy. You've already worked very hard. Give yourself some time to relax and live for yourself," Chi Musheng gently comforted her.

He couldn't solve Tu Shan Honghong's problems, but he could help her soothe her emotions and prevent the accumulated feelings from becoming a source of pressure, making her increasingly indifferent and lonely.

Tu Shan Honghong's eyelids opened and closed, and she fell into a deep sleep as Chi Musheng whispered to her.

She could only sleep well when Chi Musheng was by her side, but she couldn't let go when she wasn't drunk. In the end, alcohol became a fig leaf, and she often wondered when she could lift it up.

"Boss, your hair feels really nice to the touch, but I wonder how your ears feel?" Chi Musheng smiled and silently withdrew his hand.

It's best to just think about it; it wouldn't be good if you actually touched it and woke it up, since the ears are a sensitive part of a fox demon, just like his.

Gazing at the bright moon in the sky, Chi Musheng let out a long sigh, wondering when he could go back and see the person most important to him.

"Hmm~"

Just as Chi Musheng was still lost in his thoughts, the drunken Tu Shan Honghong once again used him as a pillow, draping her arm over him and straddling him.

"He's never still when he sleeps, even though he's a demon who's over two hundred years old," Chi Musheng complained helplessly.

Upon hearing this, Tu Shan Honghong's ears twitched, and her brows furrowed, as if she had heard something very unpleasant.

"He's such a worry, but what can I do? I'm just a responsible working-class sycophant."

Chi Musheng gently pried open Tu Shan Honghong's arms and legs, carrying her back to the room. He walked to the bedside and slowly pried her open again. Tu Shan Honghong grabbed his groping hands from his clothes and left her on the bed.

After a series of actions, looking at Tu Shan Honghong who looked peaceful on the bed, Chi Musheng wiped his forehead and said, "She doesn't look fat at all, so why is she so heavy?"

Upon hearing this, Tu Shan Honghong's fists, hidden under her skirt, hardened. In her dream, someone actually dared to call her fat, and it was Chi Musheng, that guy.

Ah! Ah! Ah!

Just as Chi Musheng was about to leave, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine. He turned around and saw that Tu Shan Honghong had actually sat up. He exclaimed in surprise.

"It's come back to life!"

Chi Musheng shuddered, his legs feeling as if they were bound with heavy sandbags, unable to move.

Who could bear to see a disheveled woman suddenly wake up in the middle of the night, half-sitting on the bed, her red eyes staring straight at you, especially under the moonlight, the air filled with an eerie red glow.