As long as Wang Xiaole is a normal boy, it is impossible for a certain part of his lower body not to react.

The phenomenon that quietly happened was first noticed by Lucia:

"The quilt covering dear legs seems to have a bulge!"

He didn't even need to look to know what the "mushroom" mentioned by the girl in his heart meant, and he complained silently:

"Oh, my 'good brother,' I'm still lurking here, how did you expose the target so quickly?"

"The teammate" was also unreliable, and quickly put the exposed party in an awkward situation.

But the night is not over yet, and nonsense must continue to be fabricated. He can only explain with a bold face:

"Well, um... Freya, you're really lucky!"

"Huh, what?"

"I said Freya is lucky: didn't you see a part of the quilt bulge? That's actually the legendary bedding spirit."

Wang Xiaole, looking nonchalant, explained like this:

This is a kind of spirit that appears in various inns and travels among many guests. It selects guests who look pleasing to the eye and then playfully dives into their bedding.

During this period, you must not disturb it, because only the person it chooses to stay with all night will be blessed with good luck on the next day.

Lucia has lived for so many years and heard of such a spirit for the first time. She felt:

"This explanation sounds really suspicious..."

The two willow eyebrows above her bright eyes suddenly furrowed, and her subconscious reaction seemed to disagree with that explanation;

At this moment, Wang Xiaole's complexion seemed unchanged, but only the palms hidden deep in the quilt revealed the guilt of the person involved.

Freya stared at the two, glanced around, and then heard a forceful shout:

"Although the credibility is not high, if dear says so... then I believe it."

Long live blind love!

Wang Xiaole exhaled a sigh and felt grateful for the "law of falling in love makes girls' intelligence decrease."

Is the storm about the "spirit" over?

Of course not, on the contrary, out of curiosity, Lucia sat up from the bed, her right hand reaching towards a designated position.

The slender roots of her sharp and green onion-like fingers swayed like teasing cats, swinging out a demonic frequency, gradually approaching the "spirit."

"Stop!"

More anxious than seeing a traffic policeman spotting a violation, while shouting to stop, Wang Xiaole quickly moved his body backward, brushing his buttocks against the bed sheet.

"Freya, let's talk nicely, don't hold a grudge against the 'spirit'."

"I didn't mean that, I'm just a little curious: why can it grow so big?"

Lucia innocently shrugged her shoulders and, while speaking, her body continued to approach the stick-like object in front of her.

In the impression of the Demon Lord:

This kind of spirit should be very small, just like what she had seen in the racial guide before, about the size of a palm, or even smaller;

But the one in front of her looks thick and strong!

She pointed her right hand forward, feeling that even if she used one hand, she probably couldn't hold it in her palm.

"What does the 'bedding spirit' eat every day to grow so strong? A variety of cotton fillings?"

How can cotton be cooked to create a variety of flavors?

This will be a profound issue for future exploration.

Seeing that Lucia seemed to want to touch it with her hand at any time, Wang Xiaole continued to move to one side of the bed, and the other person did not just sit idly by.

"Do you want to take away their vital energy? I won't let you succeed!"

Due to Lucia's succubus identity, Freya had plenty of reason to suspect that one of her goals in approaching Wang Xiaole was to take away his essence.

When necessary, Freya, as the goddess, could actually do something helpful and go protect humans from the ravages of the demon race;

So this is a conflicting mentality.

From the perspective of personal enmity, Freya was ready to expose Wang Xiaole's gender;

But once she thought in her heart:

If the Demon King is ready to do something harmful to humans, she would still step forward and demonstrate a sense of responsibility that aligns with her position.

This is probably the last trace of conscience deep in the heart of the Goddess of Rice Bugs.

So in the following, the young man who carefully arranged the overall situation once again helplessly discovered:

Reality has gone around in a circle and returned to the beginning!

When the two girls entered the hotel room, they were still bumping heads against each other, just like before;

Even if Wang Xiaole planned to use rewards again to induce them to settle down, it would still take a long time to make the girls behave.

The long night is endless, and tonight in this room, no one can sleep peacefully.

However, Wang Xiaole is not the only one facing difficulties. The disciple that he just accepted today is also worrying in the palace;

The master cannot sleep even if he wants to, while the disciple doesn't want to sleep.

A sleepless night is already predetermined. Isabella is worrying about her marriage at her office;

But the one who initially brought up this matter was not Isabella herself.