Another exam was held that morning, and the Wolf King scored 5 points. But this wasn't a five-point scale—it was a strict hundred-point system.
Gu Qiqqi picked up the test paper covered in red crosses and cheerfully thrust it under the Wolf King's nose: "Rong Yi, you failed again! Same rules—you wash the dishes, take out the trash, and mop the floor—"
The Wolf King's handsome brows furrowed tightly, his eyes fixed on the glaring red score. A small dark cloud seemed to rise above his head: "I'm not washing dishes!"
"Then you cook?"
"You know I can't!"
"Fine, then write a statement admitting that you, the mighty Wolf King of the demon realm, are a flip-flopping, two-faced, unreliable big liar—" Gu Qiqqi dragged out her words.
"You..."
The Wolf King silently gathered his energy, fists clenched, then suddenly stood up and took a step toward the girl!
Gu Qiqqi was sitting face-to-face with him at that moment. Her body instinctively leaned back, her back pressing against the edge of the large desk.
"Wh-wh-what are you doing..."
She held a red pen in front of her chest like a shield. Up close, she saw a flash of green light in the Wolf King's dark pupils and immediately sensed something bad.
The Wolf King loomed over her, slowly spreading his arms like wrapping dumplings, effortlessly trapping Gu Qiqqi, the filling, in his embrace.
"You're messing with me."
His low, slightly hoarse voice sounded above her head, laced with anger and pressure, forcing Gu Qiqqi to lean back as far as she could.
"I..."
The pressure was too much; she couldn't speak.
"You're doing it on purpose."
The Wolf King leaned down even lower, his intense masculine aura rushing toward her, making Qiqqi's blood surge and her face burn red.
"I..."
Her little heart twitched.
"Still not admitting it?" The handsome man lowered his head again, his hot breath almost blowing into Qiqqi's ear!
Oh my god, I surrender!
Qiqqi suddenly struggled and jumped up: "No deal, no deal! This score is void!"
"Fine!"
Seeing his goal achieved, the Wolf King stood up and released her: "Then who washes the dishes today?"
"I—wash—the dishes!" Qiqqi raised the white flag.
"Who mops the floor?"
"I mop the floor."
"Who takes out the trash?"
"I..." Qiqqi sidestepped away from the desk: "Hey! Rong Yi, don't push it!"
Rong Yi smiled faintly, picking up the test paper from the desk.
"Crackle~"
The paper suddenly smoked in his hand, then eerie green flames flickered up, and the paper turned to ash in an instant!
Huh? Qiqqi's eyes widened as she gasped—what the heck? Samadhi True Fire?
"I'll ask you again—who takes out the trash?" The Wolf King stared at her.
"I do! I'll do it, okay?" Gu Qiqqi was completely defeated.
"Good."
The Wolf King clapped his hands, smiled, and strode out of the study.
Qiqqi stood frozen for a long moment. After the shock came great joy—could this be the legendary sorcery? Had his internal injuries healed, unlocking the seal on his magic?
Wow, amazing! I want to turn stone into gold!
"Rong Yi! Rong Yi!"
The girl rushed out ecstatically, only to see the Wolf King standing alone in the courtyard, hands behind his back, gazing at the sky in a forty-five-degree, bright and melancholy pose.
Beneath the lush, dense canopy, white locust flowers drifted down, a few landing on his black hair.
The girl stopped in her tracks—here we go again! Always putting on that melancholy look, are you some overly sentimental literary young man?
Rong Yi heard her footsteps and turned around: "Qiqqi, when do you plan to fix the house?"
So he had been looking up earlier, studying the big hole in the living room ceiling.
Gu Qiqqi scratched her hair: "In a few more days."
She was short on cash lately~
Rong Yi nodded, looking up at the sky again: "Better find a craftsman to patch it up soon—it's going to rain."
Huh?
Before Qiqqi could react, a thunderclap suddenly cracked in the clear sky! Then, rumbling thunder followed, and raindrops as big as beans began to fall from the sky...
Gu Qiqqi was drenched like a drowned rat, utterly exasperated—Wolf King, Wolf King, are you and the Thunder God old buddies?