Chapter 215
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Chapter 215: He Looked as if Someone Had Bullied Him
"Lin Lin is human, so humans are precious."
Lin Lin heard the young man say these words. She paused for a moment, then looked back at Your Majesty the Demon King.
The other person did not seem to think they had said anything remarkable.
Your Majesty the Demon King’s pale skin still showed a blush, looking very unwell.
After drinking all the water in the cup, the young man rested his chin on the piled soft blankets for a short moment.
"Thank you," Lin Lin spoke.
The young man looked up weakly, unsure why Lin Lin suddenly thanked him.
"Why are you saying thank you?" Your Majesty the Demon King asked, looking at her with curious purple eyes. "Did I help you in any way?"
He was just stating the truth.
Lin Lin believed she was a very ordinary human. Part of her ordinariness was that sometimes she felt shy when expressing her true thoughts. She could freely make jokes, but when she said something serious and kind, she would stammer.
Lin Lin reached out her hand and gently ruffled Your Majesty the Demon King’s hair, just like she did when she patted the young Demon King.
His hair was still soft and fluffy. Lin Lin smiled and then bent down, resting her forehead against his head.
The horns on the demon’s forehead brushed against her own, a delicate and firm touch.
Because he had a fever, the young man’s forehead was very warm, with a slightly sweaty and sticky feeling.
Lin Lin gently touched the young man’s forehead with hers, then pulled back.
"The sweat will get on your face…" the young man mumbled as he rubbed his own forehead, then he raised his eyes, fogged by the heat, to look at the human woman who had suddenly bent down to touch her forehead to his.
"I thank you because I am very happy," Lin Lin said.
Your Majesty the Demon King blinked, his blurry gaze focused, and he saw the human woman’s slightly flushed face clearly.
She smiled a little shyly, her fair cheeks tinged with a soft red because of her embarrassment. She smiled just a bit and tried not to show too much emotion, so only a little bit of white showed from her teeth.
Although she had black hair too, the human woman’s hair was straight, looking very fresh and beautiful even without careful styling.
Your Majesty the Demon King also noticed the light red marks on her forehead because they had just touched foreheads, leaving small impressions from his horns on her fair skin.
The two marks looked like a pair of pink petals resting on her face.
"Thank you for saying I am important," Lin Lin said, "even though my intention was not for you to come after me from two hundred years later. But I am really grateful you think I am important, it makes me very happy."
I am also very happy. On a normal day, Your Majesty the Demon King could open his arms and happily tell Lin Lin this without thinking.
You are happy, so I am happy too. Even though I don’t quite understand why you are happy, I am still happy.
Your Majesty the Demon King was ready to respond this way; he lightly touched the dark blanket with his pale fingers, but the words that were usually on the tip of his tongue didn’t come out this time.
The violet eyes reflected a gentle smile from a human woman.
His face began to heat up; the young man’s cheeks, already red from a fever, became even redder, spreading from the tips of his ears to the roots and neck, disappearing into the collar of his shirt.
Happy words cannot be simply and directly said on a normal day.
How strange.
Emotions are tools and weapons for the demon race, yet he began to hide them.
Gathering his courage, the young man slightly raised his head, looking as if he had something to say.
Lin Lin lowered her head, focused on the patient, and smiled at him.
"I am happy too," the young man said, but his voice was very low. As he spoke, warmth came out of his mouth and ears. The little lamb felt dizzy, and his mind was a blur. Even the words he spoke were out of his control.
"Hmm?" Humans do not hear as well as demons. Compared to their delicate thoughts, humans’ dull senses made her understand the unspoken feelings among demons.
She needed to look closely at the other person to notice the details.
The young man turned away from the human woman’s gaze and buried his head in the soft blanket.
"I really like you, and if you’re happy, I’m happy too!" The young man spoke, his muffled voice coming from under the blanket.
When he spoke under the blanket, the warmth from his mouth soaked into the cotton, warming his overheated cheeks.
"I like you too," was the clear answer from the human woman.
The young man paused, buried in the blanket, and closed his mouth.
He paused for a few seconds, warmth filling his eyes, and his misty purple eyes began to cry, making them wet and hot.
The tears soaked into the blanket, and even his breathing stopped.
The little sheep king didn’t know why he suddenly felt his heart beating, his palms growing warm, or why he was crying, or why he felt so sad and wronged.
It was as if someone had bullied him.
But who had bullied him? He couldn’t find the answer.
He didn’t want to cry like he usually did, lying on Lin Lin’s shoulder and sobbing.
He tightened his grip on the blanket again, wanting to hide himself inside it, but afraid that the other person would see him secretly crying.
Perhaps it wasn’t him crying; maybe the blanket’s moisture had just wet his eyes.
"What’s wrong?" When he buried his head in the blanket and didn’t respond for a long time, Lin Lin asked him in confusion, then gently patted his head, a gesture he liked very much.
Tears overflowed from his eyes again, and the young man felt lost and hurt.
He buried himself under layers of blankets.
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"This is the coffin," Lin Lin mimicked putting herself into a coffin in the air, "when I got inside before, I could hear Teacher Safir’s voice."
Compared to Lin Lin’s seriousness, Fallen Angel seemed very carefree.
"Hmm," Twanasha replied.
"…Don’t just say one word," if she didn’t need anything from him, Lin Lin even thought about giving the blonde angel a little squeeze on the throat, which was her special talent.
Her strength in this area was indeed growing day by day.
Twanasha had to turn her gaze back to the coffin, "If you lie down in there now, I can send you to the real world."
He never pays attention to the atmosphere when he speaks, and he is not good at considering other people’s feelings.
After all, in the past, the followers of the God of Light would not complain to the angels about each other’s indifference; he only needed to fulfill the wishes of certain people selectively, and they would be endlessly grateful.
Lin Lin paused for a moment, "I cannot leave Your Majesty the Demon King here."
She thought for a moment, "I cannot disappear in front of him anymore."
Your Majesty the Demon King was already troubled by being caught in the whirlpool of time; if she chose to flee this time, it would only make him feel worse.
The light golden eyes glanced at Lin Lin, and the Fallen Angel confirmed with her, "You prayed to the God of Light for help to escape."
"I have changed the request now," Lin Lin nodded seriously.
Twanasha rarely remained silent not because he wanted to, but because he truly found it hard to say anything.
Her attitude towards the God of Light was too casual; as "the hem of the God," Twanasha felt a subtle sense of being treated lightly himself.
I’m not angry, I just think it’s strange.
"I don’t know what kind of feeling made her say, ‘You have to stay with the God of Light for three months.’"
"I know, no need to tell me," Lin Lin said, feeling overwhelmed by this sentence. She nudged Twanasha and asked, "Is there any other way? Can we unlock this space?"
"If you can convince him, that would be the best," Twanasha replied.
"Let’s talk about something else, something easier," Lin Lin had already realized the stubborn nature of Your Majesty the Demon King.
Then, the Fallen Angel’s gaze returned to the coffin beside Lin Lin and said, "Or just break it."
Lin Lin blinked slowly.
Lin Lin frowned and said, "How should I put this…"
Lin Lin felt she shouldn’t question the person helping her, but this didn’t seem like a good choice.
"Is it really okay to break this coffin? It holds…" Lin Lin paused for a moment.
Inside it is the body of the young Demon King.
Even though Lin Lin has climbed inside many times and has grown used to the peace in the coffin, unlike this place, the coffin in the real world holds the body of the young Demon King.
So, even though Lin Lin knows that the coffin is a passage connecting two worlds, she has always avoided breaking it.
She was following the dark mist that spilled out from the gaps.
"Oh." The Fallen Angel did not answer Lin Lin’s question and instead showed a slight look of disappointment.
"Wait!" Lin Lin became cautious, "Were you just planning to use my hands to hurt him! Are you disappointed?"
Indeed, it was not wise to let an old enemy help!
Thinking about how Twanasha, though a Fallen Angel, still had a connection to the God of Light, made Lin Lin even more uneasy.
"You’ve been hiding as a statue in Demon King Castle for so long; you haven’t told the God of Light all the secrets of the castle, have you?"
Lin Lin was very good at guessing what others were thinking based on the morals of Demon King Castle.
Twanasha clearly did not understand why Lin Lin suddenly thought of this. The Fallen Angel glanced at Lin Lin with her light golden eyes, letting out a slight sigh, feeling a kind of tiredness for no reason.
"No," Twanasha replied.
"No leaks?" Lin Lin showed a skeptical expression, but because she trusted the morals of everyone from the light type, she accepted this explanation.
"There are no business secrets," Twanasha said.
