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

Some were dumbfounded.

However, I used to be a bit of a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur) myself, so I should be a little more forgiving; she's been there, after all.

Aunt said—

"Although I really wanted to spank those two little troublemakers, it's actually not bad to know that there's no trouble."

"Ah."

The tailor smiled, knowing that Xiaomei was actually a very easy person to get along with. She just seemed a little rebellious when they first met, but after so many years, a person in their forties would have matured a bit.

Well, she hasn't really matured much. Xiaomei is still quite mischievous, but she doesn't cause as much trouble as before.

The tailor recalled that when he first met Xiaomei, she yelled "Culprit!" and blamed him. It took a long time to explain before she calmed down.

The one who made you a magical girl is the Boss. What does that have to do with my Magical Girl Association?

The tailor turned his head to look at her and said—

"So, you're actually safe now and don't need my protection anymore. You could have gone home with Mr. Chen Ming just now, but..."

"only?"

Auntie placed her hands on her knees, her two beautiful legs stretched straight out. This gesture was slightly girlish, but magical girls can be considered girls too... she was only in her forties.

The tailor continued—

"I'd like to give you a task: could you please observe Mr. Chen Ming?"

"Hey?"

Aunt was startled. Could it be that the tailor had already noticed something was wrong with him?

Sure enough, the tailor said—

"Do you know who that person next to Mr. Chen Ming was?"

“I know, A-Fu.”

"That's Fu Jianxian, a Grandmaster of Sword Immortals, one of the strongest in the world of Sword Immortals."

"..."

The aunt was taken aback. At least she knew what a sword immortal was; their power was no weaker than that of the association.

It's hard to connect such a domineering character as a sword immortal master with the obedient A-Fu at home... Is there really no mistake?

Although I knew all along that Afu and the others weren't ordinary people, this was still too much...

The aunt couldn't help but think of many things.

If Afu is that strong, then there's another "Lucifer" in the family. Surely that Lucifer isn't really the famous Lucifer from mythology, right?

No way...

Hahaha……

A bead of cold sweat trickled down her aunt's forehead.

Seeing her aunt's surprised expression, the tailor realized that something was wrong and said—

“Originally, even if it was a little strange, I wouldn’t have pursued it, after all, it’s someone else’s family matter… your family matter. But I always feel that this strange Mr. Chen Ming might actually know where the Boss is.”

She looked at her aunt with a pleading expression and said—

"Xiaomei, all I need is news about the Boss, I don't care about anything else, can you help me...?"

"This……"

Aunt scratched her head.

Chapter 549 Sleeping with the Little Maid

Chen Ming stood by the roadside, watching his aunt and the seamstress leave. The contrast between the two seemingly delicate beauties sitting on a powerful black motorcycle was stunning.

He stared intently at the motorcycle; its black lines, its futuristic design, and even the deep roar of its engine all seemed so appealing.

so good.

I really wish I had one too. I wonder where this car was bought; I completely forgot to ask.

Chen Ming felt a little regretful.

But thinking about it carefully, he still has the tailor's contact information. He'll ask about the car later when he has time.

Afu stood beside him, watching him stare blankly as the tailors and others left, and felt a pang of jealousy. She looked down at her hands and said—

"Isn't it beautiful? I've been looking at it for a while."

Chen Ming felt that A Fu's words were like those of a confidante. She also thought the motorcycle was beautiful, so she replied with a smile—

"Yes, it's very beautiful."

"Waaah..."

Afu twisted her fingers, feeling a little aggrieved. No matter how obedient she was, wasn't it too much to praise other girls on a date?

She pursed her lips and said—

"What's so pretty about it?"

"Hmm... it should be black."

"black?"

"Yes, I like black."

Chen Ming smiled and said that black motorcycles look better.

But what Afu thought of was the black leather jacket the tailor was wearing, which gave off a crisp, clean, and cool vibe.

Afu kicked his toes, his tone laced with sarcasm—

"Anyway, I'm not as pretty as her, and I'm not as young either... although we feel about the same..."

"Ok?"

Chen Ming finally realized something was wrong. He turned around and looked at A Fu, who was slowly becoming self-conscious and dejected. He tilted his head and said—

"What are you talking about? Why compare youth and beauty to motorcycles?"

"Hey?"

"Ok?"

Chen Ming and A Fu both tilted their heads, pondering where the problem lay. They weren't stupid, and quickly figured out the issue.

"Waaah..."

Ugh, so embarrassing! What was I doing?! I got jealous for no reason and made such a fool of myself. A-Fu covered her face, but her slender hands couldn't completely cover it, and you could see that her cheeks and the back of her ears were flushed red with embarrassment.

And Chen Ming...

"Pfft, hahaha... Ouch, hahaha..."

He burst into a horrible laugh, laughing uncontrollably, clutching his stomach and shrugging his shoulders. Hearing his merciless mockery, A-Fu hunched over lower and lower, finally crouching down on the ground, covering her face, becoming a tiny ball.

"I, I... that's not true..."

Don't look at me, don't look at how ridiculous I am...

Looking at the crack in the ground, Afu thought he should learn a technique to shrink the ground so he could find a crack to crawl into.

"Waaaaah... I'm going to destroy my dantian..."

The little maid looked so pitiful that Chen Ming desperately suppressed a smile, but the corners of his mouth still turned up slightly. He squatted down, stroked Afu's gray hair, and said—

"Okay, okay, it's alright. Look, I'm not even smiling anymore. It's just a misunderstanding."

Afu looked at him with tears in her eyes and a blush on her face, and said—

"I'm such a terrible person. I get jealous for no reason. I've been jealous all day. It's so annoying."

"What's so annoying about it? I like it a lot."

"Hey?"

A Fu's gray eyes widened slightly in surprise, but his expression didn't seem to indicate he was lying.

Chen Ming stroked her head and said softly—

"Actually, if we're really talking about who's the worst, isn't me, the one who runs a harem, the worst? A womanizer, greedy and lustful, I'm a complete scoundrel."

“What’s wrong with Afu being jealous? If you like someone, you’re bound to be jealous. If you’re not jealous of me, I’ll wonder if you don’t like me.”

"Besides, I personally think that A-Fu is very cute when she's jealous, and I like her a lot. So don't worry, you don't have to pretend to be strong in front of me. If you're jealous, just be jealous. If you can't even handle this, how can I say that I like you?"

Upon hearing Chen Ming's words, A Fu's expression changed from one of inferiority and shame to a warm smile. Looking at him, she said—

"You're definitely the best."

Although he enjoys teasing people, he is also always considerate and gentle. In fact, teasing people is a way of showing affection, which is a manifestation of his gentleness.

After all, even if it's called bullying, it's just a friendly interaction between lovers. No one is really unwilling; on the contrary, they enjoy it.

Chen Ming smiled as he looked at his girl and said—

"Am I the best again? Did I imagine something and then increase my favorability rating?"

Afu had a knack for winning her over. He felt like he hadn't done anything, yet she had come to him willingly and offered herself up for free. He even shamelessly asked her to stay.

Those two guys are really weirdos.

Afu gently shook his head and insisted—

"You are the best, and I will not compromise on that."

Even if he himself denies it, it doesn't matter. She has already made up her mind, and no one's opinion matters. Her firm Dao heart has turned into attachment to him.

It can be considered a form of moral decay.

Chen Ming shook his head, took her delicate hand and helped her up, smiling as he said—

"It's late, let's go."

"it is good."