My daily life of exorcising demons and falling in love with a witch.

"Ah—but we're not..." Yixing stammered, his face flushed and his heart pounding.

He suddenly remembered the dumplings and related merchandise that Yusuke had given them today, and the mysterious medicine that his master had given him long ago!

Is it really going to be needed today?!

But he felt the atmosphere wasn't quite right yet! Neither of them were ready!

Most importantly, how can such an important initial experience be done when you have a daughter living next door?

He couldn't calm down at all with other people at home! He didn't want such an important memory to be imperfect!

Fortunately, when Yixing was at a loss, his thoughtful daughter came to the rescue.

She tugged at their sleeves. Then, she held up the notebook in her hand.

It says on it, "I'm fine sleeping on the sofa, the floor is okay too."

"Such a sensible child..." Erina was so moved she almost sobbed, and pulled Yaodao-hime into her arms. "Yaodao-hime, you should sleep with Mommy! Leaving your scumbag dad all alone, crying through the night looking at lewd pictures of white-haired girls!"

"Don't make it sound like I'm some kind of pitiful person!"

"Oh my, I really envy you two. You're only sixteen and you already have a daughter who's over a hundred years old—haha, just kidding!" Yusuke chuckled and suggested, "By the way, do you want to discuss what to call her? 'Demon Blade Princess' is what outsiders call her. As her parents, you should have another name for her, right?"

"Yes, my dear daughter~" Erina looked at Yaodao-hime as if she were looking at the rarest dumpling in history, rubbing her hands excitedly: "What do we usually call you?"

Yaodao-hime lowered her head and wrote furiously.

Soon, a new reply was displayed.

【Xiao Ji】

"That's Yaodao-hime's nickname," Yoshiyuki said, somewhat surprised. "It's not your real name, is it? Can you tell your parents your real name?"

Yaodao-hime fell silent.

He looked quite troubled.

"Is it inconvenient for you to tell us?" Erina asked.

Upon hearing this, Yaodaoji nodded seriously, her expression somewhat guilty.

"I understand." Erina pondered for a moment and said, "It must be because the child's father gave her such an awful name that Hime didn't want to reveal it... like Yoda Mitarai or something."

"Hey, who would name their daughter after a handwashing station?!" Yoshiyuki clicked his tongue and complained, "Besides, Mitarai is clearly a surname, isn't it?!"

Mitarashi is a place in shrines and temples where worshippers wash their hands and rinse their mouths.

Because it is occasionally misinterpreted by Chinese people as meaning "toilet," and this meaning has been exported back to the Japanese internet, it has become a meme, often causing embarrassment for people with this surname.

At this moment, Yaodao-hime's gaze had shifted to the pink fluffy dumpling that was vaguely visible in Erina's crossbody bag.

She pointed to it, and Erina immediately realized what her daughter meant, so she patted the bag and asked.

"What's wrong, Xiao Ji? Want some dumplings?"

Yaodao-hime nodded.

Her face even inexplicably flushed slightly.

"Hehe~ Here you go!"

Erina happily took out a dumpling and gave it to her daughter.

Yaodao-hime held the soft, fluffy dough ball, her expression blank, but her eyes revealed tenderness.

After gazing at the dumpling for a while, she kissed the fluffy dumpling, then buried her face in it and gently rubbed against it.

"Wow~ No wonder she's my daughter! So cute!"

Erina was captivated and instantly uttered an excited and proud exclamation.

This is outrageous! This is unfair!

Why is it that everything my daughter does is adorable, but if I do anything even slightly, I'm considered a pervert?

I also want to bury my face in the dough and smell it to my heart's content, just like that! But if the young lady sees me, I'll only get kicked by the knight, so I can only do it secretly!

Looking at Xiao Ji's behavior, Yi Xing felt that even if the child wasn't their biological child, they were definitely raising her.

Otherwise, their influence wouldn't be so strong in all these behaviors.

Therefore, it's clear that Xiao Ji must have secretly seen him smell the dumpling that the young lady had hugged. And that's how she learned the same face-burying pose.

Yixing felt both ashamed and excited, wondering how much more his daughter had secretly seen.

Of course, that was only for a moment. He immediately realized that this way of thinking was wrong.

How can he get excited? That would be solid proof that he's a pervert.

He's not that kind of person!

On the contrary, it is his daughter's behavior that he should properly educate.

How could I peek at what my dad was doing in secret?

is this okay?

That's not good.

These thoughts lingered in Yixing's mind, and he couldn't help but imagine what his married life with the young lady would be like in the future, feeling restless and eager.

Yoshiyuki is eager to know whether he has married Erina or is secretly maintaining a marriage that is tacitly accepted by everyone and is understood by both of them.

Either way, it excited him greatly.

Furthermore, it aroused all sorts of unhealthy thoughts in him.

To prevent his daughter from discovering the inexplicable changes that had suddenly occurred to him, Yoshikazu immediately calmed himself down by imagining the wonderful life he would have with his mother and daughter on a trip together.

He found that this anticipation of a better life had a better calming effect than imagining a tough guy.

That was a truly pure aspiration, free from all desires and evil thoughts.

Having snapped out of his fantasies about having an affair with the young lady, Yoshiyuki suddenly remembered something incredibly important and quickly reminded everyone.

Especially Yusuke, who can't keep his mouth shut, and Yoto-hime, who seems quite attached to her parents.

"Oh, right, we need to make this clear beforehand—our relationship needs to be kept secret, otherwise it'll be hard to explain if someone overhears us. For example, Xiao Ji, we can call you 'daughter' when no one can hear us. But in public places where outsiders might eavesdrop, we're just friends. If your true identity is revealed, it'll cause a lot of trouble."

Yaodao-hime nodded obediently.

"Brother, can you promise you won't talk nonsense?"

"Haha, of course, no problem!" Yusuke laughed heartily. "When it comes to such crucial matters, I'm as tight-lipped as the chairman!"

Erina snorted, tacitly agreeing without raising any objections.

As for Yixing, he felt much more at ease and gently reached out to pat Xiaoji's head.

She enjoyed the touch, so she closed her eyes, turned around, hugged his waist, and gently leaned into Yixing's arms.

If a typical woman did this, the young lady would instantly fly into a rage.

But because she was certain that she was a daughter, Erina wasn't jealous at all.

Seeing this, she smiled with relief.

"That's wonderful. The thought that my future daughter also loves dumplings makes me feel quite at ease... This way, I can die in peace."

"Young Miss, please don't ruin the warm atmosphere of the father and daughter's embrace!" Yixing couldn't help but whisper, "And please, don't rush to put a flag on your own head!"