Chapter 416: The Things That Drive Men Crazy
After dinner, the first thing Young Master Sang did was dive into the bathroom.
He then set up seals, locking the door and the surroundings tight, ensuring that not even a fly could get in.
Once he was sure everything was foolproof, he finally relaxed, removed his clothes, and comfortably sank into the bathtub.
“Ah… finally a bit of time that belongs to me.”
After spending half a day gathering info in the Demon Clan and then dealing with the crazy loli Long Huan, he was completely worn out, both physically and mentally.
This post-dinner bath time was truly his own.
Just like a middle-aged man parking his car after work.
“Ugh, I’m so tired.”
“Really? Did you have another exhausting day, Zhe Er?”
“Yeah, I’m totally beat. When I’m not at work, I’m bored to death, but when I need to put in overtime, I’m so worn out…”
But before he could finish his sentence, Young Master Sang suddenly tensed up.
Out of nowhere, Long Huan had appeared right next to him, with her body submerged in the water, leaving only her little hair-tied head visible.
Droplets of water trickled down her neck and cheek, slowly falling onto her tempting collarbone, so smooth and white it made one want to nibble on it.
“You… how did you get in here?” Young Master Sang double-checked, ensuring his seal was still intact.
“Hmm?”
Long Huan tilted her head in slight confusion and giggled, “Oh dear, Zhe Er must really be exhausted.”
“Clearly, Mom personally added the hot water, yet you’re curious when she came in.”
In that moment, Young Master Sang had a strange feeling.
Could it be that Long Huan had been playing innocent all along?
She wasn’t really an inexperienced little princess.
But a top-tier cultivator rivaling Li Shanyan.
Otherwise, how could her casual cooking be so toxic that it required the Original Immortal to recover?
And why, sitting in the bathtub, had he not sensed her presence at all?
It couldn’t just be sheer talent, could it?
“Whatever.”
“I’m leaving now.” Young Master Sang shot up, intending to leave.
But the moment he stood up, his naked body was exposed to Long Huan.
“…Wow.”
Long Huan’s eyes were glued to Young Master Sang’s body, unable to tear her gaze away.
It seemed what she saw shocked her, and she gently covered her mouth, her pretty face flushing with shyness and delight.
“Oh dear. Zhe Er has grown into a ‘big’ young man~”
Instantly, Young Master Sang plopped back into the bathtub.
He thought he had thick skin enough.
Who knew he would blush out of nowhere?
For some reason, being in front of Long Huan brought about a strange sense of shame.
Could it be… did he really see her as a mother figure?
Both of them were now at a comfortable distance, with Young Master Sang silently soaking in the bath, while Long Huan’s gentle gaze roamed over him.
“Sigh, it’s tough for you too, Zhe Er.”
Long Huan cupped her cheek, sighing with a touch of sympathy, “It must be hard outside; you’ve probably faced a lot of unfairness and exhaustion, and no one to confide in, right?”
“It’s okay~”
She slowly extended her hands towards Young Master Sang, a soft smile flickering on her face, “Come here, you can be spoiled in mom’s arms~”
…Not a chance.
Young Master Sang would never fall for such a childlike manipulation.
Even if she was acting like a gentle and caring mother, he still knew her soul was that of the spoiled dragon princess.
I, Young Master Sang, the notorious master of the Punishment Department, absolutely would not be fooled by such poor acting—
Before he could finish swearing in his heart, he suddenly found himself in Long Huan’s embrace, nestled against her.
Young Master Sang: “?”
How did it become so natural to be hugged?
Why did he not feel any resistance at all?
How did she do that? Was she really some hidden master with mind control or advanced spells?
Even though Long Huan’s figure could only be described as juvenile and underdeveloped,
Just that slight softness was enough to make Young Master Sang’s blood boil.
As he thought about struggling, he realized Long Huan was holding him quite tightly.
As she gently stroked his head, her voice softly murmured:
“Good~ Good~”
“Mom’s dear Zhe Er.”
“You’ve worked so hard today~ You don’t have to put so much pressure on yourself; just rest in mom’s arms for a bit.”
Her words carried an almost magical quality.
Young Master Sang felt his resistance slowly fading away.
In the end, he instinctively surrendered to Long Huan’s gentle touch.
He soaked in her gentle encouragement and warm, affectionate embrace.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to push yourself so hard.”
Long Huan slightly closed her eyes, her soft little hands tenderly smoothing down his hair, like calming a restless animal.
“Mom knows you’ve worked very hard.”
“Mom believes all your efforts will pay off.”
“But sometimes, it’s okay not to live up to others’ expectations.”
“For yourself, and so that you don’t make mom sad, please rest well. You can allow yourself some time to be spoiled.”
“No matter how big you grow, be it a scruffy uncle or a white-haired grandpa,”
“In mom’s arms, it will always be a place where you can act like a little kid.”
It was like a lullaby.
Young Master Sang didn’t know why, but all his fatigue seemed to wash over him at once.
He suddenly felt exhausted and found himself unable to keep his eyes open.
He wanted nothing more than to fall into a deep sleep, until the end of the world.
He barely even remembered Long Huan’s identity, forgetting this poor role-playing game altogether.
All he could feel was that it was truly his mother gently stroking him.
Mother. Mama. Mommy.
In a daze, Young Master Sang seemed to see a woman with wavy hair cascading down, her face hidden behind bright light.
“Mom…”
He unconsciously whispered.
Am I finally…
Going to see you again?
——
——
Time passed, though he didn’t know how long.
Looking at the peaceful Young Master Sang in her arms, Long Huan’s face was filled with a kind and happy smile.
“He’s so tired he fell asleep.”
“Mom’s good child, you must be worn out lately.”
With some effort, she slowly lifted Young Master Sang out of the bathtub, gently draping a bathrobe over him.
But while changing his bathrobe, Long Huan’s gaze would unintentionally flicker over Young Master Sang’s form.
The more she looked, the more her face turned crimson with shyness. The more shy she got, the harder it was to look away.
“Honestly. Zhe Er is growing up so fast; it’s making mom a little unaccustomed.”
“He used to be so cute when he was little—eh?”
Long Huan blinked.
What did Zhe Er look like when he was little…?
…
…Forget it.
Mom is getting old, huh? She’s been getting forgetful lately.
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