Dvalin, I'm Here to Negotiate (Continued)

"What a reckless fool! Can you just slash through space like that? Aren't you afraid of being swept away by spatial turbulence to an even deeper place? Let's use my method instead. I can take you back safely after a while."

"I'll do whatever you say. As expected of Gui Chuzhong, you're truly amazing!"

Maria could never Guizhong the urge to be praised, so she had to become a praise-giver who wasn't good with words.

However, her eyes lit up, and her large, bright eyes Guizhong crinkled into two adorable crescent moons as she smiled, the joy almost radiating from her slits. She's usually quite shrewd, but a simple compliment from Maria makes her grin like an idiot—is this perhaps the Schrödinger's cat-like intelligence of a girl in love?

Heulia smiled habitually as she ate, treating the scene as part of her meal.

Maria, of course, wouldn't forget to treat everyone equally, and secretly took Heulia's little hand under the table, gently kneading it.

Heulia's smile remained unchanged, but a blush appeared on her face.

"Your Majesty, this fish is very fresh..."

Heulia intended to put the food into Maria's bowl, but then she saw Maria turn her head and open her mouth to her.

Heulia didn't think much of it and, as usual, naturally put the food into Maria's mouth.

Maria took the chopsticks Heulia offered her, licked them, and felt a pang of regret. The ingredients Guizhong brought, along with Heulia's cooking, were top-notch, making it truly delicious. It was a pity there were four other people around; otherwise, they could have used an even more delicious feeding method.

Heulia sensed what her king was thinking and immediately recalled some steamy poses the three of them had shared. Her face burned with embarrassment. She lowered her head and ate her rice, avoiding looking at the people at the table like a frightened animal.

Guizhong Heulia's reaction, Gui's eyes lit up, and he decisively joined in the feeding activity.

"Maria, this is delicious too! Open your mouth, ah~~"

"Ah."

With both wives already eating, Maria couldn't let them suffer, so after they finished, she picked up the chopsticks and fed them instead.

Ah~~

Chopsticks moved back and forth among the three people, one after another, and a faint citrus scent permeated the air.

At the cozy dining table, the four Yaksha suddenly seemed to become a vulnerable minority, silently shoveling their rice, not daring to disturb them—actually, the simple-minded Fushé wanted to say something, but was simultaneously kicked hard in the shinbone by Yingda and Fanan, and then fell silent behind his mask of pain.

Even though it was only the beginning of the meal, the demons were already quite full, which was a real dilemma for Yaksha.