64. The Clingy Little Spirit

"Achoo!"

In Yun City, at the Huayan Residence, Leo’s dwelling.

Sniffing the rich perfume scent coming from the woman, Leo suddenly let out a massive sneeze.

Daisy’s sexy red lips pouted in dissatisfaction, her beautiful blue fox-like eyes looking at him with immense grievance. "Your spit dirtied my dress. I sentence you to buy me a brand-new set!"

Leo was angered into a laugh. He smoothly pinned her down onto the sofa behind her, leaning down with an exceptionally oppressive proximity to look down at her:

"Hey, how much longer are you going to freeload at my house?"

Although he was smiling, those emotionless, desireless peach-blossom eyes looked so resolute it seemed as if he were aiming for a government position. It was as if the person he pinned down right now wasn't a glamorous, mixed-race beauty of four nations, but an enemy who had stolen his rations.

Daisy blinked her eyes. "What do you mean 'freeload'?"

She lifted her face, her ambiguous breath brushing past his ear as she chuckled softly, "Ivy said it herself—I am her best friend, a VIP guest of your family, and you are responsible for hosting me properly. Understand?"

After speaking, her soft lips, as if inadvertently, lightly brushed across his smooth and handsome jawline.

Leo’s expression froze instantly.

"What on earth is wrong with you..."

At 11:00 PM, at the Starry Yard.

The bedroom lights had already been turned off, leaving only a hazy little nightlight on.

Amidst the light and shadow, Tara half-propped her body up from the man's firm embrace, her beautiful brows furrowed as she looked at his close-at-hand, handsome face with uneasiness and frustration.

Tonight, she had specially worn a silk nightgown that highlighted her figure. The fabric was smooth, delicate, and lustrous, and the neckline was bordered with lace embroidery, partially covering and partially revealing a hazy temptation.

Come to think of it, this nightgown was actually something he had bought for her.

Usually, it was completely impossible for her to wear this type of nightgown.

For him to specially buy her this kind of nightgown—wasn't that just a hint for her to seduce him?

But now, she had taken her bath, specially applied a very, very fragrant body lotion, the lights were extinguished, and everything was prepared and ready—yet he actually just closed his eyes like this?

Was he incompetent?

Today was already the fifth day of their cohabitation. It was agreed that she would come to be his lover, yet he still hadn't truly slept with her up until now.

Of course, he had also never mentioned helping her family revive their company.

She looked at him uneasily, her beautiful apricot eyes uncontrollably turning red and watery as she murmured in a small voice, "Do you have another little lover outside?"

Amidst the dim tranquility, a deep, low sigh echoed softly.

Killian ultimately opened his eyes after all, his large palm caressingly stroking her soft, tender cheek, coaxing softly, "No."

【Killian, when I enter the identity disorder state again, you absolutely must not do it with me again.】

Yesterday, her words as she whimpered and covered her waist flashed across his mind once more.

In truth, during the few days she was lucid, they had done it every single day, and each time was long-lasting and intense.

It was just that now she had suddenly switched back to "Little Lover Tara" and forgotten all of it.

To do it every day—of course he could, and he was even highly willing to. The problem was that her body simply couldn't take it.

But Little Lover Tara didn't think this way.

She lacked the memories from these past few days.

Those marks that suddenly appeared on her body—she assumed they were mosquito bites.

The soreness in her waist—she also assumed it was because she had slept for too long, caused by her dislike of exercise.

In short, she completely failed to realize that her current physical condition was already severely overdrawn.

Therefore, within her perception, this "sugar daddy" who kept her out of a sudden whim of physical attraction hadn't touched her even once up until now.

This brought about a massive crisis within her, making her uneasily believe that she was currently losing the value a lover ought to possess in his eyes.

Even though he had already emphasized to her that she wasn't his lover and that they were equals, meaning she didn't need to always intentionally please him, it still failed to shake the character setting imagined inside her head.

She stubbornly believed she was Little Lover Tara and ought to fulfill all of Little Lover Tara's "tasks." If a task failed, it would make her feel incomparably uneasy.

Killian was helpless.

He didn't know when this role of hers would finally turn the page.

He extended his arm, drawing her into his embrace once more, coaxing softly, "Be good, it’s too late now. I have to wake up early tomorrow, and the company will be very busy. How about the day after tomorrow, okay?"

Tara stared at him quietly for two seconds, and after a moment, reluctantly accepted this explanation.

Of course, she remained uneasy; she was afraid he would secretly go behind her back to find other little lovers.

Therefore, starting from the second day, she began turning into an unreasonably troublesome, clingy little spirit, insisting on following him even when he went to work.

"Please, husband, I will wait for you obediently in your lounge and absolutely won't cause any trouble for you. Let me go with you, please, okay?"

Nearing departure, her two fair, slender paws tightly clutched his knuckles, her round, glistening eyes gazing at him expectantly, looking like a fluffy, long-eared little rabbit desperate not to be abandoned.

He hadn't intended to refuse to begin with, and right now, he was utterly charmed by her cuteness. Holding her hand, he smiled and said, "Alright."

Thus, on this day, the headquarters of the Qi Group erupted.

They witnessed their Demon King President—who usually maintained a poker face and was as aloof and detached as a polar iceberg—acting as gentle today as if he were possessed by a ghost!

He actually proactively held a girl's little hand?

Could a girl this well-behaved and cute really not be someone he kidnapped?

"What's the situation? The Demon King is in a relationship?!"

"Smiling with such a spring-like radiance—even if global warming intensified tenfold it wouldn't have this kind of power!"

"Ahhhhh, the boss's wife is so well-behaved, sweet, and cute, I want to pet her!"

"Stop smiling, damn it, we know you have a wife!"

……

At this moment, inside the top-floor President's lounge.

Killian rubbed Tara's head. "The meeting is about to start. Wait for me here, mhm?"

Tara nodded her head. "Okay."

He let out a light laugh, holding her reluctantly as he lowered his head to imprint a touch-and-go kiss upon her soft lips. "There are a lot of snacks here. If you're bored, you can eat while watching a movie, or play games."

"Of course, if you want to paint, that's fine too; there are paints and art tools here as well."

He held her fair, soft face, his dark eyes soaked with a smile like spring waters. "As for food, if there's anything else you want to eat, you can have the assistants go buy it for you."

Everything was so thorough.

Tara looked at the decor and furnishings of the lounge, as well as the items placed within it.

Every single thing was to her liking, especially that set of art tools.

This was his lounge, yet everything was built according to her preferences.

Their aesthetics and preferences were actually quite consistent!

"Okay, husband. I will wait here obediently for you to get off work."

After speaking, keeping her duties firmly in mind to provide ample emotional value, she stood on her tiptoes to drop a soft kiss upon his smooth and beautiful jawline.

When Mancy heard he had brought a woman to work at the company and wanted to investigate in disbelief, this was the exact scene she witnessed.

She froze for a moment, as if scorched by a hot spark, and retreated. Only after that tall and stern silhouette had left did she redirect her gaze into the lounge with a highly complex expression.

That little thing was currently eating something.

Her cheeks, carrying a bit of baby fat, made her look like a little hamster.

Dammit, wasn't she supposed to hate her?

How did she inexplicably find her rather cute instead?