Chapter 485: Little Jiu: I Feel a Little Hot
“…Just my stomach?”
Bai Feng stared at Little Jiu, suddenly feeling that her hand wasn’t exactly behaving itself just now.
Little Jiu, her face pinched into a pout, shot back, “I told you, it’s both principal and interest! Touching other parts of your body—what’s wrong with that? Besides, you’ve sampled my fine assets plenty, so don’t act innocent!”
“Stop! Don’t say those misleading things!” Bai Feng reached out and gently tapped her forehead. “And where exactly are your little hands wandering off to?”
“Well, I can’t see clearly inside the covers, it’s pitch dark!” Little Jiu retorted, puffing out her cheeks.
“…You, a Refinement Stage demon, how can you say you don’t see this?” Bai Feng couldn’t resist throwing in a snarky comment. “Was that your ‘revenge’ plan you thought up all day?”
“Just the start!” Little Jiu’s lips curled mischievously. “There’s harsher punishment waiting for you after this!”
“Oh? What’s the harsher punishment?”
“You’ll find out! And before it arrives, keep praying and tremble in fear!”
With that, Little Jiu dove back under the blanket.
Bai Feng looked helpless. “Forget it, I won’t argue with you. Anyway, be good with your little hands—oh, and turn back to normal!”
“Hmph!”
Cooled with a snort in reply.
Ugh, I really want to hang Little Jiu up and give her a good lecture…
But never mind. Let her be happy for three days first. After three days, I’ll sort her out.
As Bai Feng’s even breathing signaled he drifted into sleep, Little Jiu struck out again.
She reached with her tiny hand, but a few seconds later, she retracted it quietly and lay still on Bai Feng’s body.
Though she’d had plenty of schemes for “revenge” earlier, right now, she didn’t feel like going through with any of them. No, it’s not that she didn’t want to do anything, she just… just wanted to see how it felt to use Bai Feng as a pillow. Plus, it was a good way to lower his guard.
Yep, that’s exactly it!
With this thought, she laid her head on Bai Feng’s chest, slowly closed her eyes, and pretended to sleep.
In the early morning, Bai Feng looked down at Little Jiu, dead asleep on his chest, snoring softly. He wondered if she had fallen asleep while waiting for him to wake up.
If so, Little Jiu had just wasted a whole day. Hope she doesn’t start acting spoiled now.
But the expected scene didn’t happen. After waking, Little Jiu got up as usual—brush teeth, wash face, eat breakfast—completely as if she’d forgotten about her “revenge scheme.”
Soon, night fell again. Little Jiu remained quiet before sleep, until Bai Feng turned off the light and drifted into rest.
In the darkness, Little Jiu opened her eyes.
Tonight, she had to do something. No more wasting time!
Thinking back to Bai Feng’s treatment of her — treating her like a pet, even a pillow — and his shameless tickling of her ears, especially, she planned to get her revenge over these three days!
“Just massage, huh? I can do that too!”
Transforming into human form, Little Jiu fixed her gaze on Bai Feng but hesitated to strike.
‘Strange. Why does this feel… kind of boring?’
She pondered. Usually, whenever she wanted to do something, there’d be a fiery impulse—not now. Last night or tonight, her heart was completely flat for “revenge.”
Could it be… that she was actually enjoying Bai Feng’s teasing and messing around? Impossible!
Feeling guilty, she averted her gaze but didn’t want to do nothing. Slowly, she shrank back under the blanket, quietly lifted Bai Feng’s clothes, and placed her tiny hand on his abs.
“Guess I’ll just continue punishing him by turning him into a pillow!”
Her lips couldn’t contain a broad grin. Then she pressed her face near his, making odd little laughter sounds.
Meanwhile, Bai Feng, supposedly ‘sleeping,’—
After observing for a bit, he probably figured out what Little Jiu was up to. Like how he once liked to “s*ck on” cats or foxes, now it seemed Little Jiu was basically “sucking on” humans.
He thought it was pretty abstract—should he pretend to be asleep or wake up and stop her? After all, she was really unzipping his clothes.
‘Wait a bit. As long as she doesn’t go too far, I shouldn’t care.’
But, lo and behold, trouble struck.
Little Jiu fluttered her eyes slightly open. Her urge to act was stronger than ever, and she also noticed her body was starting to feel warm.
“Is it the inside of the quilt making me hot?”
She mumbled softly, her head a little dazed. After all, she was a big demon in the Refinement Stage. How could her tiny quilt make her feel so hot?
She was totally unaware of this and didn’t crawl out or leave the heat source beneath her. Instead, she clung tighter, as if hugging a cold-killing summer tool rather than heat.
At this moment, Bai Feng finally sensed something was off — what was Little Jiu doing?
He slowly lifted a corner of the blanket and glanced inside. The next moment, their eyes met—him peeking under the covers and her lying inside.
Usually, Little Jiu’s eyes carried that alluring fox charm, but more often, they were clear and carefree, with no worries. Now, her gaze was still flirtatious but tinged with a hint of menace.
“What’s wrong?”
“I feel a little hot.”
“Hot?”
Bai Feng paused, surprised. He could be sure—in normal circumstances, even jumping into a fire wouldn’t make a Refinement Stage demon feel this heat, especially with winter-appropriate bedding.
Just then, Little Jiu slowly moved closer to his face. Her cheeks and neck were tinged faint pink.
Seeing her bewitching eyes, Bai Feng started to suspect something, but he dismissed it—Little Jiu was in the Refinement Stage, she shouldn’t be like that…
Yet Little Jiu seemed to realize something too. She slowly averted her gaze and whispered softly, “Don’t think too much. I’m just a little hot. It’ll cool down soon.”
Seeing her stubborn attitude, Bai Feng couldn’t resist rubbing her ear.
“You, stop… don’t move…”
Unlike her usual tough tone, her voice now carried a tinge of softness and bashfulness.
But as Bai Feng withdrew his hand, a tail suddenly snaked out and wrapped around his wrist.
He looked down at Little Jiu, who avoided his gaze and muttered softly, “W-why, before, even when I struggled, you wouldn’t let go? Why are you letting go now?”
Bai Feng paused, pondering. Could Little Jiu be the passive type?
He placed his hand back, cautious. This time, Little Jiu seemed scared he’d pull away again, so she didn’t say anything and even nudged his palm with her head.
Meanwhile, her tail slowly curled and wrapped around his hand…
