Transforming into a stunningly beautiful fox spirit, leaving a scar on the heart of a prodigy.

The rain at the cave entrance has stopped.

The morning light squeezed in through the cracks in the stalactites, casting dappled patches of light on the damp ground.

When Su Xiaojiu woke up, she felt a heaviness in her neck.

She opened her eyes and was met with a pair of bloodshot vertical pupils.

Bai Yin remained in the same position as last night, kneeling halfway beside the stone bed, his arms loosely encircling her, his body stiff as a stone sculpture weathered for thousands of years.

His eyes were dark and bluish-black, clearly indicating that he hadn't closed his eyes all night.

Seeing that she was awake, her previously lifeless eyes stirred and a glimmer of light appeared.

"woke up?"

Su Xiaojiu didn't answer. She reached out from under her cloak, her fingertips still warm from just waking up, and directly covered Bai Yin's messy white hair.

It feels somewhat hard and not smooth, exuding a sense of wear and tear from years of battle.

She spread her fingers and roughly rubbed the head, turning the already messy white hair into a bird's nest.

Bai Yin did not dodge.

Instead, he lowered his head and deliberately placed it in Su Xiaojiu's hand, letting out a very low whimper from deep in his throat. It didn't sound like the intimidating tiger demon that shook the land, but rather like a big cat seeking petting.

"Didn't sleep all night?" Su Xiaojiu withdrew her hand and yawned lazily.

"I'm afraid to sleep," Bai Yin replied in a muffled voice, his gaze fixed on her face. "I'm afraid that if I close my eyes, you'll disappear again."

Su Xiaojiu paused.

Looking at the man in front of her, who exuded a menacing aura, she felt a sharp pang in the softest part of her heart.

This silly tiger is terrified by what happened back then.

"I'm here, I'm not going anywhere." Su Xiaojiu sat up, her cloak slipped down, revealing her thin undergarment.

Bai Yin's pupils contracted, and he quickly reached out to pull up the cloak, wrapping her up tightly, afraid that not a breath of wind would get in.

"I want to see the ears," Su Xiaojiu suddenly said.

Bai Yin froze, his hand frozen in mid-air.

"What?"

"Ears." Su Xiaojiu pointed to the top of his head, her peach blossom eyes full of cunning. "I want to see your tiger ears. Show them to me so I can play with them."

Bai Yin's pale face instantly turned red, and even his neck was tinged with crimson.

It is not difficult for demons to retain some animalistic characteristics after transforming into human form, but this is usually something they do when they are extremely emotional or seeking a mate.

Those ears are the most sensitive part of the Geng Metal White Tiger clan; no one but their closest relatives and partners can touch them.

"No." Bai Yin turned his head away, his voice trembling slightly. "That's...that's..."

"What's that?" Su Xiaojiu leaned closer, her nose almost touching his chin. "Am I just a bystander?"

This rhetorical question shattered all of Bai Yin's defenses.

He held out for a moment, but ultimately gave in.

Demonic power circulated within his body.

Two fluffy white round ears slowly emerged from his messy white hair.

A tuft of long hair clung to the tip of his ear, trembling with his breath.

Su Xiaojiu's eyes lit up instantly.

Without any hesitation, she reached out and grabbed one of the ears.

It feels warm to the touch, with a wonderful tactile sensation; the soft, fluffy down rubs against the palm of your hand, causing a slight itch.

"Well……"

Bai Yin felt a jolt throughout his body, as if he had been electrocuted. A tingling sensation shot up from his tailbone and straight to the top of his head.

He instinctively wanted to back away, but he forced himself to hold back, gritting his teeth and letting the mischievous little hand wreak havoc on his most sensitive spot.

Su Xiaojiu became addicted to the game.

She pinched the tip of her ear, stroked down the earlobe, and finally, mischievously leaned in and gently blew on the still trembling ear.

"call--"

Bai Yin's body suddenly went limp, and he almost knelt down.

The chilling aura of killing intent that had surrounded him vanished completely at this moment, leaving only a flushed face and barely concealed embarrassment in his eyes.

"No...don't blow it." His voice was trembling, with a hint of pleading.

Su Xiaojiu released her grip and felt great seeing him so helpless.

"Go, get me a dressing table." She pointed to the huge blue stone at the cave entrance. "I need to comb my hair."

Bai Yin felt as if he had been granted a pardon and rushed towards the blue stone as if fleeing.

He stood in front of the bluestone, took a deep breath, and calmed the restless blood and qi in his body.

Then, with his right hand forming a palm, without any fancy movements, he chopped straight down.

laugh!

That hard, iron-like bluestone was as fragile as tofu in his palm.

Stone chips flew everywhere.

In the blink of an eye, a smooth, flat stone platform appeared before them. Its cut surface was as smooth as a mirror, so smooth that it could even reflect a person's image.

This is a Gengjin palm blade, powerful enough to cut through a high-grade spiritual weapon, yet he's using it for this kind of carpentry work.

Bai Yin moved the stone platform in front of Su Xiaojiu, then pulled out a piece of animal hide from somewhere and laid it on top before cautiously looking at her: "All done."

Su Xiaojiu nodded in satisfaction.

She sat in front of the stone platform, picked up the bone comb that Bai Yin had given her the night before, and frowned after only combing her hair twice.

"My hands are sore." She tossed the comb aside and snorted coquettishly.

Bai Yin immediately stepped forward and picked up the comb: "I'll do it."

He stood behind Su Xiaojiu, his large, ruthless hands holding a small bone comb, his movements clumsy yet gentle, as he combed her long, black hair little by little.

After combing her hair, Su Xiaojiu stretched out her foot again.

"I ran too fast last night, and my ankle hurts." She wiggled her fair feet, which were still covered with a few specks of mud, dazzlingly white in the morning light.

Bai Yin put down the comb and knelt down beside her feet.

He reached out and grasped the ankle.

The rough calluses on my palms rubbed against my delicate skin, making a soft rustling sound.

Su Xiaojiu frowned and kicked him in the chest with her toe: "Ouch. Is your hand a file? It's so hard, are you trying to grind off a layer of my skin?"

Bai Yin froze.

He looked down at his hands.

Those were the hands of a warrior.

His knuckles were thick and his palms were covered with calluses, marks left from years of holding a knife.

These hands can tear apart monsters and crush enemy heads, but they are not capable of performing such delicate tasks as serving people.

Feelings of inferiority surged up again.

Just as he was about to let go, Su Xiaojiu added, "Make it softer."

Bai Yin was stunned.

"Use your demonic power to soften your hands," Su Xiaojiu commanded matter-of-factly. "Don't tell me you can't."

This is simply asking the impossible.

The Geng Metal White Tiger cultivates the path of killing and warfare, and its skin and flesh are harder than metal and iron, so how could it become soft?

But Bai Yin hesitated for only a moment.

The next moment, the incomparably sharp Geng metal energy within his body began to reverse.

He forcefully suppressed the hardness within his bones and blood, transforming his demonic power into the gentlest stream of water, repeatedly washing over the meridians in his palms.

After a while.

He reached out his hand again.

Those hands, which were originally as rough as tree bark, had now become as smooth and warm as jade. The calluses on their palms had softened, and although they didn't feel as delicate as a woman's, they no longer had any rough or uncomfortable feel.

He carefully held Su Xiaojiu's ankle and gently pressed his fingertips on her acupoints.

"Is this...okay?" He looked up, his eyes filled with a humble look that was heartbreaking.

Su Xiaojiu didn't say anything.

She lowered her eyes, looking at the man kneeling at her feet.

He is the future Demon Saint of the Western Continent, a Shura who strikes fear into the hearts of all under Heaven, yet at this moment, for her coquettish remark, he is willing to reverse his cultivation technique, just to massage her feet.

"Hmm, it's alright." Su Xiaojiu snorted.

She subtly moved her toes, hooking Bai Yin's chin and forcing him to look up.

"Little Bai, you look just like an obedient kitten right now." She smiled, her tone carrying a hint of mischievous teasing.

If anyone else had said that, their head would have been chopped off by now.

But when Bai Yin heard this, a fire ignited in his eyes.

He grabbed the foot that was playing tricks on his chin with his other hand, rubbed his cheek against the warm instep, and looked at it with a gaze so intense it could melt you.

"As long as you want it."

His voice was deep, and every word seemed to resonate from his chest.

"I'll do anything, be a cat or a dog, as long as you don't leave."

Su Xiaojiu's heart skipped a beat.

This silly tiger's sweet talk skills are practically maxed out.

She withdrew her foot, turning her face away somewhat awkwardly: "Alright, that was good. This job is yours from now on."

A tremendous surprise burst forth in Bai Yin's eyes.

after.

For him, those two words were the most beautiful promise in the world.

"Okay." He nodded heavily, his hands moving with even more effort, as if he wanted to squeeze all the tenderness of his life into this small space.

The sun was gradually rising higher outside the cave.

Su Xiaojiu felt comfortable being served by him, and drowsiness washed over her again.

She yawned, her body swayed, and she fell directly onto the stone bed.

"I'm going to sleep a little longer," she mumbled, pulling the cloak over herself.

Bai Yin stopped what he was doing and helped her tuck in the corner of her clothes.

"You go to sleep."

"You sleep too." Su Xiaojiu, with her eyes closed, patted the empty space beside her. "Get in."

Bai Yin froze.

"I...I'm not sleepy."

"Come up." Su Xiaojiu emphasized, "Don't make me say it a third time."

Bai Yin swallowed hard.

He stiffly climbed onto the stone bed and lay down properly on the outermost side, half of his body dangling in the air, as if afraid of crowding the people inside.

"Come here."

A hand reached out and pulled him over.

Su Xiaojiu rolled over, skillfully snuggled into his arms, and rubbed against him in a comfortable position.

"sleep."

Bai Yin dared not move.

The person in his arms was as soft as a cloud, and the scent of gardenias lingered in his nose, allowing his nerves, which had been tense for years, to completely relax at this moment.

Sleepiness washed over me like a tidal wave.

He lowered his head and looked at the peaceful sleeping face of the person in his arms, whose tiger ears, which had not yet retracted, trembled slightly.

He slept very soundly.

There was no sea of ​​blood, no slaughter, and no despairing figure in his dream.

There were only gardenias blooming all over the mountains and the girl breathing in his ear.

……

As dawn breaks through the rocky gate, the demon lays down his armor to accompany the fragrant boudoir.

With her palm, she split the bluestone to make a dressing table; with her fingers, she transformed into soft waves to caress her jade-like legs.

Her tiger ears trembled slightly, shy and timid, her black hair tied up, her intentions clear.

From now on, I will not concern myself with the affairs of the martial world, but only wish to be forever drunk on the lap of a beautiful woman.