The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

It's night again.

Di Yin held the rope in his pocket and tiptoed into the room, fearing that he would disturb the sleeping Liu Rangchen.

As the Demon Lord, he has always been fearless on the bloody battlefield, but at this moment, facing his beloved, his heart is beating like a deer and he is uneasy.

He stood by the bed, looking at Liu Rangchen's peaceful sleeping face, hesitant. What if this method backfired and made the little bastard completely hate him?

But it has come to this point. If I retreat at this moment, I may not have another chance in the future. Di Yin gritted his teeth and decided to go ahead.

He slowly stretched out his hand and just as he touched Liu Rangchen's wrist, Liu Rangchen suddenly opened his eyes and was about to fight back, but found that his hands were tied tightly with ropes.

"Di Yin!" Liu Rangchen shouted with gritted teeth, "What do you want to do now?"

Di Yin was so frightened by the roar that he instantly forgot all the lines he had prepared and sold out his teammates on the spot.

"Little...little bastard, I...I followed the advice of Marquis Buye. He said that this would make you...make you look at me differently."

Liu Rangchen's face was full of sarcasm, "You are the Demon Lord, but you actually believed such absurd words! Don't you feel ashamed to use such despicable means?

If this gets out, wouldn't everyone in the demon world laugh their heads off, saying that a dignified demon king would only resort to such despicable means as kidnapping to please his beloved!"

Di Yin lowered his head, like a child who had made a mistake, "Little bastard, I was wrong. I was confused for a moment and was fooled by that guy Buyehou. I... I just wanted to be close to you so much, and I didn't know what to do."

"Is that how you get close to me? You disappoint me so much. I always see you being so powerful in the demon world, but I never thought you could be so stupid in private!"

Di Yin secretly raised his eyes and looked at Liu Rangchen's angry expression, feeling extremely regretful. "Little bastard, I really know I was wrong. Don't be angry, I'll untie the rope right now."

As he spoke, he hurriedly tried to untie the rope, but because he was too nervous, his fingers were shaking and he couldn't untie it for a long time.

Liu Rangchen looked at Di Yin's clumsy appearance, and his anger grew even stronger: "Useless! You can't even do such a thing! What kind of Demon Lord are you? I think you should just become the disciple of Buyehou and learn these crooked ways!"

Di Yin's face flushed red, and he finally untied the rope and looked at Liu Rangchen: "Little bastard, don't get yourself hurt by being angry. How about...how about you beat me up to vent your anger?"

Liu Rangchen rubbed his wrist which was red from being tied by the rope and said coldly: "Hit you? That's too easy for you. I tell you, from now on, stay away from me! If you dare to use such despicable means again, I will never let you off easily!"

Di Yin's heart tightened, and he quickly grabbed Liu Rangchen's hand: "Little bastard, don't chase me away. I promise that I will never listen to Buyehou's lies again, and I will never use such despicable means again. Just give me another chance, okay?"

Liu Rangchen shook off Di Yin's hand and said in disgust, "Get lost! I originally thought that even if you were not a gentleman, you were at least an upright demon king. I didn't expect that you would be so despicable!"

Di Yin said anxiously: "You little bastard, listen to my excuse! Actually, I..."

Liu Rangchen didn't want to listen to his explanation at all. "Alright, stop talking nonsense to me. From now on, you are not allowed to see me again. Otherwise, I will definitely kill you!"

"I don't want it! You little bastard..."

The noise made by the two eventually woke up Cang Yuan who was next door. He quickly put on his outer robe and walked to Liu Rangchen's door in a few steps.

"boom--!"

Cang Yuan pushed open the door abruptly, and the scene inside the room instantly came into view. Liu Rangchen's clothes were disheveled, and there were still red marks on his wrists from the rope.

Di Yin looked panicked, still holding half a rope in his hand, and broken ropes were scattered on the ground beside him.

Upon seeing this scene, Cang Yuan felt a surge of hot blood rushing to his head, just like an old father who had raised his precious daughter with great difficulty but was taken advantage of by a pig.

"Little bastard—!"

Cang Yuan shouted, picked up the iron rod beside him, and rushed towards Di Yin, "How dare you come to my territory in the middle of the night and act wildly, I will punish you today!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Di Yin quickly ran around holding his head. Tables and chairs were knocked over and the sound of broken porcelain was endless. "Ghost King, calm down... It's a misunderstanding! This is all a misunderstanding!"

Seeing this, Liu Rangchen rushed forward, opened his arms, and stood in front of Cangyuan. "My Lord, my Lord! Please don't be impulsive! Calm down first, don't get yourself hurt by anger!"

Cang Yuan was so angry that he was out of breath. He raised the iron rod in his hand high up, "Rang Chen, this little beast dared to climb into your bed in the middle of the night, I must beat him to death! Move aside a little, don't let the blood splash on you.

Di Yin hid behind Liu Rangchen and half of his head stuck out. "Ghost King, this is really a misunderstanding! I was confused because I listened to the bad advice of Buyehou. Please forgive me this time. I will never dare to do it again!"

Cang Yuan snorted coldly, "Just based on a few words from him, you dare to provoke Rang Chen? If I don't teach you a lesson today, you don't know your place!" As he said that, Cang Yuan swung the iron rod again and smashed it towards Di Yin.

Liu Rangchen grabbed Cangyuan's arm tightly and pulled back. "My Lord, if you get angry and hurt yourself, how can I feel at ease?"

-

The next day, the weather was clear and cloudless.

After a busy day, Su Qingwei lay comfortably in the rocking chair, eyes slightly closed, enjoying a moment of relaxation.

Su Xiang stood behind him, pounding Su Qingwei's tense muscles with his hands rhythmically. "Dad, is this more comfortable? Do you need to adjust the strength?"

Su Qingwei nodded slightly, with a satisfied look on his face, "The strength is just right, very comfortable."

A few meters away, an abstract and loving scene was taking place.

Su Wenyan was holding a paintbrush, teaching Yinzhi how to paint. He leaned forward slightly, holding the paintbrush with his slender fingers, gently moving it on the white drawing paper, and whispered softly:

"Yinzhi, look at the palace of the Blood Sacrifice Pavilion. The eaves look like a bird spreading its wings and ready to fly. The glazed tiles sparkle like stars in the sunlight. When we paint, we must capture these subtle beauties."

Yinzhi was sitting nearby, her head tilted to one side. Hearing this, he shouted with a smile:

"Son, what you said is very interesting. Come on, teach me how to draw a little lion! It looks majestic and must be very difficult to draw."

Su Wenyan smiled and handed the paintbrush to Yinzhi. He gently held his hand and guided him to draw the lines:

"When we draw a little lion, we have to draw a round head first, and then add a pair of pointed ears. Look, it's like this. The little lion's eyes are bright and sparkling, like the brightest stars in the night sky."