That meal, Xia Lun ate to his heart's content.
The lingering aftertaste of the delicious food still danced on his lips and between his teeth. Satisfied, Xia Lun lay back on the sofa and let out a burp. The warm yellow light of the living room cascaded down, coating him in a relaxed, golden halo.
"How do you feel, Xia Lun?" Aina narrowed her eyes like a cat watching its prey, her gaze drifting over her husband reclining on the sofa.
"I feel... incredible..." Xia Lun's voice carried the languid, feeble tone of someone who had eaten and drunk their fill.
Aina licked the corner of her mouth and nestled into Xia Lun's arms, finding a comfortable spot.
"I'll wash the dishes."
Xia Lun leaned forward slightly, trying to use his momentum to stand up, but a slender hand pressed firmly against his chest, pushing him steadily back down.
"No need, I'll take care of it." Aina raised her hand slightly, and magical energy in the air condensed into a sphere of water, enveloping all the dishes before beginning to spin rapidly.
It was the same technique she had used to wash Liyana's hair earlier.
"See, they're already clean." Aina smiled at Xia Lun, her eyes crinkling. At her finger's command, the plates fluttered like butterflies through the air, landing precisely into the kitchen cabinet with soft, settling clinks.
"Since you have such a handy skill, why doesn't Liyana use it when she washes the dishes?" Xia Lun asked, his large hand habitually stroking Aina's smooth hair, patting her head. "That one always complains that we don't help."
"We have to give her something to do," Aina stuck out her little tongue. "Otherwise, she's too noisy."
"Alright, you have a point."
Thinking about how loud and hyperactive Liyana got when she had nothing to do, Xia Lun nodded in deep agreement.
The living room fell into a brief silence. Aina adjusted her position, pressing her cheek gently against Xia Lun's chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, then looked up, fixing her gaze on him.
"What's wrong?" Xia Lun, a little puzzled by her stare, asked softly.
"Hmm... Don't you feel anything in particular? Xia Lun?" Aina tilted her head and touched his cheek again.
"I feel pretty full," Xia Lun replied quite honestly.
"I'm not asking about that... Nothing else?" Aina muttered to herself. "That's not right... It should be just about time."
"You didn't drug me, did you?" Xia Lun's expression suddenly grew strange.
"How could that be? Xia Lun, I'm your wife. Why would I ever do something like that?" Aina sat up straight on him, hands on her hips, a little annoyed by his suspicion.
"Sorry..." Seeing Aina's puffed-up look, Xia Lun breathed a sigh of relief. That's right—why would his own wife do something like that to him?
"Those effects were inherent to the ingredients themselves, so of course it's not the same as drugging you," Aina said, puffing out her chest, which happened to fit perfectly in Xia Lun's hand, and replied with complete justification.
Xia Lun: ...
"So, what do those ingredients do?" Xia Lun let out a resigned sigh and looked at Aina somewhat helplessly.
"Take a guess?" Aina grinned like a sly fox that had just pulled off a trick.
Xia Lun leaned close to Aina's ear.
"Of course not!" Aina let out a coquettish cry and punched Xia Lun's shoulder. "Xia Lun! You... why are your thoughts always full of those things!"
Xia Lun felt that, in this regard, Aina had no right to criticize him now.
But Xia Lun didn’t feel any strange agitation or the imagined surge of boiling energy and rushing blood.
He truly didn’t seem like someone who had been secretly drugged by Aina.
On the contrary, Xia Lun felt only the contentment of a full meal, along with a lazy, drowsy lethargy seeping from the depths of his very marrow—so much so that even lifting a finger felt like an effort.
Wait…
Lifting a finger…
This sense of weakness didn’t seem like pure laziness…
Finally, Xia Lun sensed something was wrong.
“Aina… I…”
Xia Lun tried to exert himself, aiming to pull Aina close as easily as he usually did, but found that his arm rose with an unusual slowness, weighed down by a strange heaviness. He attempted to summon more strength, yet it was as if an invisible, pliant barrier lay between him and his power—his force dissipated as soon as it was generated.
“Hehe—” Aina let out a sly smile, her eyes beginning to gleam with a dangerous, excited light.
“What did you do?”
“What do you think?” Aina tilted Xia Lun’s chin, forcing him to meet her gaze. The expression on her face was gradually transforming—the gentle wife’s shell was peeling away, revealing the aggressive, oppressive malice of the Demon King. “Finally… finally, I’ve got my chance…”
Xia Lun swallowed hard. His current situation seemed rather grim.
“You know, Xia Lun? Every single night, you bully me without restraint, exploiting your stamina and strength to have your way with me… I’ve put up with it for far too long.” Aina cupped Xia Lun’s cheeks, a bloody glint flickering in her pupils, her voice trembling with the excitement of revenge.
“Don’t you like it?” Xia Lun tried to deflect as he usually did.
“Of course I do… But, Xia Lun, I am the Demon King, and my pride cannot tolerate being humiliated by you forever.”
“So what did you do to me?” Xia Lun struggled to sit up, only to find that his core muscles wouldn’t cooperate. He could barely maintain a half-reclining position, slumping back against the sofa.
“The sauce made from the fruit of the Natural Sacred Hymn… Delicious, wasn’t it? It’s a potent weakening agent. Right now, Xia Lun, your strength is no more than a delicate young girl’s—you can’t resist me. All you can do is let me pin you down.”
Xia Lun turned his head away, his voice laced with just the right amount of grief and disbelief: “Aina… you… you set me up?”
Aina grabbed Xia Lun by the hair and brought him close to her face, flashing a triumphant grin. “Exactly. I wanted to see that expression on your face, Xia Lun…”
Xia Lun: “Grr—let me go!”
Seeing Aina so fired up, Xia Lun was naturally happy to play along.
“You can’t escape my grasp now, Xia Lun.” Aina licked her lips, grabbed him by the collar, and dragged him with one hand toward the bedroom.
The carpet rustled against his clothes. Halfway there, Aina suddenly stopped and looked down at Xia Lun being hauled along.
“Does being dragged like this hurt? Xia Lun?” Aina asked, tilting her head. “Do you want me to carry you instead?”
“No, it’s fine. Keep going.” Xia Lun couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh.
It broke the mood slightly, but neither of them minded.
Xia Lun was tossed onto the bed.
“Aina… you can’t do this!” Xia Lun immediately slipped back into character, indignantly. “I am your husband! You should not humiliate me like this!”
“Not exactly, Xia Lun… because you are my husband, I can do these things to you.” Aina pressed his wrists against the pillow, just as he had always done to her.
“Now the tables have turned, Xia Lun.” Aina’s body was wreathed in flames.
The Demon Queen spread her crimson bat-like wings, enveloping Xia Lun, who was still trying to put up a “resistance.”
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