Chapter 423: Shut Up, Beautiful, Open Up, Pervert
The next day, bright and early.
To avoid arousing Long Huan’s suspicion, Young Master Sang had to sneak out before dawn and return to the new house he and Long Huan were supposedly renting.
Carefully pushing open the bedroom door, he breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Long Huan peacefully asleep in her bed.
He didn’t rush to wake her but instead quietly sat on the edge of the bed, admiring the serene face of the Little Princess.
Long Huan had a small face, almost the size of Young Master Sang’s palm. Her skin was soft and delicate like a child’s, with a few strands of hair cascading over her little dragon horn, her cherry lips slightly parted.
Her sleeping position could only be described as average; the blanket was a tangled mess, her petite body curled up inside, with two smooth little feet sticking out from under the covers.
Suddenly, Young Master Sang realized.
As long as she didn’t open her mouth, this Little Princess was quite cute.
In fact, he didn’t mind her calling him Zhe Er. Setting aside all those outrageous plots, there was a genuine motherly warmth when Long Huan affectionately tousled his hair and sweetly called him Zhe Er.
Too bad.
To the demon clan, outsiders were always the enemy.
Without hypnosis or Stockholm syndrome, the normally-minded Little Princess would likely consider him a despicable foe.
After a light sigh, just as Young Master Sang was about to get up and leave, he was startled by a sleepy mumble from behind him.
“Hmm… Zhe Er?”
Turning around, he found Long Huan rubbing her eyes, sitting up with a dazed expression.
Once she recognized him, a smile slowly spread across her face: “Good morning, Zhe Er.”
“Did you come back really late last night? Did you get enough sleep? If not, how about you take a day off from school and rest at home?”
“It’s fine, Mom.” Young Master Sang awkwardly chuckled, “I slept quite well. Speaking of which…”
“Don’t you think you should… put on some clothes before sitting up?”
Only then did Long Huan look down and realize her smooth, bare chest was accidentally exposed above the covers.
“Hmm, Zhe Er, you’re such a little pervert.”
Her cheeks reddened slightly, but she didn’t seem mad; instead, she shot him a playful glare.
“What? At such a big age, are you still staring at your mother’s chest? Do you want to beg for milk like a baby?”
“Whoa, this seems like a problem.” She tilted her head in mock concern, “Mom’s already old; there’s no milk anymore…”
“…Please stop with the imaginative thinking. If you keep this up, this book might just disappear.”
Young Master Sang facepalmed in despair.
Sure enough, once she started talking,
the Little Princess’s entire adorable image was blown to bits.
Such perverted dialogue, akin to the main character in a script, was a bit too explosive for him.
Long Huan, however, didn’t feel embarrassed at all, as if it was completely normal to see bodies between family members.
She didn’t even shy away from him, jumping up to change her clothes, forcing Young Master Sang to awkwardly turn away, his face flushed.
After some rustling, suddenly, a soft, fragrant little body leaped onto his back, wrapping her arms around him.
“I finally get to see Zhe Er again~ I missed you so much yesterday!”
“For breakfast, what do you want? Mom will go make it for you.”
…You’ll just make it; whether I get to eat is totally up to fate, right?
Suppressing his urge to snark, Young Master Sang smiled awkwardly, “No need, I’ve already prepared breakfast.”
“After eating, I’ll head to school, so you can just stay home, okay?”
“Eh… But Mom just got to see you.”
Long Huan’s eyes filled with reluctant sadness, and her mournful gaze made Young Master Sang’s heart soften as he had to comfort her:
“It’s okay, I’ll be back tonight.”
“Well then, Mom wants Zhe Er to carry her to the dining table.”
“…Okay, okay. Just do whatever you say, Mom.”
“Heehee.” Long Huan giggled as she happily settled on Young Master Sang’s back, her dragon tail gently swaying behind her.
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Breakfast passed in a calm, ordinary manner.
After bidding farewell to Long Huan, Young Master Sang left the yard once more.
Before leaving, he sent a message to Yan Rouwan via the communication device, instructing her to keep an eye on the Little Princess and not let her run around.
Yan Rouwan replied reassuringly.
The entire village was filled with demon cultivators.
Even if the Little Princess wanted to run away, there was nowhere for her to escape.
After Young Master Sang left, a hint of melancholy flashed in Long Huan’s eyes, which slowly drooped.
“…Sigh.”
“She’s gone again.”
“The time I get to see Zhe Er is getting less and less each day.” She lifted her cheek thoughtfully, sighing deeply.
“Yet another day without Zhe Er. How am I supposed to pass the time?”
She suddenly recalled her conversation with Bai Ming the day before.
“Ah!”
“That girl mentioned that boys really like it when their moms wear low-cut shirts and backless sweaters.”
“Since I have nothing to do, why not check out the tailor shop at the edge of the village and see if I can get a few of those made?”
“That way, when Zhe Er comes back after a long day of studying, he’ll see his pretty and eye-catching mom in nice clothes, and all his fatigue will just wash away.”
Imagining Zhe Er’s surprised and excited eyes upon returning home made Long Huan’s cheeks burn.
Heehee. Let’s do that.
With this thought in mind, she hummed a little tune and left the yard, heading toward the village.
…
The moment she stepped out of the courtyard,
hidden in her own room, Yan Rouwan immediately took out the communication device and whispered:
“Attention, everyone!”
“The target has left her residence and is heading to the village.”
“Everyone, start acting!”
Quickly, a series of “Received” replies came back from the communication device.
Humming her tune, Long Huan walked step by step along the stone path in the village.
Along the way, she saw several farmers tilling the fields, a woodcutter chopping wood at his door, village women washing clothes by the river, and a few children chasing each other around.
Occasionally, some warm-hearted farmers passing by would greet her with a smile: “You just moved in?”
“Yeah, I’m new here with Zhe Er. If there’s anything, I hope big brother can help.”
“Haha, no problem, our house is over there. If you need anything, just knock on the door!”
The village was filled with rising smoke from cooking, a scene of peace.
Long Huan felt that this place was tranquil and harmonious, free from strife—quite a nice and clean area. So she didn’t notice anything unusual.
However, occasionally, she couldn’t help but feel a strange unease.
It felt as though there were eyes watching her silently from behind.
…Weird.
Could it be that a bad person is following me? Long Huan thought to herself.
When Zhe Er isn’t around, I must protect myself well. I can’t let anything happen that would make Zhe Er worry.
So, she took a few steps, turned back to glance around, keeping a vigilant watch on her surroundings.
After several turns that yielded no results with nothing out of the ordinary to see, Long Huan could only mumble, “Maybe I didn’t sleep well last night and am overthinking,” before briskly walking toward the tailor shop hanging with a sign.
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