For some reason, Feng Ying felt that he had smelled this scent before.
"Lord Lian?" Mu Tiantian felt uneasy under her gaze and moved further away, propping herself up. "What do you want to say to me?"
"Why are you here?" Feng Ying suppressed the urge to take her away and asked, "How did you meet Feng Lin, and what did you do?"
Hearing her question, Mu Tiantian became wary. "Palace Master Lian, didn't you say you didn't care about these things?"
When they first met, Lian'er thought she was just a spirit that had been cultivated by a blood demon ginseng, and she had a little respect for her because it was very difficult for a blood demon ginseng, as a spiritual medicine, to become a spirit.
However, Lian'er valued the hierarchy in the Demon King's Palace. Even though Blood Ginseng Essence was rare, it was not powerful or noble. In her eyes, Feng Lin was the lord of the Demon Realm, and no one was allowed to disrespect him, let alone order him around or give him orders.
So when she discovered that Mu Tiantian's attitude towards Feng Lin lacked the respect a minor demon should have for a lord of the demon realm, she became very angry, which is why she disliked Mu Tiantian so much.
In particular, Feng Lin actually made her, a palace master, serve a blood ginseng spirit, which made her even more uncomfortable. But even so, she still strictly followed orders, did her job well, and took meticulous care of Mu Tiantian.
Lian'er could guess that her relationship with Feng Lin was unusual, but she wasn't curious about what had happened between them and had never asked.
Not only did Lian'er not ask, but none of the demon guards and maids who took care of her asked either.
However, Lian'er is acting very strangely now, which is quite unusual.
"Why are you suddenly asking about this?" Mu Tiantian looked her over carefully. "Lord Lian, you're acting a little strange today."
Mu Tiantian looked directly into her eyes, her usual coldness and indifference replaced by an unfathomable anger.
Feng Ying remained silent for a while, then smiled and explained, "I was very worried about you while you were missing these past few days, so I asked."
"You actually said you were worried about me? Are you really the Lotus Palace Master?" Mu Tiantian couldn't help but ask. "And you actually smiled at me. I've never seen you smile since I entered the Demon King's Palace."
Just as Feng Ying was thinking of an excuse, a voice suddenly came from behind him, "Lord Lian, are you ignoring what I said?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a white light shot toward Feng Ying. He reacted quickly and dodged it.
"Lord Evil Lord." Feng Ying suppressed his temper and bowed respectfully upon seeing the newcomer, not wanting to reveal any flaws. "This subordinate was only concerned about Miss Lin. I hope Lord Evil Lord will forgive me."
Feng Lin's eyes, hidden beneath the white cloth, flashed with a sharp light. "This is none of your business. Go."
Feng Ying glanced at Mu Tiantian, thinking to himself that if she knew his identity, she probably wouldn't want to go with him.
He needs to figure out what exactly her relationship with Feng Lin is.
"Yes, Your subordinate obeys." Feng Ying left without saying anything more.
Watching Lian'er's departing figure, Mu Tiantian tugged at Feng Lin's sleeve and asked curiously, "Princess Lian seems a bit off. What's wrong with her?"
"It's nothing." Feng Lin held her hand, lowered his head and kissed the back of her hand, gently reminding her, "Don't let her get so close to you in the future."
"Okay," Mu Tiantian agreed, though she also found Lian'er a bit strange.
"Haven't you eaten yet?" Feng Lin sat on the edge of the bed, picked up the bowl of porridge, and fed her by hand.
Mu Tiantian obediently took a sip, but her eyes never left his white towel.
The black lines on his face had disappeared, and his hair had turned white again.
She was really curious.
Feng Lin asked softly, "Don't you like me with my eyes covered?"
"No, not exactly." Mu Tiantian was curious, but she didn't dare to ask.
Every time she asked him a question, he would immediately throw out a question she couldn't answer, making him really hard to fool.
Feng Lin asked, "Don't you want to know why my eyes are like this?"
Yes, of course I want to.
But she knew that getting his answer would come at a price.
"You can tell me when you want," Mu Tiantian quickly changed the subject. "By the way, didn't you say you were going to meet two people? Why are you back so soon?"
"He's not someone important. See you later. I came back because I was afraid you... wouldn't even have the strength to eat." Feng Lin's voice softened.
Mu Tiantian's ears turned red, and she reached out to take the bowl of porridge, as if to prove herself, "I can drink it myself."
Feng Lin chuckled softly upon seeing this, his hand still gripping the bowl, as he leaned closer and whispered, "Looks like you do have some strength, does that mean we can still...?"
"I'm so tired, I can't carry it." Mu Tiantian immediately interrupted him, smiling as she said, "You feed me instead."
Feng Lin's lips curved into a wider smile, and his heterochromatic eyes beneath the white towel were full of laughter as he continued to feed her porridge spoonful by spoonful until the bowl was empty.
He put the bowl aside, staring at the white porridge on Mu Tiantian's red lips, and whispered, "She's getting some..."
Upon hearing the sound, Mu Tiantian wiped her mouth, but there was nothing there.
Just as she was about to wipe the other corner of her mouth, Feng Lin grabbed her wrist.
Suddenly, he leaned closer, lightly licked it, and then put the porridge grains that had gotten on his mouth.
"You...you could have just told me, there's no need to go to all this..." Before Mu Tiantian could finish speaking, her lips covered a soft spot.
Mu Tiantian's eyes widened.
They won't come back again, will they?!
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