Accidentally Impregnating a Demon Lord - Chapter 38
Chapter 38: We Have to Think of a Solution
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
When they arrived at Mo Xiuyao’s place, Song Zhi stuck her head in from outside the tent. “Demon Lord?”
No one answered, but Song Zhi knew that Mo Xiuyao was in the tent. At least Mo Xiuyao was willing to sleep in the tent she had set up. This realization made Song Zhi heave a sigh of relief, and her back straightened slightly. “Sir Demon Lord, I’ve made some shredded sweet potato and lotus leaf chicken. Do you want to have a bite?”
There was no reply from the tent.
Song Zhi hesitated as she walked towards the tent, saying, “If you want to eat something else, you can tell me and I’ll make it for you.”
When she was about to reach the tent, a gloomy voice came from inside. “Scram.”
Song Zhi stopped in her tracks and did not dare to move forward. The forest was silent, and the cold moonlight illuminated the small world.
Song Zhi stood there for a long time before she said dryly, ” I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be afraid of you. It’s just that I’ve never seen such a scene in my life…”
If she had explained it on the spot, it would have been more convincing, but now it seemed like she was trying to make up for it in the post-production and was not very sincere.
“Demon Lord, I really didn’t do it on purpose. I couldn’t control myself at that time. You were really a little scary at that time, ” Song Zhi added with an embarrassed expression. Unfortunately, the people in the tent did not buy it and did not even want to talk to her. Just as Song Zhi was at her wits’ end, she suddenly felt that the night was really cold. Her body was cold, and her heart was cold.
Wait… cold? Song Zhi was stunned for a while. Then, she looked up and saw the round and big moon in the sky. She only realized that it was Mid-Autumn today.
Mid-Autumn Festival… Song Zhi stared at the tent for a moment and could not help but walk in.
In the tent, Mo Xiuyao’s face was blue and he was frowning as he leaned on the bed. His body was covered with a thin layer of frost, and even his eyelashes were stained with ice.
Song Zhi felt a bone-piercing chill and she tightened her grip on her tent. She was stunned for a moment and quickly went forward. “Demon Lord, are you alright?”
When a person was extremely cold, even a touch would cause severe pain. Mo Xiuyao suddenly raised his eyes, and his gaze was colder than ice. “Get out.”
Song Zhi did not move. Instead, she held Mo Xiuyao’s hand tightly and watched as the frost on his hand gradually receded. She then asked, “Why are you so serious this time?”
Mo Xiuyao’s face was cold as he tried to pull his hand away. Song Zhi sensed his intention and held on even tighter. “Even if you’re angry with me, you have to get through tonight first.”
“You don’t need to care.” Even when Mo Xiuyao opened his mouth to speak, cold white smoke could be seen.
Song Zhi hugged him directly. “There are only the two of us here. If I don’t care about you, who will?”
Mo Xiuyao was displeased and wanted to push Song Zhi away, but Song Zhi hugged him even tighter. She sniffled and said softly, “Demon Lord!”
Her voice trembled a little as if she had suffered a great grievance and was about to cry. Mo Xiuyao’s back stiffened, but he did not push her away.
Seeing that Mo Xiuyao had stopped moving, Song Zhi heaved a sigh of relief in her heart. She clung to Mo Xiuyao like an octopus. His body was really cold. It was so cold that she started to tremble.
Song Zhi had been in the Demon’s Note Valley for more than a year, and this was the third time Mo Xiuyao had a relapse. It was also the most severe one. The frost and snow on his body were much thicker than before. After Song Zhi hugged him, the frost and snow did not completely fade away, and Mo Xiuyao’s body did not seem to have any intention of warming up. It was the first time Song Zhi had encountered such a situation and her heart was a little nervous. “Demon Lord, are you feeling better?”
Mo Xiuyao did not speak. Song Zhi raised her head and saw Mo Xiuyao frowning. Even his lips were covered with a layer of white frost.
“Demon Lord, what’s wrong?” Song Zhi raised her chin and asked.
“What?” Mo Xiuyao looked down at her.
Song Zhi pouted and Mo Xiuyao’s brows furrowed even deeper. Song Zhi had no choice but to place a finger on his lips. When the frost on his lips disappeared, she felt at ease. Mo Xiuyao looked at her steadily. After a long time, his lips moved slightly and he suddenly bit her finger.
Song Zhi tried to pull her finger out, but the moment she moved, the Demon Lord bit her even harder. Song Zhi looked helpless. “Demon Lord…”
Mo Xiuyao looked at her lazily and finally let go. Song Zhi looked at the deep bite marks on her fingers and looked at Mo Xiuyao resentfully before she shrank back into his arms.
The night was getting darker, the frost and dew were getting heavier, and the two people in the tent were getting colder and colder. If this continued, Song Zhi did not know if Mo Xiuyao would freeze to death, but she definitely would not live. After realizing this, Song Zhi raised her head, trembling. “Demon Lord, we can’t continue like this. We have to think of a solution.”
