Chapter 22: The Most Outstanding Generation
The sunset's afterglow cast a warm glow on Xiao Yao Jing's face, as if it had added a layer of enchanting beauty to her already stunning features. Her unusual phoenix eyes sparkled with dazzling colors, leaving Zi Ling stunned.
Feeling the gaze of the little one in her arms, Wei Chi's eyes remained fixed on the front without blinking, and she gently fluttered her eyelashes like a peacock feather, her cherry-pink lips curled up into a shallow arc, absolutely beautiful and enchanting.
Zi Ling suddenly felt that the clouds at the horizon had lost their luster, the scenery of the world had lost its color, and in the vastness of the sky and earth, it seemed as if only his enchanting smile remained.
"Is this palace really so beautiful? Can't bear to move her eyes away?" Wei Chi Yan Luo's gaze turned, falling on her silly little face, pursing her lips with a smile, elegant and unparalleled.
Zi Ling's heart skipped a beat, had she just lost focus on him? As a special agent, the biggest taboo was to reveal one's weakness in front of others, whether they were enemies or friends. Just now, in that moment when she lost focus, if he wanted to take her life, it would have been as easy as turning his hand over. How could she have suddenly made such a low-level mistake?
A faint scent seemed to waft into her nostrils, and her eyes involuntarily drifted towards his face, as if entranced...
"Daddy is so handsome, he's the most handsome man Ling'er has ever seen." She smiled foolishly, with a string of saliva still hanging from the corner of her mouth, as if she was drooling because of the beautiful man.
Nice words aren't liked by everyone, Wei Chi usually dislikes listening to flattering words, and even more dislikes others staring foolishly at his face, but the little girl in front of him foolishly said he was handsome, yet in his heart a different feeling arose, seemingly with some delight.
"Ling'er is also the most adorable child this palace has ever seen." The usually stoic Wei Chi Yue Luo smiled and gently pinched her small nose, using his index finger to wipe away the drool from the corner of her mouth.
She gazed at the saliva on his fingertips, smiled foolishly, seemingly pleased to hear "Dad" praise her, but in her heart, she coldly snorted.
The next second, Ziling's silly smile froze on her face, and the little demon actually put her finger stained with saliva into her mouth, savoring it...
Zi Ling pursed her lips, feeling an urge to escape from his arms, this little demon was a big change (harmony) ah!
Wei Chi Yin Luo finished swallowing her saliva, pulled out her slender index finger, and touched it to her lips: "Ling Er's saliva has a hint of milk fragrance."
His index finger pressed against her lips, like countless ants falling into the water and crawling on her lips. Ziling didn't dare to move or speak, fearing that his fingers would slip into her mouth. She wasn't used to drinking other people's saliva! Little demon king, how come you don't understand the two words "disgusting"?
Wei Chi Yin Luo saw her whole body tense, a pair of small deer-like eyes rolling around, very cute, and his index finger pressed against her lip again.
"Ling'er, what's with this adorable expression? Are you relying on me and refusing to get down from my arms?"
"...Zi Ling's eyes rolled in exasperation as she continued to endure and wait for him to put down that cheap finger."
"Refuse to go down, then! Since I'm already your father, I'll naturally treat you like my own child." Wei Chi Yinluo sighed softly, his index finger moving away from her lips as he carried her forward.
Zi Ling treated her like a biological child, what does that mean? How could her clever mind not understand the little demon's meaning at once?
In the blink of an eye, Wei Chi pushed open the door, and inside was a thick fog, the whole room was like a hazy day, everything looked unclear.
Zi Ling caught sight of a white-clad youth with skin slightly darker than Bai Wu's. Wasn't that Jin, one of the "Four Great Beauties"? What was he doing here...?
"Is the water temperature okay?" Wei Chi Yan Luo glanced at the beautiful young man in white clothes with a hint of indifference.
"It's been tested, not too hot and not too cold. Your Highness and the young master can take a bath at ease." Jin said warmly, nodding slightly towards the little girl in the prince's arms.
Zi Ling lightly twitched the corner of her mouth. What mood did she have to put on a show with Jin? She suddenly felt like crying and laughing at the same time. Did the little demon king mean to treat her as his own child by bringing her here to take a bath?
"Alright, go ahead!" Wei Chi Yin Luo said calmly.
He bowed his head, retreated, and his demeanor was neither arrogant nor humble, calm and unhurried. When he left, his back figure was like a snow lotus, although he fell to the lowly status of "male servant", but still couldn't hide his dust-free temperament.
"Daddy, you take a bath first! Ling'er will go later." She obediently gave up her priority to the little demon king and struggled to get down from his body.
He held onto her and walked straight towards the wooden bucket filled with warm water.
The wooden barrel was very large, about the size of a modern villa's bathtub. The warm water filled up to seven-tenths of the barrel. When Wei Chi went in to bathe, the water just reached his chest. If Zi Ling were to go in, her head would be basically submerged...
These are not Ziling's concerns, she can swim and is naturally not afraid of drowning. What she is worried about now is...
"Ling'er, let go." Wei Chi Yinluo's slender index finger wrapped around the tie of her pale pink inner garment, his enchanting crimson phoenix eyes gazing at her clear glass-like complexion.
"Daddy, I..."
"Ling'er is refusing me? Hmm?" He cut off her words, his mysterious and unpredictable eyes narrowing slightly, his thin lips pursed as if a layer of coldness had been added to them.
