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

My eyes involuntarily turned to Lucifer, who was also grilling two chilies and some vegetables. She had seen how to grill before; she was very eager to learn, especially interested in culinary knowledge.

I want to cook delicious food for him, so I enjoy learning.

Seeing Qin Hui pleading for help, she chuckled softly, looked at Chen Ming, and said—

"Let me roast some peppers for you. Didn't you say you like roasted peppers?"

"Hmm, bake it a little longer, preferably until the crust is charred, then add a little more at the end..."

"Add what?"

Lucifer tilted his head.

Chen Ming leaned against her and said with a smile—

"Add some of your love..."

"..."

That's so cheesy.

Lucifer couldn't help but chuckle a few times, her black-stockinged legs gently rubbing against her lewd husband.

He placed his hand on her black-stockinged thigh and gently tickled it, like a child playing a prank.

Even the most composed Lucifer couldn't calm down; his legs involuntarily twitched, but he couldn't shake off the hand at all.

She felt a slight ache and numbness in her body, and looked at him helplessly with her red eyes, saying—

"Stop fooling around."

"No, unless you surrender."

"Okay, I surrender."

"If you surrender, you will be my prisoner and at my mercy."

Chen Ming chuckled to himself and brushed her white hair aside.

My wife is beautiful, so I need to play with her every day to feel satisfied.

Lucifer sighed. There was nothing she could do but let him be. Besides... she didn't actually dislike his affection for her.

She slightly curled the corners of her lips...

Bonus Chapter: I Want to Marry Dad...

Christmas is just around the corner.

Although Western holidays have little to do with this place and even have religious overtones, they don't resonate with Chen Ming, who lives in a secular country.

I don't really understand why other couples are so trendy as to spend Christmas together...

After all, Westerners don't go out at Christmas; they all stay home and get together with their families. It's probably only here that it's celebrated as "Valentine's Day."

Perhaps I was tricked by the merchants.

Christmas is a time to take your girlfriend out and about, shopping and such, which can greatly boost the sales of businesses, so this topic has been heavily promoted.

Ah, the conspiracy of capital...

As Chen Ming spoke, he began to decorate his shop with Christmas decorations...

What, what are you doing? He's a businessman too, he owns a shop, what's wrong with wanting to ride the Christmas wave? Although that's what Chen Ming thought, he couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

Yuqian sat obediently on the stool, watching the people coming and going. There were ordinary people, sword immortals, demons, angels... and occasionally she could see other strange races.

The store is getting more and more customers.

With Lucifer's formation in place, no one felt anything was strange, avoiding a lot of trouble.

She watched Chen Ming put the Christmas tree out, tilted her head, and asked—

"Aren't you going out with your sisters for Christmas this year?"

"Ok?"

Chen Ming turned his head, looked at the thin girl, smiled, and said—

"We don't think there's anything special about celebrating Christmas here, but Lucifer and Cerberus...aren't they strange for celebrating Christmas?"

"Hmm...it seems a bit..."

Yuqian sat on the stool, gently swinging her slender legs. She was still wearing low-top cloth shoes, and she didn't like wearing stockings, leaving her bare, well-defined ankles, white and delicate.

Chen Ming walked to her side, patted her head, and said—

"And Raphael and the other angels didn't care; it was just a festival made up by mortals."

In fact, Raphael was more concerned about Chen Ming's birthday... He had almost blown the roof off during Chen Ming's birthday celebration before, making a huge fuss.

Chen Ming continued—

"So, I've decided to just stay home and have a normal day. I can also cook something nice for Yuqian. It's cold today, why are you still wearing shorts?"

He affectionately stroked her little head, fully demonstrating what a foolish father he was when it came to his "daughter".

They showered people with concern and warmth, always ready to help, taking meticulous care of them, checking on them whether it was hot or cold, and frequently taking them out to eat or buy them clothes.

What other people's daughters have, my daughter should have too; what others don't have, my daughter should have even more of!

Stop talking nonsense and just spoil them.

Yuqian lowered her head shyly, her toes dangling in the air and touching each other. Feeling his concern, she felt a warmth in her heart and said—

"My clothes aren't dry yet, I'll wear them like this tonight. It's warm at home, so it won't be a problem."

Chen Ming nodded. Indeed, the shop was comfortable all year round, after all, it had suppressed a "treasure of nature"—the red-haired woman in the refrigerator.

And the formations set up by all the wives not only maintain the temperature but also have high defensive capabilities.

It can withstand nuclear bombs without any problem.

Chen Ming looked at Yu Qian, took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders. Although she said she wasn't cold, there's a kind of cold that only Dad feels.

He carried his daughter and walked towards the back door of the shop, saying as he passed the kitchen—

"Wife Fu, bring over a serving of dumplings later..."

After thinking for a moment, he added—

"Cut some more fish feet in."

"it is good."

Ah Fu nodded virtuously, "The tanned skin from before hasn't completely faded yet."

"Why?! You can't do this!"

The little fish in the soy sauce bottle kept protesting, trembling as it watched Ah Fu take out a kitchen knife.

He smiled, picked up his daughter, and went back home through the portal. Yuqian, a good child, said somewhat apologetically—

"Sister Fish looked very reluctant..."

"Ignore her. Cutting off her feet will teach her a lesson. That girl is causing trouble on someone else's turf again."

Anyway, it won't hurt her if it's cut, and it won't have any impact.

Chen Ming held Yu Qian and sat her in front of the heater. He turned on the heater, then placed Yu Qian next to him and covered her with a blanket.

Yuqian's face flushed red in the light of the heater, and she said—

"Really, there's no need for all that trouble... Huh? Where are we going?"

She saw him get up as if to leave, and her eyes looked at him with a hint of dependence, like a little girl who didn't want her father to leave.

He smiled and said—

"Bring your clothes that are hanging outside to dry. You need to wear them to school tomorrow, right?"

He walked out and took Yuqian's slim-fit pants, clothes, and underwear from the balcony... Well, it's normal for a father to help his daughter dry her underwear, right?

I'm not a pervert or anything...

Chen Ming was a little conflicted, but he suppressed it and decided that if he really felt embarrassed, that would be the end of it.

He returned to Yuqian's side, unfolding his clothes and other garments to fully absorb the heat from the heater.

"Hey?"

Yuqian blushed as she watched him handle her underwear. She wanted to say something, but seeing his serious expression, she couldn't bring herself to speak.

As long as he isn't embarrassed, it's Yuqian who will be.

He even took out Yuqian's socks, imagining the socks wrapping around her delicate little feet, protecting that warmth, and couldn't help but be more careful in his movements.

The heater warmed both of them, and Yuqian slowly leaned her petite body against him, listening to the cold wind blowing outside, a happy expression on her face.

Being with Dad always brings such warmth... I wish I could stay with Dad forever...

Chen Ming looked at his daughter beside him and said with a smile—

“Yuqian, do you know that every Christmas you have to hang a stocking by your bed and write your wish on it, and Santa Claus will come and secretly grant your wish?”

"Hey?"

Yu Qian blinked, then said—

"Isn't Santa Claus a lie?"

"I used to think magical girls and sword immortals were just a hoax, but now that I've encountered them, maybe they're real?"

Chen Ming said to her with a smile.

Yuqian kicked her toes, if that were true...

……

It was late at night, and Yuqian should go to sleep. She hung her socks by the bedside, put on the pajamas that Chen Ming had warmed, snuggled in the quilt, and only peeked out with her big eyes.

Does Santa Claus really grant wishes?

Yuqian, filled with innocent hope, slowly fell asleep.

tick tock...