Having found a demon, I've decided to raise her.

The setting sun in the distance radiated a red glow.

Indeed, Chen Ming, in high spirits, had been showing Lucifer around all day. Lucifer went from being quite interested at the beginning to becoming somewhat impatient, gradually getting tired, and finally becoming completely detached from worldly affairs.

Let him do whatever he wants.

Anyway, I couldn't walk anymore.

She sat on a park bench, refusing to leave. She held the milk tea he had given her in one hand, and rubbed her calf with the other.

High-heeled sandals look nice, but they're really tiring to wear.

Chen Ming looked at her with concern and asked—

"What's wrong? Are you tired?"

"...I've been telling you this so many times, but you never listen."

Lucifer couldn't help but complain. She had been walking with him for a while, but he walked so fast that she could hardly keep up. In the end, she could only hold onto one of his arms and ask him not to walk so fast.

Even so, he still went to many places, bought clothes and shoes, and seemed to have lingered for a long time in a jewelry store.

He didn't go inside, but stared intently at a ring, muttering something to himself—

"It's too early now."

He said these nonsensical things, and then left with Lucifer.

He saw that Lucifer was being a bit grumpy and said with a smile—

"Is Miss Devil's stamina really that bad?"

"You're too energetic, and I always feel there's something strange about your eyes. I feel like a rag doll for you to play with."

Lucifer felt that her senses were definitely not a misperception; his gaze was too obvious. She thought that after all, she was being taken care of, and this was to buy clothes for her, so she endured it.

I never expected that I would end up shopping until night.

He placed the pile of things he had bought on the floor, sat down next to her, and watched her rub her calves incessantly. Feeling a little remorseful, he said—

"Sorry, I was just too excited."

"Why are you so excited when it's clearly your assets that are being lost?"

Lucifer looked at the huge pile of things, many of which she wanted to refuse, but she still wanted to buy them, and she felt happy.

He blinked and smiled as he said—

"Because Lucifer is very beautiful. It's very fulfilling and pleasing to the eye to dress you up in nice clothes."

"And don't feel guilty. This is something I wanted to buy for you. I won't say it's for you, it's more for myself."

“I really want to buy Lucifer some nice clothes to make you even more beautiful. All kinds of styles look great on you… Ah… I really do want to make money. I’ll buy you all the nice clothes I can find and then let you wear them for me.”

That's right, it's mainly for him to see.

There was a hint of possessiveness in him, Chen Ming scratched his head.

Lucifer tilted his head in confusion and said—

"You can spend your money as you like, why are you buying things for me?"

"..."

What's this, a slow-witted female lead?

However, it's not surprising that Lucifer doesn't understand human emotions, and Chen Ming is actually a coward, so he said—

"Because...because you're the creditor, so shouldn't the money you earn be spent on me? To pay off the debt."

"..."

Sure enough, it was the same excuse again. Lucifer rested his chin on his hand, sighed, and said—

"Fine, fine, whatever you want."

I'm too lazy to think about how he derived his reasoning. Whenever she tries to understand him, he always leads her into his own rhythm and then uses his rich experience to make her dizzy.

Even now, she still doesn't understand why she stayed, even though it was just a casual acquaintance over a pancake.

The sun gradually set.

The two watched quietly as the sun set and night began to fall.

Chen Ming looked up at his phone; it was almost eight o'clock.

Summer days are always long; in the south, it doesn't get completely dark until 8 p.m.

Lucifer's Way—

"Shall we go back?"

Chen Ming paused slightly, then looked at her beautiful profile. She said "go back," did that mean she somewhat agreed?

He looked up at the stars in the sky.

It may still take some time.

……

……

on the way back.

Chen Ming was carrying a lot of things in his hands, and a slender figure was on his back, with a pair of sandals hanging on her fingers.

Lucifer lay on his back, his face buried so that it was not clearly visible, only his red eyes were visible, staring at his bare feet.

Some redness and swelling.

She couldn't hold on any longer and was limping, so Chen Ming simply carried her on his back. His body, which had been in good shape for many years, was still able to carry Lucifer without any problems.

Rather than saying that feeling her softness against his body, her warm body temperature, and even hearing her heartbeat was simply a privilege for him.

Lucifer murmured—

"You asked for this, you made me walk for so long, and these shoes you bought are so hard to walk in, so it's all your fault."

"Yes, yes, yes, it's my fault, it's my fault."

He laughed heartily, wanting to make the same mistake a few more times. He figured he might as well tire Lucifer out every time he went out, so he could carry her on his back.

Lucifer was pressed against his back, strong and broad, making him feel very secure leaning against him. Actually, if he wanted, it wouldn't be impossible to recover from this foot injury quickly.

I was thinking of teaching him a lesson so he would behave himself in the future. I never expected him to be so happy carrying someone who weighs over 100 pounds on his back.

Why does it feel more like a reward?

The streetlights shone brightly; it was the same intersection where the accident had happened again, and there seemed to be some finishing touches left. He glanced at it, then weighed Lucifer in his hand and continued walking home.

On that high slope, there seemed to be a figure standing, observing the two of them.

"Ok?"

Lucifer turned his head and looked over.

Seeing some pedestrians hurrying along, she checked on them one by one, her red eyes slightly cool.

Chen Ming noticed Lucifer fidgeting and asked—

"what happened?"

"...No, it's nothing."

Lucifer shook his head, perhaps he was just imagining things because he was too tired.

……

We arrived home.

Chen Ming put her on the sofa, placed his things aside, then squatted down and said—

"show me."

Lucifer gently lifted his foot.

He held his small feet, observing the fair and delicate skin. It seemed to have a slight sweaty smell, after all, he had walked for so long, but it didn't smell bad.

He saw some glistening bubbles.

I poked it with my finger.

"Waaah..."

Lucifer flinched, clearly in pain. He scratched his head and said—

"Take a shower first, then I'll pop the blisters for you. You'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

"it is good."

Lucifer felt a little ticklish as his foot was being held, and he wiggled his cute toes.

Chapter 15 Lucifer's Feet

After taking a shower, Lucifer was wearing a light pink nightgown. Girls usually wear nightgowns to sleep more comfortably, but men don't really need them; they just lie down in their underwear.

Of course, with Lucifer around now, that's not possible.

My sister used to want to buy Chen Ming matching pajamas, but he never wore them and they were too hot for him.

Lucifer limped back to the sofa.

He sat down on a low stool in front of her, gently lifted her feet, and smiled—

"Do demons get blisters?"

"...mainly because I don't want to waste my energy; I'm still recovering."

Lucifer is still seriously injured, so any strength is precious. A little pain in her feet doesn't matter, since there's someone willing to carry her, right?

He examined the perfect soles of the feet; the insteps were smooth and delicate, the toes were crystal clear, and even the blisters on them looked like beautiful gems.

He looked up into her eyes and said—

"Should I pop them open? Disinfect them, apply medicine, and leave them overnight, that should be enough."

"okay."