Chapter 12
"Huh? How did I end up on the blue square?" Mo Xiaoxin sighed in frustration. What was wrong with God today? Was He working against her?
Mo Xiaoxin had no choice but to say, "I'll play Truth or Dare." She dared not choose dare, so she said, "I'll play Truth or Dare."
Leng Huai looked into Mo Xiaoxin's eyes: "Do you dare to swear? Are you telling the truth?"
"I swear I'm telling the truth, or may I die a horrible death." Mo Xiaoxin raised three fingers and swore to the heavens.
She never died a good death.
Leng Huai asked seriously, "What is your purpose in coming to the Demon Realm?"
"For you." Mo Xiaoxin blurted out.
She wasn't making things up; both the original owner of this body and she herself stayed in the Demon Realm for Leng Huai's sake.
"Then why do you know how to make salt?" This was something Leng Huai had always wondered about.
Mo Xiaoxin raised an eyebrow: "That's a different issue."
Leng Huai was embarrassed, and Mo Xiaoxin couldn't help but find his expression amusing.
Leng Huai had no choice but to put aside his doubts for the time being, and the two continued playing the game.
This time, it was Leng Huai's turn to walk onto Mo Xiaoxin's red checkered pattern.
Mo Xiaoxin was excited. Ten minutes had long passed, and she couldn't wait for him to kill her.
Leng Huai: "Let's take a big risk."
That's great. She knew Leng Huai wouldn't choose the truth. With Leng Huai's arrogant personality, how could he let others explore his inner world?
Everything is under her control.
She said, "Would you dare put your cloak on me? I'm a little cold."
She learned from Mu Xiaoxiao that Leng Huai disliked anyone touching his things the most; in short, he was a germaphobe, to the point of being somewhat insane. Once, a maid who was tending flowers accidentally spilled soil on his clothes, and he immediately burned them, which terrified the maid.
Leng Huai slowly walked towards her.
The atmosphere inside the room was unusually quiet.
She felt both anticipation and fear. She comforted herself, telling herself it was just a little pain, and then she thought about the villa and the money.
She waited for Leng Huai to get angry and lose his temper, but to her surprise, Leng Huai did not refuse. Instead, he kept his word, gently took off his cloak, walked to Mo Xiaoxin's side, and draped the cloak over Mo Xiaoxin's shoulders.
His warmth still lingered on the cloak, a mature scent unique to men spreading from the collar to the tip of her nose.
This scene was very intimate, like a daily act of care between a married couple, which made her blush.
"Aren't you cold?" Mo Xiaoxin tried to hide her embarrassment.
Leng Huai looked down at her wrapped in his black cloak, the wide robe reaching her ankles. He suddenly remembered the warmth of her neck skin that his fingertips had touched when he put the clothes on her earlier, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.
A blush of embarrassment spread across his face, making his cheeks burn. He forced himself to calm down, and his voice sounded a little strange: "I'm not cold. You can give it back to me if you don't like it."
As he spoke, Leng Huai reached out his hand.
Mo Xiaoxin quickly grabbed a corner of the cloak, turned to the side and pushed his hand away, grumbling in dissatisfaction, "How can I take it back after giving it to you?"
Leng Huai turned around and went back to his seat.
Mo Xiaoxin touched her clothes, feeling somewhat annoyed.
She miscalculated and failed to get him to kill her.
The wind howled past the window, and the temperature inside the room dropped a few degrees.
It's quite chilly at night, actually. She glanced at Leng Huai, who didn't seem to feel the chill at all.
She pouted, not caring whether he was cold or not, she was determined to wear this outfit tonight.
Her eyes fell on the cloak, trying to change the subject: "This cloak is quite unique, it must have cost a lot of money, right?"
“It was custom-made by the best tailor in the Demon Realm.” Leng Huai looked at the chessboard, pondering his next move.
Mo Xiaoxin picked up the teacup on the table, wanting to drink some water, but when she looked down at the cup, she realized that she had already finished drinking the water.
She spent a lot of time explaining the game rules.
Mo Xiaoxin licked her lips: "I'm a little thirsty, let the servants bring in some water first."
Leng Huai whistled, and a man walked in from outside.
It's Qiao Yun.
The speed at which it appeared was something Mo Xiaoxin hadn't expected.
She was startled. Could it be that Qiao Yun had been lying in wait outside all along?
As soon as Qiao Yun entered, he noticed the cloak draped over Mo Xiaoxin's shoulders. He was taken aback. Wasn't that their lord's robe? Why was it on her?
It's quite cold today; it's snowing lightly outside.
He then realized, yes, today is a great day for the master, and this woman will be considered his half-master from now on.
Although he didn't understand why the woman, whom Ziyu had been observing just moments before, was now being married off by the Lord.
However, they had no say in their master's intentions, nor did they dare to.
I never expected that the Demon Lord, who was always cold and ruthless, would have such a tender side after getting married.
Seeing Qiao Yun standing there, staring blankly at Mo Xiaoxin's cloak, Leng Huai instantly understood and felt somewhat embarrassed, unsure how to explain.
He said they were playing a game, and he lost?
How could he admit defeat in front of his subordinates? No way!
Did the woman steal his clothes because she was cold? That doesn't make sense either…
He had never done anything like dressing a woman in his clothes before, and now that an outsider had seen it, he felt a little embarrassed.
Leng Huai was getting more and more stuck in a dead end, and said unhappily, "Qiao Yun, go and get some water."
Qiao Yun sensed something was wrong with his master's tone and knew something was amiss. He naturally assumed that his master was angry because he, a grown man, was staring at her, and that she must be jealous.
He sighed and regretted in his heart. This was the Lord's newlywed Demon Queen. How could he have kept staring at her? The fact that the Lord hadn't punished him was already a great act of mercy.
He didn't dare look any longer and took the water bottle outside.
The two were left in silence in the room.
Seeing Leng Huai calmly and powerfully handling his son, Mo Xiaoxin couldn't help but find it amusing; this man could be quite adorable at times.
Leng Huai looked at the chessboard, but in his heart he was wondering why Qiao Yun had not returned yet.
“Um, how about I return the cloak to you…” Mo Xiaoxin broke the silence.
"No need." He was a man of his word, and since they were still in the game, what harm was there in letting her wear it for a while?
When Qiao Yun entered the house, he could feel the awkward atmosphere.
After placing the kettle on the table, Qiao Yun hurriedly left this place of trouble.
Mo Xiaoxin filled both glasses: "Weren't you thirsty just now?"
"Mmm." Leng Huai took the water and drank it all in one gulp.
Mo Xiaoxin had just taken a sip when the water glass "accidentally" slipped from her hand, and both the tea and the glass fell onto her black cloak.
"Oh dear, I'm so sorry." Mo Xiaoxin pretended to be very guilty and careless, and took out a tissue to wipe away the water stains.
The tea wasn't very noticeable on the cloak, but Mo Xiaoxin felt it wasn't enough, so she knocked over a bowl of vinegar on the table not far away.
In an instant, the sour smell of vinegar filled the room.
Leng Huai frowned instantly, staring intently at the area stained with tea and vinegar, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
"Mo! Qiu! Xin!" Leng Huai gritted his teeth and shouted Mo Xiaoxin's name through his mouth.
Leng Huai's eyes, which had been calm and inky just moments before, now burned with two clusters of violent flames. Veins bulged on his neck. His brows furrowed into sharp, inverted blades, and his chest heaved with each heavy breath, transforming him into a ferocious beast about to break free.
Mo Xiaoxin felt a chill rise up from her back; she was all too familiar with this feeling.
This was a premonition that Leng Huai was about to kill someone.
I definitely hit her sore spot!
Mo Xiaoxin reversed the Heavenly Gang, a smile appearing on his lips: "Hehehe."
Before she could finish laughing, her neck and head had already separated.
When she returned to the space, she recalled Leng Huai's actions just now, which seemed to be a small curved knife being flicked out from his sleeve.
This man really carries hidden weapons all the time.
[System notification: You have received a reward of 1 million yuan and a spatula. 995 attempts remaining.]
Mo Xiaoxin was confused. She could understand that Ludo could be used to play, but what was the spatula for?
Who cares, as long as I have money, the props are just a bonus.
Press the revive button.
Mo Xiaoxin returned to the moment before she played the board game.
At this moment, she had already told Leng Huai some of the rules of the game.
This time, the time has been increased by 5 minutes.
In other words, she had to stall Leng Huai for 15 minutes before he could kill her again.
Mo Xiaoxin wanted to replicate the method from last time.
Unexpectedly, Leng Huai said, "There are still some rules of the game that you haven't told me, right?"
Mo Xiaoxin paused just as she was about to throw the dice, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes.
How did he know?
Could it be that he has mind-reading abilities?
"How could a game have only such simple rules?" Leng Huai seemed to see through Mo Xiaoxin's inner thoughts.
Just as he guessed, this woman had been determined to get what she wanted from the very beginning. He had only asked her a few questions, and she had already given herself away; she was so stupid to try and take advantage of him.
Mo Xiaoxin: "Oh, I suddenly remembered, yes, there are some scattered rules."
Mo Xiaoxin chuckled, pretending to have suddenly remembered.
Leng Huai watched Mo Xiaoxin's clumsy performance quietly without exposing her.
Leng Huai was incredibly lucky this time, scoring 6 points several times in a row.
Mo Xiaoxin looked up to the sky and roared, "God, why are you still so cruel to me even if it happens again?"
Seeing that Leng Huai had already completed a full circle of moves while she had only just begun, and that he had even perfectly skipped over the red squares, she didn't even have a chance to play Truth or Dare.
Why is she still so unlucky, even on the second try? God, are you blind? Why does all the good luck go to him?
Mo Xiaoxin was very indignant and wanted to vent all her grievances.
Just then, Leng Huai finally walked into her red checkered square.
"I choose dare," Leng Huai said without hesitation, his eyes flashing with eager anticipation.
A sly smile crept across Mo Xiaoxin's lips as she plotted how to properly punish the somewhat arrogant man before her.
Her eyes darted around, and she said crisply, "Bark like a dog ten times."
These brief words, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly shattered the tranquility of the room. In an instant, the entire room fell into a deathly silence, as if the air itself had frozen.
Leng Huai's expression instantly became extremely complicated.
Mo Xiaoxin looked at him smugly: "The dignified Demon Lord is a man of his word, surely you wouldn't be unwilling to keep your promise, would you?"
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