The demon master was beaten up

Mo Yu could no longer suppress his inner rage. His hand shot out like lightning, tightly grasping Qin Nuo's collar as if to rip his clothes apart. He glared at Qin Nuo with wide eyes, his voice low and threatening, "I'm warning you! You are absolutely not allowed to hurt Nini in the slightest! Otherwise, I won't let you go!"

Qin Nuo, however, met Mo Yu's fiery gaze fearlessly. His eyes were icy cold, like a thousand-year-old ice, devoid of any warmth. His lips curled up slightly, revealing a mocking smile as he said coldly, "Hmph, you're nothing but a coward! You don't even have the courage to confess your feelings to Bai Nini, and you're still dreaming of driving all the opposite sex away from her through such despicable means? Let me tell you, it's just wishful thinking! Furthermore, does Bai Nini know you harbor ill intentions towards her? Perhaps in her eyes, you're nothing more than a dispensable existence."

At that moment, the candlelight in the room flickered gently, illuminating Qin Nuo's handsome face. His charming peach blossom eyes, shimmering against the candlelight, shone like stars in the deep night sky, emitting a heart-pounding charm. However, at this moment, those eyes revealed an endless indifference and disdain that frightened people.

Mo Yu slowly loosened his clenched hands, as if all the strength had been drained from him. He sat down, dejected and dejected. He strained his lips, revealing a smile uglier than tears. "Sorry... Mr. Qin! I lost control of my emotions just now. I'm so sorry!" Before he could finish his words, he collapsed onto the bed like a deflated ball. He quickly rolled over, facing the wall, and closed his eyes, feigning sleep.

On the other side, Qin Nuo pursed his lips tightly, saying nothing, just staring silently at the bright moonlight outside the window. However, his thoughts had already drifted far away, and Bai Nini's rough life experience kept emerging in his mind.

If something like this happened to him, he probably wouldn't be able to maintain the same positive and sunny attitude as Bai Nini. After all, Qin Nuo had always grown up in a family environment with extremely good material conditions. Whether it was his parents or other elders, they all cared for him and doted on him!

Qin Nuo stood quietly by the window, the minutes ticking by, and he didn't know how much time had passed. Suddenly, a strong feeling of self-blame and regret welled up in his heart - it turned out that he had been so muddle-headed and absurd in the past!

He cautiously pushed open the door, as if afraid the slightest sound would disturb the tranquility. His feet landed gently on the ground, and he slowly stood up, his gaze fixed on the center of the courtyard. Taking a deep breath, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed the familiar number—his father, Qin Haitian. However, just as he waited for his father's warm voice, the phone remained silent.

Qin Nuo frowned, looking at the screen in confusion. He noticed the words "No Service" on it. He couldn't help but feel frustrated, secretly complaining: What should I do? He had originally planned to use this opportunity to apologize to his father and explain the previous misunderstanding, but now he couldn't even get through on the phone.

Helplessly, he could only smile wryly and shake his head, trying to calm his inner uneasiness. Despite this, the urge to apologize still surged within him. Unfortunately, reality was always so cruel and merciless, leaving no one with even the slightest chance to breathe.

Qin Nuo sighed deeply, turned around, and walked back to his room with heavy steps. As soon as he entered, he threw himself directly onto the narrow, short wooden bed, as if all his strength had been drained away in an instant. The faint candlelight in the room had gone out at some point, leaving only darkness and silence.

He gazed up at the shattered roof above him, his thoughts drifting away. Perhaps he could endure such a harsh environment for just a few days, but if he were to live here for a long time like Bai Nini... Qin Nuo couldn't help but shudder at the thought, secretly thankful he wasn't the one facing such a predicament. After all, not everyone could easily endure more than a decade; it was pure torture!

The next morning, when the sky in the east was just beginning to turn pale, Bai Nini got up early and walked briskly into the kitchen. The sunlight poured in through the window, bringing a touch of warmth and brightness to the entire kitchen.

Meanwhile, Mo Yu followed into the kitchen, a smile on his face, ready to help Bai Nini prepare this hearty breakfast. Bai Nini expertly placed the pot on the stove and began to cook rice porridge. As time went by, a tempting aroma gradually wafted from the pot.

Next, Bai Nini picked out a few fresh sweet potatoes from the nearby basket. Their purple-red skin looked incredibly tempting. She gently picked one up, carefully peeled it with a knife, and then cut it into small pieces for later use.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. It turned out to be the neighbor's aunt, who had brought some vegetables and fruits grown at home. Bai Nini gratefully accepted the gift and invited the aunt in for a seat, but the aunt just smiled and waved her hand, indicating that she had other things to do.

Just as Bai Nini was about to continue cooking, there was another knock on the door. This time it was Grandma Yin, carrying a jar of homemade pickled vegetables. Bai Nini hurried over, took the pickles, and thanked Grandma Yin.

Looking at the rich ingredients in front of her, Bai Nini turned to Mo Yu and said, "The neighbor aunt sent us so many delicious foods early in the morning, plus the pickled vegetables sent by Grandma Yin, our breakfast today is so rich!" After saying that, she showed a satisfied smile.

Mo Yu couldn't help but laugh after hearing this. He praised, "Nini, even the most ordinary and simple ingredients can be transformed into delicious dishes through your skillful cooking!"

Hearing this, Bai Nini's cheeks flushed slightly. She lowered her head shyly and responded softly: "No, actually, Brother Yu, you have too low expectations of my cooking skills! But as long as you can enjoy your meal, I will be satisfied." After that, the two smiled at each other.

Mo Yu carefully placed a branch into the stove, as if it held a weight of both anticipation and anxiety. He quietly gazed at the flames licking the branch, his heart churning like a vast ocean. Finally, after a long and difficult inner struggle, he mustered the courage and whispered in a low, slightly trembling voice, "Nini, do you... do you have any special requirements for your future boyfriend?"