Chapter Fourteen: The Strange and Mysterious Fragrance

  At this moment, Ziling's back was always sweating coldly. In his strange pupils, it seemed as if there were thousands of daggers, and using just one to press against her spine could take her life at any time.

  She was afraid, so she smiled even more brightly, her deer-like eyes became clearer, no mistake, she was indeed gambling.

  Before, every special task she executed was a gamble of life and death. She won, she lived; she lost, she died. Now, it's no exception.

  Although he is her breadwinner, she won't become his plaything to be manipulated at will. If you want to bully her, don't you have to pay a price? Can't tolerate being pinched just once? How did I endure your cheap hands reaching into my clothes?

  She, Zǐ Líng, has never been one to admit defeat. She advocates for using the same methods others use against her, to counterattack them.

  "What's so funny? Have you gone mad?" He adjusted his collar, and with a gentle touch of his index finger on her upturned nose, he said...

  Zi Ling's small face stiffened, and she forced the smile on her small face to gradually soften. How did the little demon suddenly become a neighborly demon brother? The action of scratching his nose seemed to have a faint pampering effect on her.

  She felt a chill run down her spine, was the little demon spoiled by him? It really made her wonder, she couldn't imagine what it would be like to be doted on by a demonic young god, it must be terrifying!

  "What's wrong? Is Ling'er cold? Come and hug me tightly." Wei Chi Yiluo saw that she was trembling all over, her beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed.

  "I don't..."

  "Hmm?" A soft and gentle voice, a pair of enchanting eyes, very light, very seductive, yet it showed that he was displeased.

  The little demon is so domineering and tyrannical, not allowing others to say a word of dissent.

  Zi Ling obviously understands this truth, as long as it's not too excessive, she will fulfill the little demon's wish.

  "Dad, I'm not going to be polite anymore."

  The little demon seemed to not understand the words coming out of her mouth, and a hint of confusion was stored between her eyebrows. However, a certain demon with a dark heart wouldn't ask her even if he didn't understand; he could hold his breath. Those beautiful black eyes seemed to be able to sink all things in the world into their depths, turning them into demonic colors. How could such a little demon not make one's heart tremble with fear?

  The little girl's bright eyes curved into a lovely arc, smiling as she leaned in close to Wei Chi Luo. She really used her strength to tightly hug him, burying her small head in his chest. A strange and wonderful scent wafted up to Zi Ling's nose, unlike the pungent smell of modern perfume. This scent was very pleasant, seeming to make one want to sniff more, wanting to hold him tight and never let go.

  Zi Ling was startled, this fragrance reminded her of the modern mind-controlling "Mystic Scent", a top-level bewitching scent that once smelled would penetrate deep into one's bones, unknowingly making them do the bidding of those who applied it.

  The fragrance on the little fairy's body is much better than "Mysterious Love", and it seems that you have to put your nose close to his clothes to smell it, so is it emitted from his body?

  If she didn't know that the little demon disliked others getting close to her, she would have thought he had applied some kind of "allure" potion on himself.

  Zi Ling's mind suddenly became clear and bright, no wonder the little demon didn't like others to get close, it wasn't that he had a cleanliness habit, but because of this strange fragrance on his body...

  Good heavens! She actually discovered such a huge secret on him. If the little demon knew she wasn't a six-year-old kid, wouldn't she kill her instantly?

  Zi Ling hid in Wei Wu's arms, her small mouth pouting miserably. "You little demon, why are you treating me so specially? What do you want to do? Don't tell me, you've taken a liking to this kid, that kind of thing can only fool a three-year-old."

  "Daddy smells so good." (Daddy's body smells really good) Since he let her smell it, if she didn't say anything, the little monster would have gotten suspicious. So, her words and actions had to match those of a sweet and innocent child.

  He wrapped his arms around her with one hand and didn't say a word, the atmosphere seemed to have returned to freezing point because of Ziling's words.

  After a brief silence, a faint and soft voice floated over: "It seems that Ling'er has forgotten what I said."

  Soft words, light tone, yet making one's heart rise with fear and apprehension.

  Zi Ling pursed her lips, sucked in and swallowed the saliva in her mouth, and said childishly: "Daddy, Zi Ling's saliva always forgets to stay in her teeth, don't be mad at Zi Ling, okay?"

  The childish words carried a hint of coquetry, like a glutinous rice ball, sounding so endearing that one can't help but want to spoil the little thing in front of them.

  Zi Ling knew that the little demon was puzzled by the two sentences she had just said, but she didn't explain them to him. He was patient, but she wanted to keep him guessing, making him lose sleep at night.

  "Look up." He said softly without responding to her.

  Zi Ling obediently lifted her small face, a jade flute propped up her delicate chin, making her closer to the little demon's face that looked as good as a demon god.

  "He said, 'Open your mouth.'"

  Zi Ling was slightly stunned, and couldn't quite figure out what this demon was up to.