A Little Short

Yan was just about to open her mouth and admit defeat when Ximen Lang quietly added,

"Silence."

Then Yan was engulfed by Golden Light.

"Bastard! Scumbag!"

Ximen Lang ignored the resentful little angel before him, covered his ears, and turned his head away.

Yan stubbornly ran around to the other side.

"Bastard! Scumbag!"

She was unbelievably persistent.

"Wife, this woman is pestering me. Aren't you going to do something?"

Leng was also somewhat helpless. Ximen Lang had indeed gone a little too far just now.

There was no need to mention the Glint Fruit. It was his ability, and no one could say anything about that.

But she had already been planning to admit defeat, and he had still said "Silence," forcibly interrupting her admission.

That was going too far.

Fortunately, Ximen Lang had only just eaten the Glint Fruit, so the weapons he condensed were not yet particularly sturdy.

Even so, they had caused Yan no small amount of trouble.

Even Leng herself felt her scalp prickle whenever she imagined all those weapons hanging above her head and shooting toward her at a terrifying speed of light.

Leng glared fiercely at Ximen Lang, the meaning clear.

You caused this mess yourself. Deal with it yourself.

Ximen Lang had no choice. He pressed down on Yan's shoulders and pushed her away.

"What exactly do you want?"

"I want one too!" Yan pointed at Leng and complained.

"You want to be my wife too?! That doesn't seem right. I already have Leng. Is this appropriate?"

Ximen Lang was clearly somewhat tempted. Leng was nearly angered to death by him, and she said with a dark expression,

"What do you think?"

Ximen Lang shrugged regretfully.

"You saw it yourself. She doesn't agree."

Yan was practically driven mad by him.

"What are you thinking? I was talking about a Devil Fruit, a Devil Fruit!"

At this point, Yan's eyes spun mischievously, and her manner suddenly changed.

"Of course, it wouldn't be impossible for me to become your wife, either. But I'm going to be the main wife! She can be the junior wife!"

"You little minx! You really have some nerve!"

Seeing the two women competing for his favor, Ximen Lang became carried away.

He wrapped both of them in his arms and said indifferently,

"What's the difference between main and junior? You're all the same. You're both my wings."

And then there was no then.

Night fell.

Ximen Lang stood outside the palace with a bitter expression, knocking on the palace door.

"Wife, I was wrong! I really know I was wrong! Open the door, please open the door!"

Upstairs, the culprit, Angel Yan, watched Leng sulk with a smug smile.

"What are you looking at!"

Yan remained unmoved.

"I'm hungry."

"You really think you're the main wife now! I'm telling you, impossible! Unless I die—bah! Even if I die, I'll take him with me!"

"What are you even talking about? I was only teasing him. Couldn't you tell?"

Indeed, Yan had only been teasing Ximen Lang.

He actually dared to imagine marrying two angels at once!

Most importantly, he had actually dared to believe it!

Leng naturally knew that Yan had only been teasing him, but it was not a funny joke, especially after the dream she had.

Still, after hearing Yan say that, Leng's expression softened somewhat. Even so, she added,

"The junior wife isn't allowed either!"

Yan waved her hand indifferently.

"Fine, fine, whatever you say, whatever you say. Honestly, I really don't know what that guy has going for him to have you so bewitched."

"If he's no good, then don't set your sights on him."

Yan was displeased.

"Who set my sights on him? Hurry up, I'm hungry. Go cook."

"Cook for yourself! Do you think you're some kind of lord?"

Yan came smiling to Leng's side and intimately linked arms with her. Leng shook her arm, but couldn't break free.

"It's not that I don't want to. My cooking just isn't as good as yours. Besides, that guy hasn't eaten either. You don't really plan to starve him, do you?"

"Honestly, you two are such a handful!"

Leng went off to prepare the meal, but just after leaving, she came back and dragged Yan away.

"Hey, what are you doing? I can't cook."

"If you can't, then go learn!"

Yan followed her into the kitchen with pursed lips, thoroughly unhappy.

Finally, after Ximen Lang had waited bitterly for several hours, the door opened.

"Get in here!"

"Coming!"

Ximen Lang scampered inside.

At the dining table, Ximen Lang looked at the several extra dishes and asked in confusion,

"Why are there several more dishes today?"

He looked at the dishes' appearance and couldn't resist making a joke.

"Wife, I have to criticize you a little. When it comes to cooking, you can't just consider the taste—you have to consider the presentation too. When the presentation looks good, it makes your appetite bigger, doesn't it?"

Under Leng's strange gaze, Ximen Lang took a bite of the food.

"Bleh, bleh, bleh! Who killed the salt seller? Why did you put in so much? Is salt free?"

In truth, the dish was not as terrible as Ximen Lang made it sound. But who could blame him when Leng had spoiled his palate?

He was waited on every day by a five-star chef who went out of her way to prepare all kinds of delicacies. Anyone's standards would become picky.

"Is it really that bad?"

Yan took a bite, unconvinced, and her expression fell.

It really was not good. It was utterly incomparable to Leng's cooking.

She wondered what was wrong with this woman. They had both wielded the Flame Sword and fought for thousands of years, so why was Leng also so skilled at cooking? It made no sense!

Yan piled all the food she had made in front of Ximen Lang.

"Finish it. I'm leaving it to you."

"Why should I?"

Yan ignored him and spoke to Leng on her own.

"Leng, educating a male god is a delicate task. First, you have to help him develop the good habit of obeying orders. I'll leave him to you."

Leng remained completely unmoved.

In Leng's Dark Plane Communication.

Yan: "Make him eat it, or I'm going to seduce him. It's up to you!"

Leng: "How dare you!"

Yan: "Just watch me!"

Leng gave in.

"Eat it."

"Oh."

After finishing the meal, Ximen Lang did not choose to go upstairs. Instead, he cleaned up the dishes together with Leng.

Naturally, there was no shortage of affection between them during the process.

He urged Leng, whose face was flushed, to hurry upstairs, then impatiently pushed open the bedroom door. The moment he entered, his expression collapsed.

Seeing the little angel lying on the bed, Ximen Lang said impatiently,

"Why haven't you gone back yet?"

Yan blinked.

"??? Haven't I always lived here? What's wrong?"

"It's not appropriate. Today isn't appropriate."

Ximen Lang had finally managed to persuade Leng. He was about to end his single life that very day, so how could he be willing to let Yan ruin his plans?

Yan was confused.

"What makes it inappropriate? Haven't I always slept with Leng?"

Ximen Lang was speechless.

This scumbag really doesn't understand even something like this. Where did she get the courage to flirt with me?

"Today..."

"Ahem!" Leng couldn't listen any longer and pushed Ximen Lang out of the room.

"Hurry up and get out. We're going to rest."

"Wait, wait! We agreed just now that we would..."

"Shut up!"

"Oh."

Ximen Lang left in defeat.

Yan finally understood what the two of them had wanted to do...

Yan's face flushed so deeply that it seemed blood might drip from it. Leng was no better.

The two little angels looked at each other, then looked away again, utterly embarrassed.