That was their first kiss—pure and sweet. Everything around them vanished in an instant, as if only the two of them remained in the world. Both closed their eyes, yet they saw each other's faces in their hearts. Time stretched infinitely long, then shrank impossibly short, tender emotions flooding their hearts. Both hearts stopped simultaneously, then began pounding wildly.
Rong Yi gently tasted the sweetness beneath his lips—so soft, so beautiful, carrying the faint fragrance of a maiden and Qiqi's unique scent... He couldn't help but press harder, wanting more, but the girl let out an involuntary whimper.
"Mmm... Rong Yi... you're so heavy..." Qiqi moaned, her face flushed.
Rong Yi suddenly snapped back to reality—what was he doing?
He quickly propped himself up with one hand, leaped lightly, and landed on the floor.
Standing in the middle of the room, he gasped heavily.
Qiqi also pushed herself up, her eyes hazy, her breathing rapid.
They glanced at each other, then both turned away as if shocked—Qiqi's face was crimson, and Rong Yi's cheeks were tinged with embarrassment.
"This... is, is, this prince's, morning crankiness..." Rong Yi awkwardly tossed out this line.
Morning crankiness... Qiqi was dumbfounded.
Seeing the strange look on the girl's face, Rong Yi's heart skipped a beat—oh no, she's angry.
Flustered, he quickly pulled a stack of red banknotes from his pocket and tossed them onto the nightstand: "Sorry, and, this is money for you."
Then, with a *whoosh*, he vanished into thin air.
That guy, he actually used teleportation.
Qiqi didn't get up to chase him. Instead, she slumped weakly onto the bed.
She curled up in the corner of the bed, burying her face in the soft pillow.
Rong Yi, he actually, kissed me... Though it was sudden, it felt so sweet...
Thinking this, her face grew even redder, almost burning.
Life seemed to have veered off course, everything heading in an unexpected direction. So what should she do now? Should she really accept Rong Yi's proposal and date him? But after all, he was a demon. Even if she could overcome that difference, he would eventually have to return to the demon realm, right? If he had to go back, what should she do? Go with him? Or could he stay for her?
The girl thought seriously, but the more she thought, the more muddled her mind became.
Then her gaze fell on the stack of red bills on the nightstand—money, Renminbi, and all hundred-yuan notes.
Rong Yi just said—money for me? Could it be that he thought kissing her meant he had to pay?
Oh my god, where did he learn such a bizarre logic?
Qiqi picked up the money, counted it, and was stunned again—fifty thousand? Why so much money? Did he not come home last night, and instead rob a bank?
"Rong Yi, come out right now. Immediately, right this second, get over here!" she shouted.
No one answered. Helpless, Qiqi rushed out to find him.
When she reached the yard, Rong Yi popped his head out of the kitchen, holding a pot, with a calm expression: "Qiqi, what's up?"
He was acting as if nothing had happened.
Remembering the scene from earlier, Qiqi's face reddened again, and she didn't know where to put her hands or feet. Just then, she caught a glimpse of the green flames flickering in Rong Yi's right palm and blurted out: "You... what are you doing?"