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

You wouldn't believe me even if I told you.

How will you know if I believe you or not if you don't tell me?

"Even if you don't say it, I know you don't intend to believe it."

"You tell me first, and then I'll decide whether to believe you or not."

"..."

What? Are you reciting tongue twisters? Gu Qing looked at her argumentative friend, thinking that only Mr. Chen Ming could probably handle her.

Gu Qing said—

“I’ll call Mr. Chen Ming right away and have him treat you.”

"Ha, him? Go ahead and hit him, see if I'm scared."

Qin Hui looked quite confident, which was rather intimidating. Gu Qing was just saying that she wasn't very familiar with the other person, and it would be too impolite to call so late and disturb their rest.

She glanced at Qin Hui and said slowly—

"The tailor and I found a monster, which was unexpectedly strong, so I was no longer needed. I followed the tailor in the chase, but we couldn't catch up in the end. The tailor didn't trust me to follow, so he chased after it on his motorcycle. The ditch you just passed is a trace of the battle."

Qin Hui listened attentively, nodding repeatedly, then with a concerned expression, patted Gu Qing's head and said—

"Ah Qing, the world of anime and manga is all fake, it doesn't exist. Don't get too obsessed with it."

"..."

Gu Qing rolled her eyes, knowing that Qin Hui wouldn't believe her, so she told the truth directly.

Very stable.

Chapter 218 Eating My Wife's White Silk Ice Cream

I have indeed taken baths with my sister before.

That was when I was little. My mother would bathe them together, like washing a plate, with the two little kids in a big bathtub.

Back then, I thought the large bathtub was like a swimming pool, where I could swim.

When she got a little older, the older sister took the initiative to bathe her younger brother. At that time, he would always sit in the bathtub and cause trouble, splashing water on his sister. In the end, the older sister had no choice but to bathe him again.

Sometimes, even if it's not bath time, they'll soak in the bathtub when it's too hot, with the siblings enjoying the cool air.

This practice of bathing together continued until Chen Ming started elementary school. By then, he was able to bathe by himself and knew the concept of separation between men and women, so he stopped bathing with his sister.

I still remember the expression on my sister's face at that time.

That was an extreme sense of loss.

The older sister's expression now was one of extreme excitement... Just imagining her younger brother naked made her feel like she was about to get a nosebleed.

Chen Ming looked at her and said—

What are you imagining?

"No, I was just thinking about how you used to cling to your sister and insist on taking a bath, but now that I've mentioned it, you seem disgusted... Love really does fade, doesn't it?"

His sister looked at him with a resentful expression. Her pale eyes were something Chen Ming was unwilling to resist, because they held the gentleness that had always accompanied him throughout his life.

He looked away and said—

"Childhood is childhood, it doesn't work now."

Why not?

"...Men and women should not touch each other."

"But we are siblings."

"..."

Chen Ming's lips twitched, as if what he said made a lot of sense, but he shook his head and retorted—

"The siblings are too old to be this close. They're not children anymore. It's more like the siblings have a problem."

"But we're not related by blood, so we're not really siblings, are we?"

The older sister smiled and winked.

Chen Ming was speechless for a moment. It seemed that his sister could now flexibly switch between being a brother and sister and not a brother, depending entirely on what was convenient for her.

You're really good at it.

Chen Ming pursed his lips and said—

"No, no..."

"Hum..."

The older sister looked at her still somewhat timid younger brother, her eyes darting around, and said—

"Alright, we won't shower together, but how about we sleep together tonight? I haven't seen you in a long time, that's not too much to ask, is it?"

"Well... okay."

Chen Ming nodded somewhat hesitantly, completely suppressed by his sister. It's easier to be accepted if you first state a condition that's absolutely impossible to agree to, and then reveal your true intentions.

My older sister is so smart; Chen Ming's IQ is completely outmatched.

There's no way around it; his sister has been watching him since he was naked. What can Chen Ming pretend to do in front of her? She knows him too well.

Many people say that it's hard to develop feelings for someone you're too familiar with, like a childhood sweetheart. But that's not true. It's simply a matter of liking someone or not liking them.

It's not uncommon for childhood sweethearts to get married.

Well... actually, it's more likely that many people don't have a childhood sweetheart, which is really sad.

Lucifer changed his clothes and walked out of the bathroom with wet hair, his bare feet pattering on the ground, his delicate toes seemingly red from the cold.

Her red eyes looked at the people in the living room, and she said—

Whose turn is it to take a shower?

"I'll wash it."

The older sister was carrying clothes, intending to take a shower and then come to the living room to flirt with her younger brother, who was also her future husband.

He can't escape anyway.

How could it possibly escape her grasp?

Lucifer sat on the sofa. His sister took the clothes to the bathroom, then turned back and winked at Chen Ming, as if to say—

"If you change your mind, you can come and take a bath with me anytime. The door might not be locked."

"..."

Chen Ming felt that this kind of telepathic connection was really torturous. He wasn't some saint who could remain unmoved by a woman's advances, and with his sister seducing him like this, he would probably fall for her very soon.

But he still felt a strange sense of guilt, even though he knew that it wouldn't matter if they got together.

Shaking his head, he realized that liking the feeling of immorality was still a bit awful...

He looked at Lucifer, at those delicate little feet, and said—

"Is the floor cold? Why aren't you wearing shoes?"

"These are for people who need to use the restroom; we don't have enough slippers."

"Then wear sandals. The sandals I bought for you won't get wet, and we can just buy new ones if they get damaged."

"It's okay, I'll wipe it clean."

Lucifer took a towel and carefully dried his delicate toes, making each one look like a sparkling gem.

Chen Ming had an urge to help her wipe it, and then he saw Lucifer take out white pantyhose.

"...Why are you wearing white today? And aren't you about to go to bed?"

"..."

Lucifer glanced at him with his red eyes, tilted his head and smiled, his white hair cascading down with gravity, and said—

"Didn't you say that?"

What did I say?

"I want to eat ice cream."

"..."

Chen Ming suddenly realized, watching Lucifer raise her beautiful legs and feet, her pantyhose slowly following the perfect lines from her toes to her thighs, then her white silk-clad feet stepped on the floor, she lifted her buttocks, and wrapped them in pantyhose.

Let him look at that secluded area, feeling a vague sense of presence, his thighs rubbing together, thus revealing Lucifer's leg shape.

Her perfect figure, which can pull off any outfit, is truly eye-catching.

Actually, black suits Lucifer's temperament better, conveying nobility and elegance. White, on the other hand, is more innocent and cute, suitable for lively little girls...

cough cough...

However, she still satisfied Chen Ming's filthy desires, wearing white pantyhose, which seemed a bit troublesome, as she couldn't step on the floor, and white gets dirty easily.

She stood on the sofa, then, as lightly as a dragonfly skimming the water, moved to the sofa next to him, lay down, gently lifted her toes, looked at him, and smiled—

"Here, have some ice cream?"

"..."

Chen Ming twitched his face.

He was just joking...

Okay, I'm not kidding, I'm being a little serious, but in broad daylight, this kind of thing is still...

Okay, it's not broad daylight, it's late at night now, and this is our own territory.

But there were people around...

Okay, it's just a sleeping puppy and an unconscious angel...

and so……

Does that mean he no longer needs to hesitate?