âTomorrow your mother will take you back to the human world, I only have tonight with her, which of us do you think will have more time?â Di Cang spoke down at his son with a lecturing tone.
Bai Xiachen blinked and blinked.
How did I forget about that? Anyway, I will have plenty of time to stick to Mother after today. So what if Father gets to spend some time instead of me?
Howeverâ¦â¦
Just as he was about to open his mouth, the sound of Di Cangâs cheeky voice range out again.
âOf course, even if your mother doesnât plan to take you back to the human world tomorrow, you boy⦠can forget about stealing a woman from under your old manâs hand!â
Even against his own son, the demon king doesnât hold back and displays his dominance.
The steambunâs face almost cracked as he stared in disbelief at the man whom sired his existence.
âLing Yan, go stick to your brother.â Di Cang unceremoniously lifted the pipsqueak from her motherâs arms and threw her over to the boy instead.
Neverthelessâ¦â¦
In the face of this daughter, the dominating air that he used for the son did disperse and was replaced by the soft kind tone of a parent.
âDonât let him pester my wife.â
Di Ling Yan first looked upwards at her father, then at her older brother. Making a clever face with those big blue eyes, she giggled and promptly hooked her arms around Bai Xiachenâs neck.
âBig Brother, I want to hear a story, tell me a bedtime story?â The soft and crisp sound of the little milk bun instantly melted away Bai Xiachenâs heart.
âOkay, then big brother here will tell you the story about sleeping beautyâ¦.â
âSleeping beauty? Is she beautiful?â A light sparkled out of the pipsqueakâs eye over the name, the face curious and childish.
Nodding after a thought: âShould be, but not nearly as beautiful as Mother and our Ling Yan.â
âReally?â The pipsqueakâs got even more intrigued and wanted to know more, âHave Big Brother seen this sleeping beauty?â
âI havenât seen her, but perhaps Mother did. I heard this story from Mother when I was little. There are also many more stories like Snow White, Cinderella, andâ¦.â
Using the opportunity created by her daughterâs stickiness to the boy, Di Cang had already dragged his wife away in a burst of speeding blur for their bed-chamber.
âYan Yan, I miss you so muchâ¦â
Since the first encounter that year, he was doomed to fall into this endless cycle of loving her.
Itâs sad and pitiful for a man of his standing and ability, but heâs relishing and loving this descent into being a wife slave. This was especially true while they are together in bed. Whether it be him on top or his wife doing the laboring, the pair are in communication and sync of their rhythm.