Accidentally Impregnating a Demon Lord - Chapter 19

Chapter 19: Wait for Your Death

Alright, you can brag all you want. Song Zhi tugged at the corner of her mouth and looked at Mo Xiuyao with a fawning look. “As the saying goes, a gentleman doesn’t care about his heart. Although I had some bad thoughts about you, I didn’t really do it, so don’t be angry with me. These dishes are all warm and good for your body. I especially thought of this menu.”

Mo Xiuyao stared at Song Zhi’s attentive expression for a while and said reluctantly, “Don’t do it again.”

“Alright!” Song Zhi agreed happily, and Mo Xiuyao’s lips also curved up a little.

However… Half an hour later… Song Zhi suddenly choked up. “You actually don’t trust me.”

Mo Xiuyao, “??”

“I’m so good to you, cooking for you every day, and you don’t trust me.” Song Zhi wiped away the non-existent tears at the corner of her eyes and complained with a sorrowful expression. “Although I thought of drugging you, I didn’t do it. What does this mean? It means that I’m a good person by nature! But you don’t believe me and throw a tantrum at me. Don’t you think you’ve gone too far?”

“So?” Mo Xiuyao asked.

“Compensate me,” Song Zhi leaned forward.

“Dual cultivation is out of the question.” Mo Xiuyao refused directly.

Song Zhi was disappointed for three seconds before she started to grieve again. “It seems that you haven’t reflected on yourself at all!”

“You were wrong in the first place. Why should I reflect on myself?” Mo Xiuyao retorted, and Song Zhi was at a loss for words.

She took a while to react before she continued to complain, “I’ve been cooking for you for such a long time, you should at least remember our old friendship, right? But you didn’t even ask me anything and directly convicted me, and even called me an idiot…”

Song Zhi originally wanted to make Mo Xiuyao feel guilty, but the more she spoke, the angrier she got. “You don’t even know my name!”

“Don’t push your luck.” Mo Xiuyao was expressionless.

“Oh…” seeing that Mo Xiuyao was still not convinced, Song Zhi could not be bothered to be disappointed.

The two of them looked at each other without saying anything and ate in silence. After a while, Mo Xiuyao suddenly asked, “What’s your name?”

“… Luanluan.” Song Zhi did not expect Mo Xiuyao to really ask for the name and quickly made up one.

Luanluan? Mo Xiuyao glanced at her and said, “You don’t live up to your name.”

Song Zhi was completely speechless.

When the meal ended, the sky was already dark. There were fireflies in the depths of the forest, and when they flew up, they were like stars, gradually gathering into a flowing river of stars. It was rare that Mo Xiuyao did not leave immediately after the meal, but continued to sit opposite Song Zhi.

Song Zhi stared at the fireflies in the depths of the forest and sighed. “It’s so beautiful,”

Mo Xiuyao raised his eyes, uninterested.

“For someone like me, this is not an ordinary scene.” Song Zhi smiled and suddenly cheered as she pounced toward the fireflies. The fireflies were frightened and fled in all directions. She laughed loudly and jumped and ran into the depths of the forest, like the most free spirit in the world, about to merge with nature at any time. Mo Xiuyao looked at her quietly, his fingers tapping on his knee occasionally.

Song Zhi played in the forest for a long time. When she returned to the stream, Mo Xiuyao was already gone. She sighed and washed the pots and pans, resigned to her fate. Then, she returned to the tent and lay down. Her heart was at peace. From the moment she gave up on drugging Mo Xiuyao, she had already accepted her fate. No matter what, she was lucky to have 30 more days of healthy life, so she would not force it anymore. She would not force others to do things.

Song Zhi heaved a sigh of relief, closed her eyes, and fell asleep. The sun rose and the moon set. In the blink of an eye, it was the last day. At dawn the next day, Song Zhi woke up, tied her hair into a simple ponytail, and started to cook.

Mo Xiuyao opened his eyes slowly when he smelled the familiar fragrance. He looked at the blue-black sky above him and closed his eyes again. Three minutes later, he appeared by the stream.

Mo Xiuyao looked at the deep-fried dough sticks and sugar cakes, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

“You’re here?” Song Zhi smiled and waved her hand. “Hurry up and eat. It’s just out of the pot. The sugar cake is still hot. You can eat the fried dough sticks first.”

Mo Xiuyao took a deep-fried dough stick and took a bite. With a crack, the crispy golden skin of the deep-fried dough stick broke in his mouth, and the rich milky fragrance spread.

“There’s milk in the youtiao.” Song Zhi took the initiative to explain, and then brought out a bowl of noodles.

Mo Xiuyao was silent for a moment before saying, “You still want to do it?”