"Dear, what would you like to say next? I'll listen carefully, word for word."

Once again, Lucia, who had been interrupted, still had her hands tied around Wang Xiaole's waist. She supported herself with her hands, bent her elbows against her lover's chest, and cupped her face with folded palms. At the same time, she murmured to herself, "Why is my dear's chest so rigid?"

"Sia, have you ever considered liking someone of the opposite sex? Excluding those whose male characteristics have been eliminated by magic," Lucia asked.

"No, impossible, absolutely no possibility!" Sia immediately denied three times in a row. There was no hesitation whatsoever. Lucia's attitude was very firm. "I like girls because I was born this way. Sexual orientation cannot be changed afterward. It's not that I hate the opposite sex or have any racial discrimination. It's just that I don't feel any romantic attraction towards men."

Romantic attraction—a term rarely used by girls. Even though there had been changes in her physical body, Wang Xiaole's thoughts were still unable to sync with those of a typical girl. Therefore, he couldn't understand what Lucia was thinking and had no idea how to change her sexual orientation...

"Is the conversation over? Can I 'devour' my dear now?" Wang Xiaole asked.

"Not yet! Because... relatives are coming to visit me!"

Wang Xiaole, like a stranded fish on land, with his legs squeezed together, used his lower body to push himself up, his actions reminding Lucia which relative was coming to see him.

"...Is it your aunt's visit?" Lucia guessed.

"Smart!"

When making excuses, he didn't really expect them to work. However, the subsequent result surprised Wang Xiaole. In an instant, the charm on Lucia's face disappeared, and a sincere concern appeared instead.

"When it comes to physiological problems, there's nothing we can do. I have also experienced the torment brought by the monthly 'visit from relatives' countless times," Lucia said.

Do demons really have menstruation? It turns out he guessed right.

"Darling, don't engage in strenuous activities right now. Rest well and take care of yourself. Don't catch a cold," Lucia's attitude took a complete 180-degree turn. Not only did she stop being domineering, but she also took extra care to lay Wang Xiaole's body flat, gently covered him with a blanket.

From this day on, Wang Xiaole realized a truth: New clothes, celebrities from various companies, and cosmetics brands—talking about any of these topics with a girl is not as effective as discussing "the visit from relatives." As long as it's a topic that girls bring up, the other person will immediately become as close as a best friend...

Of course, the premise is that you can't be seen as a boy in her eyes, otherwise, there would be suspicions of harassment.

"Darling, are you feeling unbearable pain? Should I make you some porridge?" Wang Xiaole asked.

"No, no, no! It's too much trouble for you, and I feel guilty," Lucia replied.

The torment in her stomach and intestines couldn't be resolved.

After persuading Lucia with great difficulty, Wang Xiaole managed to convince her not to cook for now and vehemently fought for his right to leave the Demon City.

"Here's the thing, Sia. It's springtime..."

"Dibiles is currently in summer!"

"Uh, alright, summer it is. This is the season of growth. I feel like I can't stay indoors all the time. It would be better to go out and breathe some fresh air."

Wang Xiaole, who had spent his summer vacation holed up indoors for a week, proposed going out, a change that he had never even considered before.

"What's fresh air?" Lucia asked.

He almost thought Lucia was from another world and didn't understand common terms in Tian Dynasty.

"You don't know what fresh air is? Let me enlighten you about the fruits of nine years of compulsory education and help eliminate some of your ignorance."

In his ramblings, Wang Xiaole planted a concept in Lucia's mind. In simple terms, it was summed up in seven words: First comes oxygen, then comes life!

Not just any oxygen would do, it had to be extremely fresh, devoid of any impurities (in reality, it's only when a person inhales a large amount of pure oxygen that they would feel comfortable). Unfortunately, Lucia hadn't received proper education in the Tian Dynasty, otherwise, she would have quickly refuted this nonsense with all seriousness.Wang Xiaole continued his performance:

"I haven't had fresh oxygen for a long time. If my body doesn't replenish it soon, I might not be able to make it through... *cough*"

With bowed head, coughing, and a bewildered look in his eyes, he quickly acted as if he was at the brink of death.

The class for being a good wife has begun!

What should you do when your loved one falls ill?

Most likely, it's just an act. A good beating should do the trick...

Of course, Lucia did not know the common sense of such jokes and immediately believed Wang Xiaole's exaggerated reaction.

"So, my dear, you're not feeling well and need to return to the surface for a while? I'll miss you, but your health is more important."

*Click click click*

Did anyone hear a faint sound? That was the sound of someone's conscience starting to feel guilty.

Despite being terrible at cooking but having a gentle personality, being a yandere but showing great concern;

Wang Xiaole was sure that Lucia was not the demon that the common folk believed, but rather a demon girl who wanted to love.

Suddenly, he inexplicably promised Lucia, "I won't be gone for too long, I'll definitely come back!"

The promise wasn't fake. Wang Xiaole hadn't resolved the misunderstanding between Lucia and the people on the surface, and there were more unanswered questions. How could he just run away?

He had to hurry and leave. He felt a restlessness in his body, as if the previous owner of the "Godstone" was nearby.

To prevent the goddess and the demon king from meeting and causing a conflict that would level the entire city, Wang Xiaole needed to quickly meet Freya.

Lucia's facial expression changed for a moment, then she nodded forcefully with reluctance, urging her loved one to leave and return quickly with her lonely eyes.

When Wang Xiaole was the only one left in the living room, Lucia approached the crystal used for indoor lighting and brightened the light a bit. Immediately, her face turned a faint bluish color.

"Gurgle, I almost vomited. The soup I made is really terrible, I can't even drink it myself! But my dear actually finished a whole pot of it, it's unbelievable."

In fact, when Lucia tasted the soup for the first time, she already found its taste to be terrifying. In some ways, its harmfulness even surpassed the meals she had cooked for herself before.

But how could she speak the truth in front of her beloved?

She was a love-struck demon king who defined herself as a "good wife," but she had previously shown terrible cleaning skills. If she revealed that she couldn't cook either, the idea of being a "good wife" would become a joke.

After calming the discomfort in her stomach with a few sips of hot tea, Lucia breathed heavily and took out an oval crystal carefully placed indoors.

"I'm sorry, my dear. I made him eat everything, even if it meant lying. At least let me make him an extra meal as an apology!"

In this era of inter-racial communication, members of most races engaged in various businesses to different degrees.

Among them, the dragon race, ranking second in overall strength among the six major races, started a take-out business.

As the name suggests, some dragons established a widespread "take-out route" within the airspace of human countries. Under the orders of the boss behind the scenes, they assumed the role of diligent "take-out delivery boys."

The concept of "telephone" did not exist on the United Continent, and long-distance communication was generally done using "contact crystals."

One day, the dragon boss had a brilliant idea and mass-produced special crystals used solely for business, selling them in large quantities on the market.

After distinguishing them from ordinary contact crystals, the patent owner named the crystal after themselves.

Taking the first letter of "Appin," the crystal became known as the "APP" crystal!

"Hello, is this the 'Hungry No More APP' service? It's me! The demon lady who often gives you business because she doesn't want to eat her own cooking.

Please deliver the best and most expensive take-out to the address I'm about to give you. Yes! Give me exactly what the human royal family eats."

The service staff were very familiar with Lucia's voice, so placing the order went smoothly.

After finishing her order, Lucia put on her clothes, sat back down, and rested her elbows on the table, crossing her palms under her chin. She muttered to herself about something that was bothering her.

"Have I seen my dear somewhere before? I'm not joking... why does she look so familiar?"Before Lucia had asked Wang Xiaole in front of him, but unfortunately she was misunderstood as using clichéd ways to flirt, only she understood how serious her question was.

But in reality, she also half-doubted this impression, after all:

"If I had met a girl in the past who made my heart flutter so much, I couldn't possibly forget!"

During Lucia's struggle, the soldiers responsible for guarding Dibiles on the ground were experiencing something extraordinary.

Their superior, the commander-in-chief dressed in knight armor, was cleaning her knight sword.

She felt deep remorse and stubbornly emphasized that she had failed to stop Wang Xiaole from going to the "Dragon's Lair," disappointing the Empress's expectations and betraying the ordinary people she should have protected;

Based on a sense of guilt and a desire to atone, the commander-in-chief intended to use her life to repay her negligence.

The knight sword was raised upright with the blade facing downwards, and the person holding it looked up at the sky, murmuring:

"Unknown girl, I'm sorry I couldn't save you; if only I had spent more time studying flight magic instead of practicing makeup!"

Seeing their leader about to harm herself, the soldier who had been idly playing cards put the cards away immediately and rushed to stop her.

There were naturally various voices of persuasion.

For example, someone said, "You still have a lot of cosmetics at home that haven't been used up," or "You owe me money from last month," which could only be considered ordinary responses;

The most formidable female soldier simply replied:

"The price of graves in the city is too expensive now. How about waiting for the price to drop before seeking a way out?"

Look at how good she is at chatting! Her leader wanted nothing more than to drag her down and bury her with him.

"It's better to find a way to make amends for what has already gone wrong than to regret it with all your strength!"

Just as the commander-in-chief was about to give her subordinates a "fiery chestnut" punishment, a golden banner suddenly occupied the space above her head;

At the same time, a tall woman with a commanding figure stepped forward to the center of everyone's view, holding her head high with pride.

"Leave that life behind. Your lives, as my subjects, belong to me. If I don't give the order, none of you have the right to die!"

A burst of electric arc shot out and knocked the sword held by the commander-in-chief out of her hand;

The long sword hovered in mid-air, covered in a layer of gray, as if it had been charred by lightning, and in an instant, it fell to the ground and turned into a pile of ashes.