A Useless Person's Rise to Power: The Demon King's Addiction to Pampering

Feng Jiutian didn't know why she suddenly had a brain fart and wanted to step forward to help this stranger.

Even though I'm not the kind of person who likes to lend a helping hand to others.

"Yes, sorry."

Mo Shaoxie seemed to realize that his reaction was too extreme, paused for a moment, and then made his words clear.

He stepped forward to apologize, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke somewhat awkwardly.

"It's alright." Feng Jiutian waved his hand to indicate that nothing was wrong, then a hint of interest appeared in his eyes. "Now you can tell me who you are, right?"

Mo Shaoxie remained silent for a while, but still didn't speak, his whole being sinking into a gloomy state.

Feng Jiutian searched her memory again and finally became quite certain that she had never seen the man in front of her before.

Her fingers, clasped gently across her chest, finally stopped thinking about it.

"Never mind, get the wheelchair up first."

Feng Jiutian knelt down to carefully examine the condition of the wheelchair, her eyebrows furrowing slightly.

“This wheel is stuck deep; you have to get up to get it out.”

Upon hearing Feng Jiutian's words, Mo Shaoxie's body stiffened slightly, though only for a moment, but Feng Jiutian still noticed it.

"I can't get up."

Mo Shaoxie spoke after a long while, his voice cold and slightly hoarse, revealing a sense of helplessness.

“I know.” Feng Jiutian stood up, walked to Mo Shaoxie, extended her right hand and placed it in front of Mo Shaoxie, opening her fair palm. “I’ll help you.”

Mo Shaoxie's gaze fell on Feng Jiutian's soft hand, and he seemed a little stunned. Then he turned his face away and looked to the other side: "This is against etiquette."

"Heh." Feng Jiutian chuckled, a hint of disdain on his face. "A gift? What's that? Can you eat it? Or can it help you get your wheels up?"

Mo Shaoxie seemed not to have expected Feng Jiutian to be so different. He turned his head and stared at Feng Jiutian with only one eye showing, somewhat stunned.

"hurry up."

Seeing that Mo Shaoxie hadn't moved for a long time, Feng Jiutian went forward, took his arm, and prepared to help him up from the wheelchair.

"I can do it myself!"

Mo Shaoxie was clearly frightened by Feng Jiutian's actions, gripping the wheelchair tightly with one hand, and a trace of panic appeared on his originally indifferent face.

I like obedient people.

Feng Jiutian raised a smile at the corner of her eye, released Mo Shaoxie's hand, and waited for him to help her up on his own.

Upon hearing Feng Jiutian's words, a dark glint flashed across Mo Shaoxie's eyes, so fast it was impossible to catch, before his eyes returned to their deep, still-deep state.

Mo Shaoxie tried to gently place his hand on Feng Jiutian's hand, moved his body slightly away from the wheelchair, and prepared to move the wheelchair away with his other hand.

“That won’t do.” Feng Jiutian saw through Mo Shaoxie’s thoughts. “You carry me. With your small frame, I can handle it.”

Small stature?

Mo Shaoxie looked down at his own body. Although he was a little weak because he had been sitting in a wheelchair for a long time, he was still a bit stronger than her.

Seeing the undeniable dark expression on Feng Jiutian's face, Mo Shaoxie did not hesitate for long. He supported Feng Jiutian's arms with both hands and managed to stand up.

Feng Jiutian's arm muscles tensed, and his body swayed.

Surprisingly, this man, who looked 'weak', was quite heavy!

Feng Jiutian held onto Mo Shaoxie's arm with one hand, while Mo Shaoxie grabbed her other hand. Her gaze fell on the wheelchair, but she didn't use her hand to push it away.