Fu Zi suddenly got up, and Shen Jianxi quickly lowered her head, pretending to be shy.
He seemed to realize something was not quite right.
The series of events today had made him extremely uncomfortable.
To avoid being discovered, he could only turn around and put on his clothes.
Taking this opportunity, Shen Jianxi bent down and put the clean clothes into her storage ring. When he turned back, she had resumed her former appearance.
"Let's go." Fu Zi walked to her side, his tone revealing no trace of abnormality, only he knew how nervous he was.
His hand at his side instinctively wanted to clench, but just as he was about to grasp it, he remembered it would be undignified and stiffened his fingers, spreading them out.
Walking beside her, a faint fragrance constantly wafted towards him, making Fu Zi feel restless.
He looked at the sky, the ground, anywhere but at her side.
Shen Jianxi noticed his ears, which were red enough to bleed, and chuckled inwardly, while still feigning shyness on her face.
There was a small stone on the ground, and she accidentally tripped, stumbling forward a few steps.
Fu Zi wanted to reach out and help her, but by the time he extended his hand, she had already steadied herself, so he retracted his hand with a sigh.
However, although she was steady, her outer robe had slipped, revealing a snow-white shoulder. Just then, a patrol of demons passed by. Fu Zi quickly pulled her into his arms and covered her with his cloak.
At the same time, the patrol also saw them and were about to salute. Fu Zi waved them away impatiently and told them to leave.
Shen Jianxi remained still in his arms until they were gone, and then she slowly withdrew.
"Fu, Fu Zi, can you help me pull up my clothes?"
He then noticed that she had, at some point, caught two or three fireflies, occupying both her hands.
This was Fu Zi's first time doing something like this, and sweat dripped down his cheek from nervousness. He turned his face away, his hand trembling imperceptibly, and quickly pulled back the slipping garment from her shoulder.
After finishing, he let out a long breath. But as he turned his face, he suddenly met her pure, clear eyes, her brows curved in a smile.
As if bewitched, Fu Zi lowered his head and kissed her lips.
As if caught off guard, Shen Jianxi's eyes widened.
Two seconds later, she reacted and shoved the man who was closing his eyes and concentrating in front of her away.
"Fu Zi! You, how, how could you do this?"
Fu Zi hadn't recovered from the sweetness he had just experienced. When questioned, he instinctively licked his lips, looking as if he were savoring it. Coupled with his seductive appearance, it was full of a certain allure.
"What did I do?"
The Demon Lord didn't feel he had done anything wrong.
In fact, he wanted to continue.
"You, you, you..."
She was so angry that her chest heaved uncontrollably, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears, glaring at him with a mixture of grievance and shame.
The little one thought her expression was very potent, but it was more like a silent invitation.
Fu Zi's gaze deepened, his throat bobbed, and with a long arm, he pulled her back.
He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Little one, shall we do it again?"
"No, Kou wu..."
Before she could finish, her lips were sealed again.
A question can sometimes imply more than just a query.
"Fu, Kou wu, Zi, Kou wu, there are, people..."
She struggled with all her might, only managing to turn her face slightly.
Fu Zi's kiss shifted to the corner of her lips, his voice hoarse and undeniably forceful, "Be good, they wouldn't dare to watch."
It was just another patrol of demons. They naturally wouldn't dare to interrupt the Demon Lord's pleasure and quickly turned away from a distance.
But even so, it made the young girl nervously grip the front of the man's clothes.
From afar, a petite maiden was held and kissed by the Demon Lord, her only recourse to cling to him weakly.
After an unknown amount of time, Fu Zi finally deigned to release her.
Shen Jianxi gasped for air, her eyes red.
"You scoundrel!"
Even her scolding sounded soft and sweet now.
Having tasted sweetness, Fu Zi was quite satisfied. Hearing her playful reprimand, he chuckled softly and suddenly picked her up.
The sensation of weightlessness made Shen Jianxi cry out instinctively.
It was met with his hearty laughter.
"At the end of this month, I will marry you."
"I don't want to!" Shen Jianxi refused without a second thought.
Unexpectedly, she refused. Fu Zi stopped laughing, put her back on the ground, and asked with a frown, "Why don't you want to?"
The identity of Demon Lord was something so many people desired, and she actually refused.
Suddenly remembering something, Fu Zi looked at her expressionlessly. "Is it because of that Cheng Wen Yu? Or Qiu Tao? Or that mute Lin Xing Lan?"
Shen Jianxi gave him an annoyed look. "What mute? Brother Xing Lan is not a mute at all."
"It's not because of anyone." She was truly afraid that Fu Zi would kill people at the slightest disagreement.
"Then why..."
"It's just that I don't want to."
After speaking, Shen Jianxi adjusted her loose outer robe and turned to walk forward.
"Xi Xi, you kissed Fu Zi today. What if he doesn't let you interact with other potential partners?"
77 was worried. Fu Zi was notoriously moody and possessive, and he was perfectly capable of doing such things.
"So tonight, I must firmly reject him, to let him know that even though we kissed, it doesn't mean anything. We have no relationship."
Watching her walk further away, Fu Zi strode forward and grabbed her wrist.
"I'll ask you one more time, do you truly not want to marry me?"
Since she wanted him to understand, Shen Jianxi naturally had to appear firm. She steadied herself, met his deep eyes, took a deep breath, and with a look that was somewhat timid but very serious, she said:
"No! Want!"
Fu Zi looked at her expressionlessly, his mind elsewhere. After a long pause, he sneered, "Good."
With that, he turned and walked away, leaving her alone.
Fu Zi's pride wouldn't allow him to ask a third time.
You don't want to, fine!
There are plenty of people who do, she's just one woman, he wasn't that desperate.
Even though he thought this, he unconsciously slowed his pace, as if waiting for something.
His retreating figure exuded visible anger. Shen Jianxi knew she could appease him with a few words, but she didn't want to.
If she appeased him now, her previous firmness would have been a joke.
She wouldn't do something that made her look foolish.
No longer looking at him, she turned and walked in the opposite direction.
Fu Zi heard the sound of her footsteps growing farther away and couldn't help but look back.
But when he saw that she not only hadn't followed but was leaving without the slightest hesitation, his anger surged. He flicked his sleeves and turned away in a huff, leaving the place.
His footsteps were heavy, as if to make a point for someone to hear.