Can Little Female Demon Understand Love Too?

Qin Zhaoer peeked out, looked around, and seeing that there was no one in the corridor, she slipped out and quietly closed the door.

After standing still, I looked past the many palaces and into another direction.

That was Qin Wangchuan's residence.

In the darkness, a single light still shone.

She pursed her lips and looked down at herself.

I looked in the Bronze Mirror and changed three times before finally settling on this outfit.

She wore a peach-colored gauze dress.

At first glance, she appears dignified.

The long, flowing robe with wide sleeves was as thin as smoke, hanging from the shoulders to the ground. It fluttered gently as she walked, its vibrant colors shimmering and captivating.

But that's only at first glance.

Beneath the sheer gauze dress, only a sheer bodice was visible at the chest, held up by two thin straps at the shoulders, with a white peach blossom embroidered in the center.

The strapless top was pitifully small, barely covering the upper half.

Her lower body was suspended in mid-air by that fullness, swaying gently with her breath.

The exposed areas are not concealed at all.

Her lower abdomen was flat, her navel was alluring, and her abs were defined, tapering down from her navel.

Large swathes of skin were exposed, dazzlingly white, with curves undulating from her waist to her hips, captivating the soul.

The place where it was hidden was, ironically, extremely alluring.

A low-cut, see-through long dress in the same color, with an exaggeratedly high slit on the side that went all the way to the waist before being barely stopped by a plain white ribbon knot.

Without even moving, those alluring long legs were openly displayed.

Her entire outfit was a vibrant peach color, so striking that it was almost blinding. The only striking detail was the small white patch at her waist.

That was a young girl's little thought.

With just a gentle pull, the entire garment will slide off.

It's tempting, but it's not a problem.

Before she even reached him, Qin Zhaoer blushed.

She felt increasingly ashamed the more she looked at it.

As he took a step, the high slit swung open, making his inner thighs feel chilly. He quickly reached out to press it down.

But when she touched her head, the gauze on her chest slipped again, almost revealing her breasts.

She hurriedly tried to gather the outer gauze, but that thin gauze couldn't contain the spring light at all. The more she gathered it, the more clearly her curves were outlined.

She bit her lip.

My heart, however, began to race uncontrollably.

That's enough.

Anyway, tonight's show is for him.

And so, Qin Zhaoer lifted her skirt and tiptoed forward along the corridor.

The once fierce and domineering little tyrant now moved as quietly as a kitten, walking along the shadows.

Upon arriving at Qin Wangchuan's gate, he looked around to make sure no one was there before letting out a sigh of relief.

He reached out and pushed open a crack, then quickly slipped inside.

This scene happened to Ye Jianwei.

She stood on the veranda, still holding the unfinished books in her arms, quietly gazing at the closed door.

Ye Jianwei was genuinely happy for Eighth Dao Child that her wish had come true.

But behind this joy, there was inevitably a sense of emptiness.

She herself longed to be intimate with the Young Master, and she longed to open that door with dignity, just like Eighth Dao Child.

But she was just a maid, not even a concubine.

The young lady did mention that day that she wanted to take her as a concubine, but the Young Master didn't respond.

This question remained unanswered, becoming a worry for Ye Jianwei.

I want to speak, but I don't know where to begin;

Without speaking, these thoughts lingered in my mind day and night.

No one will know.

The supreme Heavenly Emperor would one day rule the Qiankun and look down upon all living beings was currently preoccupied with how to secure his position as someone else's concubine.

Ye Jianwei composed herself, clutching the book in her arms, and continued walking forward.

But after taking only a few steps, he stopped.

Unbeknownst to them, a graceful figure was leaning against the door at the other end.

Long Yue leaned against there, looking over with a half-smile, and it was unclear how long she had been watching.

Noticing that Ye Jianwei had discovered her, Long Yue didn't move. She only glanced at Qin Wangchuan's closed door before turning back.

Before her lips parted, a voice drifted into her ear—

"Looking at it so intently."

"Come over and let's talk?"

There were only a few lights on in the room.

There was only one lamp on the table, its flame flickering low, casting a hazy, warm glow throughout the room.

Qin Wangchuan remains awake.

He was dressed in a dark-colored casual suit and was sitting by the window with a book open beside him.

He heard the door open, but didn't turn around.

"What is Eighth Sister doing here at this hour instead of staying in her own palace?"

Qin Zhaoer was not stumped at all by the question.

"Of course I'm here to do it!" she said matter-of-factly, stepping inside. "Otherwise, what do you think I'd be doing here in the middle of the night?"

As she spoke, she approached him, looking down at him condescendingly.

"If you behave, lie down and enjoy yourself. If you don't—" She raised a small fist and shook it, "I'll make you behave!"

His menacing appearance made him seem more like someone seeking revenge than someone looking for pleasure.

Qin Wangchuan then turned his head.

Under that dim light, there was no trace of the little tyrant who ran rampant during the day.

Her peach-colored sheer dress barely covered anything, rising and falling gently with her breath, revealing her bare waist and abdomen, and her partially concealed body, all of which fell into his view.

She still looks the same as she did during the trials.

But the person who used to be with you day and night, now clenching their fist in a show of bravado, is more eye-catching than their clothes.

Qin Wangchuan looked at his Eighth Sister and finally smiled.

"You're wearing this outfit," he said slowly, "To protest here?"

"What's wrong with protesting?"

Qin Zhaoer wasn't annoyed at being exposed. Instead, she straightened her back, causing her thin gauze dress to slip open slightly with the movement. "Tonight, I'm going to show you that I, this young Young Master, have plenty of strength and ability to deal with a little scoundrel like you."

As he spoke.

She thought she was being fierce and reached out to grab his collar, but unexpectedly, Qin Wangchuan grabbed her instead.

With a gentle pull, he drew the person into his arms.

Only then did he realize that the girl in his arms was trembling slightly.

"Hey, Eighth Sister, are you scared?"

The sound was right next to my ear, very soft.

No matter how aggressively they talk, that's all part of the trial.

This body... this is the first time.

"Who, who's afraid!" Her voice rose, but the tips of her ears were bright red. "In the trials... I've experienced everything, inside and out. Why would I be afraid of you?"

"As for you, you'd better not beg for mercy later!"

Qin Wangchuan did not refute, but chuckled softly.

Then he raised his hand and placed it on the back of her cold hand.

"Yes," he agreed, "Eighth Sister is amazing."

Before he finished speaking, his other hand had already reached behind her waist and gently tied the plain white knot.

The thin veil fell with a sound.

That delicate body was thus clearly revealed to Qin Wangchuan.

Qin Zhaoer did not dodge.

The person who was just moments ago so aggressive was now completely calm, simply snuggling into his arms and surrendering herself entirely to him.

She nestled against him, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

"Qin Wangchuan, can you please treat me better from now on? Don't make me unhappy anymore."

"I don't know what happened..." her voice was muffled. "I've never cared what other people think of me."

"But when you look down on me or give me the cold shoulder, I feel terrible and start overthinking..."

Qin Wangchuan looked down at her.

Having lived two lives, this emotion is all too familiar to me.

"Silly girl."

"This is love."

"... like?"

Qin Zhaoer looked up blankly, her eyelashes blinking.

I certainly understand that word, but I never imagined it would happen to me.

From childhood to adulthood, she has always been pampered, indulged, and tried every means to please others.

When will it be her turn to love someone else?

"Then... who have I fallen in love with?" She was stunned, her mind not quite processing it.

"I."

She stood there stunned for a while before belatedly blushing, her voice rising in Qi Ingestion tone.

"And you, do you love me?"

Qin Wangchuan lowered his head and nuzzled the top of her head.

"If you're a good girl, I'll love you."

"Make me behave?"

"Impossible!" Qin Zhaoer immediately bristled, glaring at him. "I can be tough if I want, what are you going to do about it?"

After glaring at him, he seemed to realize he had spoken too harshly, and his imposing manner inexplicably diminished.

She buried her face back in his chest, and after a long silence, she added in a very soft voice.

"... However, it's not impossible for me to behave well only in front of you."

Qin Wangchuan lowered his head.

A kiss landed.

That's enough.