Chapter 238
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Chapter 238: "Like."
The Demon King is not a foolish person.
Even though Lin Lin and Safir often joke that the Demon King is a happy fool, if the Demon King really were a fool, Safir would probably just breathe fire and try to roast him while he was still a lump of coal.
So, when the Demon King was very happy, his purple eyes sparkling as he told Lin Lin his heart was beating fast, he understood Lin Lin’s brief expression.
Compared to the joyful feeling of suddenly discovering the emotion of "liking" and wanting to share it, Lin Lin appeared more shy and uneasy.
She did not seem very happy, at least not as happy as he was.
The Demon King blinked.
In that moment, Your Majesty the Demon King, who was always pushed to high places and had sat atop a tall tower since childhood, vaguely realized that Lin Lin, as a human who had matured in spirit earlier than the demon race, probably knew that feeling long ago.
But Lin Lin did not tell him.
After a brief moment of confusion, the Demon King looked back at Lin Lin.
When the Demon King was not causing a fuss, he looked very handsome, almost noble.
His shiny, black curls brushed against the side of his face; the demon race belonged to the night, and the young man of the night had a breathtaking beauty that blended into the darkness.
Lin Lin remembered many moments, when this princess of the tall tower curled up on layers of soft bedding, and when he floated down from the balcony, stepping lightly in the moonlight.
Your Majesty the Demon King’s noisy little problems are never his true pain; it is the loneliness he swallows in silence that truly hurts him.
Sometimes Lin Lin wishes he would be quieter, but other times she worries he is too quiet.
Like now, facing Your Majesty the Demon King’s silence, Lin Lin does not know how to respond.
Should she try to act a little more relaxed? Or would it be better to be serious?
She has faced the Demon King in countless situations before, but this time, Lin Lin really doesn’t feel as confident as she used to.
The young man with black hair tilted his head slightly.
Lin Lin realized the Demon King was watching her. His personality is usually carefree, and even today, with his hair tied up, his dark curls still look loose and smooth.
The young man’s gaze was fixed on Lin Lin, and the warm summer evening breeze carried a restless heat.
They were sitting in the reception room on the first floor of Demon King Castle. The deep red curtains were tied up high, and this place is a common passage; anyone who happened to glance here would see that something feels off between the two.
She wanted to escape this atmosphere, she really wanted to run away.
Lin Lin pressed her hands down on the sofa, sinking into its curved shape.
This was not her intention; it was her body’s natural response. The young man’s sharp gaze focused on her hand, and his broad shoulders slightly slumped down, a signal like a wild animal preparing to attack.
Lin Lin felt even more nervous. She had a sense that something beyond her control was about to happen, but she had no way to stop it reasonably.
Just when she thought the young man might really attack her, she suddenly heard a very soft sound in the silence.
It was so soft that Lin Lin almost thought it was a breeze passing by her ear.
"I like it."
The young man from the demon race opened his lips and spoke this word.
Lin Lin’s mind went blank for two seconds; the anxious warmth froze in an instant, and she barely had time to form a sentence with that word.
Someone completed the task for her.
The young man tilted his head, lowered his body in front of her, and approached her carefully, trying not to put any pressure on her.
He got too close, and Lin Lin could even see his long, defined eyelashes.
At the same time, Lin Lin could smell that familiar, sweet fragrance.
The young man’s eyes were still clear and bright, and he approached Lin Lin with an animal-like stance, showing that his feelings were not learned from the outside world, but rather his own clumsy understanding as a demon.
Then, Lin Lin saw the young man speak again.
But this time he spoke more smoothly and confidently.
"I like you."
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Frustrated, Lin Lin hadn’t felt this deeply for a long time.
Although she remembered her embarrassing moments randomly every night before sleep, the latest embarrassing incident happened a long time ago, until now, replaced by this evening.
She didn’t show the graceful side she wanted to be; she couldn’t even reply or respond, feeling completely flustered.
After the young demon said "like," Lin Lin’s brain froze, and when he said "I like you," she jumped up from the sofa, her face red, pushed the Demon King away, and quickly ran away.
Ah, if only she had such excellent reflexes when escaping for her life.
It is clear that compared to a life-threatening situation, awkward moments made Lin Lin want to find a crack in the ground to hide in.
Later on, while running in the corridor of Demon King Castle, Lin Lin’s mind was filled with chaotic fragments, and she couldn’t remember the expression on the Demon King’s face when she pushed him away.
She just ran, really just ran. After Lin Lin got back to her bedroom, she couldn’t stop coughing and drank three big cups of water to calm down.
After putting the cup down, Lin Lin stretched out her hands to support the table, her expression serious.
Oh no, I’ve encountered the type of love I fear the most, the kind that feels like a puppy’s affection.
Although Lin Lin had prepared herself, it seems her preparation was still too little; she didn’t expect the other person to be so direct.
The young man from the demon race was completely clueless about feelings, but at midnight, he had a sudden realization and began to confess at the very next second.
The Demon King is the type who is completely open, sincere, and passionate.
What’s even more frightening is that he has no shame.
This guy never thinks about pride, and he doesn’t back down easily; he is the type who breaks free from the chains of time, even knocking himself out from his teenage years, just to come in front of Lin Lin and bleat like a sheep.
Ah, why didn’t I realize before that this was his terrifying side!
Why did I only find it annoyingly funny before!
Lin Lin let out a laugh.
Soon the smile faded, Lin Lin slightly frowned and stretched out her hand to cover her heart, feeling it beating wildly inside.
She had rested for a while, so her heart should have calmed down after running intensely.
Why is it still beating so fast?
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"That’s quite rare…" the Dark Elf said, "You skipped work."
"I took a leave," Lin Lin corrected Felix, "I am using my leave time properly."
"Oh," the Dark Elf lazily looked up, the bright summer light made him feel sleepy all day, and he hadn’t been scheduled much during the summer, making him quite a lazy person in the Demon King Castle.
Lin Lin offered Felix a vanilla-flavored popsicle, "Have there been any recent gossip? Tell me about it."
Felix put the popsicle in his mouth. Soon, the picky Dark Elf made a noise of disapproval, and the young man showed a conflicted expression. Then, thinking this was a gift from a woman, he put the popsicle back in his mouth, crunching and chewing, trying to finish it quickly.
"There hasn’t been anything interesting lately," the Dark Elf, who was good at hiding and had sharp hearing, said. Felix always seemed to know some strange things. "Does the matter of Your Majesty the Demon King count? He was still sitting in the living room late last night."
Felix heard the gossip he didn’t want to hear, but he couldn’t just say he wasn’t interested because this was the kind of topic "Lin Lin" usually found intriguing.
Lin Lin, "Hmm?"
Felix looked up, "Why do you seem so uninterested today? Are you feeling down?"
Lin Lin shook her head quickly, "No."
Felix continued to analyze, "The Demon King usually goes to bed by that time, so something must have happened yesterday."
"Yes," Lin Lin repeated, "what happened?"
The Dark Elf’s gaze shifted back to Lin Lin. As a skilled liar, Felix could catch any clue.
Felix didn’t want to dismiss Lin Lin because that would upset her, but ever since they met today, she had too many inconsistencies. It was hard for Felix not to notice something was off.
The Dark Elf’s sharp gaze met Lin Lin’s, and Lin Lin looked away.
Felix asked, "What are you ashamed of?"
I am not. Lin Lin wanted to answer like that, but she stayed silent.
The Dark Elf’s lazy demeanor vanished; he tried to gather useful information from Lin Lin by assessing every detail of her face, like evaluating treasures in a cave.
He asked several questions one after another, but Lin Lin did not respond.
But perhaps Lin Lin’s expression betrayed her.
In any case, Felix lifted the corner of his mouth and scoffed, "What happened between you and the Demon King? Did he confess to you?"
Lin Lin lowered her head and silently covered her ears.
"Oh my!" Felix jumped out of his chair, came in front of Lin Lin, and began to curse the Demon King, "That shameless, sly thief!"
Ah?
Even though Lin Lin was busy escaping, when she heard the thief talking about another thief, she couldn’t help but show a puzzled expression and didn’t cover her ears anymore.
"Listen," Felix said, his bandaged hands resting on Lin Lin’s shoulders, "He is definitely not sincere! You know the Demon King is a slow person; maybe he hasn’t even noticed spring is coming? A person like him, who is very self-centered, is likely to spend a whole season alone!"
Felix’s determined effort to speak badly of others was quite comforting; he truly doesn’t worry about minor problems.
"Alright, alright," Lin Lin reassured Felix to put him at ease, "What you said makes a lot of sense, I understand."
Lin Lin escaped from Felix’s insults about the Demon King; if she kept listening, it would probably go on for a while.
Lin Lin decided to go to the other side of Demon King Castle to see the monsters’ lava resting area, and she walked up the corridor on the second floor.
She saw a person standing on the other side of the corridor.
It was Your Majesty the Demon King, whom Lin Lin had been avoiding all day; she had even asked Safir for a leave of absence today.
As Lin Lin hesitated about whether to greet him, the young man standing across from her revealed the same bright smile as usual. Your Majesty the Demon King quickly walked to Lin Lin’s side.
The corridor was long, with sunlight streaming through the stained glass, casting colorful beams in the air.
The young man came through those beams, his eyes filled with warmth.
Lin Lin’s heart skipped a beat.
"Lin," the young man said brightly, looking at Lin Lin, as if yesterday’s events had vanished, "I had them bring new books for you. Do you want to take a look? Teacher Safir said you were absent. Are you feeling unwell?"
The memory of yesterday seemed to have been silently erased, a result of Your Majesty the Demon King’s deep thoughts at night.
The demon race, ruled by desire, knows best how to show restraint.
A gift waited for a long time, marked with a symbol, yet never truly obtained.
A great price paid to build a cage of time, released by a single word.
It seemed that she had pushed him away many times before they all understood.
Last night, after Lin Lin pushed him away, the young man showed a gentle smile.
It was the smile that Lin Lin was most afraid to look at.
At first, she had set out with her little camera to find photos for him because of that gentle but flawed smile.
Clearly, she had hoped to fill that smile from the very beginning.
Her nose felt unexplainably sore.
Lin Lin could no longer teasingly say the old phrase, "Whose little lamb is this?"
Because he truly was a well-behaved little lamb who was good at enduring pain.
Lin Lin stood in silence, and the young man beside her slightly bent his body and spoke softly, "Is it that you don’t like me enough? I still have some music records."
Lin Lin shook her head and stepped closer to the young man, who naturally wrapped his arms around her. His broad body still gave off a sweet and warm scent, and he gently patted her thin back.
"I didn’t mean to make you sad by confessing," the Demon King murmured.
Your Majesty the Demon King was always self-centered, and this was one of the rare moments when he began to feel regret.
Lin Lin shook her head once more.
"I’m not sad," Lin Lin said. "I just suddenly realized that I was probably shy yesterday."
The Demon King was silent for two seconds.
The Demon King asked, "Can I see your face?"
Lin Lin said, "No."
The Demon King replied, "Alright."
Demon King, "Can I lick you?"
Lin Lin, "No."
Demon King, "Alright."
