He is Ou Jue, just the mere mention of his name is enough to make everyone look up in awe.

Who can control him? 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Who dares to control him?!

This privilege is reserved only for the idiot in his arms.

Awooo.

Xiyan’s heart felt like popcorn bursting with happiness, sweet and delightful.

Ou Jue promised me he’d quit smoking~

Why do I feel this inexplicable sense of accomplishment?

——

The Demon King left his own room and insisted on shamelessly clinging to Xiyan in the guest room, sleeping together the whole night.

The next morning.

On days when there’s no school, you can sleep until you naturally wake up.

When Xiyan woke up, it was already past eight.

Ou Jue was already dressed in a suit, his signature black suit was pressed neatly, accentuating his straight and upright frame.

While adjusting his tie, he walked over, "Xia Xiyan, get up."

"Mmm, don’t want to—" Xiyan rolled over.

"No way, get up!" Ou Jue’s tone brooked no argument, he directly pulled her up, "You must eat breakfast. Finish eating, then you can sleep."

After saying that, he even walked into the bathroom to squeeze toothpaste onto her toothbrush.

...Wait a second, why was he doing this?

It was completely instinctive.

Qianmo peeked her head out and sweetly said, "Ou Jue-ge, hurry up, I’m waiting for you to eat breakfast and then go to the hospital together to bring Aunt back home."

Xiyan sat up, still in a daze, but as soon as she heard that Ou Jue was going to bring her mom home, her whole body froze like an alarm was sounded.

Ah crap, Ou Jue’s mom is being discharged?!

They’re heading back to the Ou Mansion later?

Aaaaahhhhh!!

She hurriedly jumped out of bed and dashed straight for the bathroom.

"Get back here!" Ou Jue commanded in a low voice, then strode over in a few steps and directly lifted Xiyan into his arms, glaring at her angrily from above, "Xia Xiyan, try running around barefoot again and see what happens? How old are you? Even Ou Xiaoluo knows not to run barefoot on the floor!"

Uh oh.

Xiyan looked down and cringed in embarrassment.

She had been so flustered just now that she didn’t even wear shoes before rushing to the bathroom.

Ou Jue set Xiyan back on the bed, kneeled on one knee, and started putting shoes on her.

At the doorway, Qianmo felt like her eyes were about to go blind.

Did she just see what she saw?

The indisputably high-and-mighty Ou Jue, actually kneeling on one knee, putting shoes on a woman?!

Xiyan’s face flushed red, and she quickly said, "Just give them to me, I’ll put them on myself."

"Don’t move!" Ou Jue said firmly as he finished putting her shoes on, then stood up, "Go brush your teeth, I’ve already squeezed the toothpaste for you."

Xiyan got up and lightly coughed, "You treating me like this makes me feel like... like I’m a second-degree disabled person..."

"I want to treat you this way. Who dares to have an opinion?" Ou Jue urged, "Hurry up; you’ve got fifteen minutes to freshen up. I’ll wait for you downstairs."

"Got it." Xiyan shut the bathroom door behind her and looked at the toothbrush with toothpaste already squeezed onto it.

Ah, why does this feel so much like being newlyweds already? Ugh, so embarrassing...

Happily, she finished brushing her teeth, washed her face, and stared at the mirror for a while to ensure everything looked okay before heading out.

As soon as she walked out, she found Qianmo still standing by the door, glaring daggers at her.

Ahhh!

Xiyan took a step back, "What are you doing?"

"Xia Xiyan, can you act a little more decent? This isn’t your house, got it? Sleeping in so late is already rude enough, and now you even let Ou Jue-ge put your shoes on and squeeze your toothpaste? Who do you think you are?"