In the live broadcast room
[”Bald and Beautiful”]
[“Just Being Alive is Enough”]
[You guys have no morals, but I’m different. I shall be known as the “True Lord of Bald Crows.”]
[Crow: Do you still remember that I’m a demon? I’ve never been so humiliated in my life!]
[Angel Boss: Huh?]
[Demon Boss: Huh?]
——————-
The bald crow vigorously flapped its wings, despite its sparse black feathers.
Flames of anger flickered in its blood-red eyes as it glared at the pile of black feathers on the pure white blanket and the bewildered handsome young man. Its eyes were filled with complaints.
However, the young man innocently looked back and asked, “Why did you make yourself look like this? Do you really want to be bald?”
The crow flapped its wings forcefully a couple of times, and two black feathers fell slowly. “…”
So frustrating.
Bai Lixin got off the bed, briefly tidied the feathers on the bed, and rubbed his slightly tousled hair before walking out.
He walked around the room and noticed that all the clothes on the balcony had been taken down. His clothes were neatly folded and placed on a cabinet just outside the bedroom.
The man’s white clothes had disappeared, along with the man himself.
Every corner outside the bedroom had been meticulously cleaned. The tea set on the table was arranged on the tray, and the angle at which the cup handles leaned was absolutely precise.
The man was nowhere to be seen, and there wasn’t even a trace of recent use in the places his gaze reached.
If it weren’t for the fact that he was certain the man had followed him into the room yesterday and slept in the corner, along with the crow as a witness, he might have been considered the man a figment of his imagination.
Bai Lixin yawned, picked up a towel, and walked into the bathroom.
The moment the warm water washed over him, it awakened his groggy consciousness to some extent.
He had dreamt all night again.
This time in his dream, he and “Young Master” Emil had swapped identities. He was dressed in exquisite and luxurious formal attire, while Emil, who was originally the “Young Master,” could only obediently follow by his side, wearing cheap and shabby servant clothes.
“Bai Lixin” enjoyed everything that was originally meant for the “Young Master.” He drank the Young Master’s milk, ate the Young Master’s breakfast, and lived a joyful birthday as the Young Master.
He even dreamt of a white pearl pony. In his dream, he called the pony Bali. This time, thanks to his insistence, the master did not sell the little pony but instead compensated the other party with a large sum of money for breach of contract.
He managed to keep the little pony like this, watching it grow from a cute little foal into a majestic white steed.
He witnessed himself meeting a beautiful and knowledgeable wealthy lady, naturally entering into a relationship with her, entering the realm of marriage, having three children together, and living a happily fulfilled life with a high social status.
Meanwhile, Emil, who had become a “servant,” could only marry a woman of similar low status. Their children were born in this household, but they were not destined to be young masters and mistresses. From the moment of their birth, those children were fated to become servants to “his own” children.
A fleeting dream.
Two people with exchanged identities, leading completely different lives.
The servants remained servants, and the masters remained masters. Even after a generation, nothing had changed. Their children perfectly replicated the lives of their generation.
Perhaps this is what they call the chains of destiny.
When he woke up, the lingering sense of immersion made him dazed for a moment.
The warm water trickled down the young man’s slender and firm lines. He cupped the water and splashed his face several times, finally freeing himself from the immersive feeling and returning to normal.
By the time Bai Lixin emerged from the bathroom, his eyes were clear and serene.
Just as he finished changing his clothes, the bald crow approached once again. It stood on the table in front of Bai Lixin, and its small red eyes gleamed once more. “I saw your desires again. You want to become superior, to reclaim the dignity that was trampled upon, don’t you?”
“Instead, let me help—”
The doorbell suddenly interrupted the crow’s line. Bai Lixin glanced at the clock on the wall—it was 6 a.m. Who could be visiting him so early in the morning?
Was it Hongyue? Or was it Emil?
He slid his hand into his pocket and felt the key that had been useless the previous night. After confirming that the key was still there, he walked straight to the front door, looking through the peephole to see who it was.
There was no one on the other side of the peephole, but Bai Lixin’s gaze turned 360 degrees behind it, only to discover a dense mane of golden hair below the peephole, resembling seaweed.
When he lowered his gaze, the other person seemed to sense his gaze and looked up at the same time, meeting Bai Lixin’s eyes.
Through the peephole, those mysterious blue eyes, like the sea, seemed to see through him, even though it was impossible for people outside to see inside. Bai Lixin felt as if he had been exposed.
It was Miss Jia’er, without a veil.
Bai Lixin opened the door. “Good morning, noble Miss Jia’er.”
“Good morning,” Jia’er smiled lightly. “Did you sleep well last night, my dear Bai Lixin?”
Bai Lixin was about to answer with a casual “Not bad,” when a dark shadow suddenly brushed past him and flew straight towards Jia’er.
The shadow flew towards Miss Jia’er’s wheelchair but was swiftly swatted down to the ground by Jia’er’s quick reflexes. The crow landed on the floor, rolling several times before kneeling shakily and tremblingly opening its beak. “Gah!”
Jia’er’s eyebrows furrowed instantly.
“Where did you find this ugly black bird? It’s completely bald, and I hope it doesn’t have avian flu or anything.”
The crow: “…”
Is there a possibility that I am really a crow?
Weeping.jpg.
“I picked it up while I was out strolling yesterday. Its feathers were so pitifully sparse, so I brought it home to take care of it. This little thing is quite clever, you know. Normally, crows don’t talk, but it does.”
Jia’er cast a meaningful glance at the crow, and it immediately shrank back tremblingly and curled up its wings.
There was a delightful fragrance emanating from this human. It was even more fragrant than the scent on the young man.
I want to cuddle, I really do.
The crow looked up with infatuation. It looked at Jia’er’s exquisitely beautiful chin, and small hearts appeared in its red eyes. As a distinguished demon lord, it had never seen such a beautiful woman before.
Why is my heart pounding like this?
Could it be that I, a distinguished demon lord, had fallen in love?!
Jia’er’s eyebrows furrowed even more.
Unseen by the naked eye, black mist surged and churned behind her.
Is this stupid demon mentally handicapped?
Bai Lixin: “You’re up quite early today, Miss Jia’er. I assume you didn’t come so early just to say good morning?”
Upon hearing Bai Lixin’s question, Jia’er shifted her gaze away from the crow and looked up at the still damp-haired young man. “The tour guide mentioned visiting the back garden today. You said you couldn’t hear the knocking on the wall last time, so I had to come and find you myself.”
“Would you like to have breakfast together, Bai Lixin?”
“Of course.”
The crow sensed the goddess’s disdain for it. It reluctantly flapped its wings and struggled to fly, finally landing on Bai Lixin’s shoulder. Bai Lixin said, “I was actually planning to go out as well. Did you knock on the wall today? I truly didn’t hear anything.”
Jia’er’s eyes sharpened for a moment. “You really didn’t hear it today? So, were you lying when you said you didn’t hear it yesterday?”
Bai Lixin’s heart skipped a beat, and he immediately fell silent.
What do they mean by “lifting a stone to smash one’s own foot”?
This is it.
Jia’er was wearing a black silk dress today with a long hem that naturally draped down, clearly outlining her slender and well-defined leg curves.
She glanced at Bai Lixin sideways, not lingering on the topic but simply saying, “I’ll go to my room and put on a veil. Come find me in five minutes. Thank you.”
Bai Lixin stood upright, not daring to be the slightest bit negligent. He resembled a child who had just made a mistake. “No trouble at all, not at all.”
Watching Jia’er maneuver her electric wheelchair back to her room, Bai Lixin finally closed the door and let out a long sigh, as did the crow on his shoulder.
“…” Bai Lixin asked, “Hey, why are you sighing?”
The crow, with only a few black feathers left on its wings, carefully cradled its chest. “Young man, let me tell you a secret.”
“I have fallen in love!”
“It’s that lady just now. I really like the scent on her, and when I smell it, my chest uncontrollably goes thump, thump. This must be the power of love.”
Bai Lixin’s eye twitched slightly. “…”
Isn’t that because your bloodline is being suppressed, you foolish bird?
Bai Lixin stood in the entryway and glanced at the foolish bird. Just as he was about to go inside and see if there was anything else to tidy up, he heard a very soft sound of a door closing behind him.
He turned around, puzzled, and through the peephole, he saw a sneaky figure emerging from Room 207 across the hallway.
Room 207 was Mr. Nick’s room, and the person who came out, although wearing a thick cloak, had a slender and tall figure, clearly not Mr. Nick.
The cloaked figure quickly arrived at the neighboring Room 206. With a lift of the arm under the cloak, there was a crisp sound of the door opening. The cloaked person skillfully and swiftly slipped inside.
When the cloaked figure turned to close the door, Bai Lixin finally saw the person’s face through the slit in the cloak.
It was one of the actresses from the actor group.
In that group, there were two men and two women. The oldest male, in his 40s, was the director, while the remaining male and two females were the actors.
The actor group had been low-key since they boarded the bus, not actively participating in any conversations unless called upon. It was unclear whether they were trying to reduce their presence or if that was simply their style of keeping others at a distance.
Three members of the actor group were on the third floor, while one female actress was assigned to the second floor.
Although he hadn’t interacted with these people throughout the journey, Bai Lixin remembered that the actress’s name was Elizabeth.
Elizabeth cautiously glanced outside to ensure no one was in the corridor before gently closing the door.
About two minutes later, Room 208 opened again, and Hongyue walked out wearing a red dress.
She was already stunning in her own right, but the red dress amplified her beauty, making it even more captivating.
Through the peephole, Bai Lixin vaguely understood why Song Yuantian was attracted to Hongyue.
The unmatched arrogance and carefree indifference that exuded from Hongyue, compared to the seemingly calculating and deeper Song Yuantian, created a contrast.
Perhaps when Hongyue appeared in front of Song Yuantian, what he saw in her eyes wasn’t just a person but a brilliant and burning sun.
Standing at the doorway, Hongyue scanned her surroundings. She didn’t come to find Bai Lixin proactively; instead, she leaned against the door frame, holding a cigarette she had found from somewhere.
She lit the cigarette and took a slow drag, then exhaled, savoring the moment.
A white mist instantly shrouded her enchanting face, partially revealing the somewhat decadent and desolate atmosphere in her eyes.
Smoking? The Hongyue he knew had never smoked before.
If it wasn’t Hongyue herself who enjoyed smoking, then it must be the “character” imposed on her by the movie.
Could it be that Hongyue’s flaw is decadence?
Bai Lixin poked the crow, which had been clinging to his shoulder, and immediately heard the crow’s “caw” in annoyance. The crow said, “What do you want? So annoying. From today onwards, my body belongs to my goddess, and you’re not allowed to touch me with your filthy hands.”
“…” Bai Lixin said, “Tell me, what desires does that woman across from us have?”
I wonder what it would think when it finds out that the “goddess” it likes is actually a man.
———————–
In the live broadcast room
[Little demon lord, I’m willing to call you a true hero. After all, once a person becomes weak, they really don’t know their place. Just after insulting the angel boss, they want to get close to the cool and aloof demon boss. I’m particularly curious, how did it survive until now? Are all demons so silly?]
[Sometimes, weakness can be an advantage. The big bosses can’t be bothered with a nobody.]
[By the way, where did the angel boss go? Did you guys see him?]
[I saw him. I stayed up late to watch the live stream yesterday. The angel boss woke up before dawn, very chivalrously helped clean up the room, neatly folded God Xin’s clothes, and then quietly opened the door and left.]
[A genuine snail-angel boss.]
[The angel boss is too perfect, right? Innocent but flirtatious, and virtuous. I just want to ask, what does the demon boss have to compete with? He really has no presence at all. Who wouldn’t like an old gong like that?]
[Actually, the demon boss has quite the presence.]
[What kind of presence?]
[The demon boss can crossdress. Who can resist a crossdressing boss?]
[That sounds reasonable.]
[Can you guys wake up? Only elementary school students make choices. God Xin takes them all. Forget about presence or no presence. Even if there were three more angels and six more demons, God Xin will handle them all.]
[??? Brother, I suspect you’re high, but I have no proof.]
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The crow looked at Hongyue through the peephole for a while and cawed, “She wants to act aloof.”
“She was trained by her family to be a well-mannered and obedient girl, but she detests that state and only wants to be a carefree and rebellious bad girl.”
“We generally refer to this desire as ‘decadence.’”
Bai Lixin said, “It doesn’t seem like one of the seven deadly sins.”
The crow replied, “Desires come in various forms, strange and unique. They can’t simply be divided into the seven deadly sins. The seven lords represent the strongest seven sins within the realm of decadent desires, but there are many other desires beyond those seven.”
“Although those desires don’t belong to the seven deadly sins, they still belong to the demonic realm.”
As the agreed five minutes were about to pass, Bai Lixin decided not to tidy up the lobby but instead opened the door and walked out.
Hongyue was enjoying her cigarette, lost in her own world.
When she saw Bai Lixin walk out of his room, she paused momentarily before continuing to blow smoke rings.
In the live broadcast room
[”Bald and Beautiful”]
[“Just Being Alive is Enough”]
[You guys have no morals, but I’m different. I shall be known as the “True Lord of Bald Crows.”]
[Crow: Do you still remember that I’m a demon? I’ve never been so humiliated in my life!]
[Angel Boss: Huh?]
[Demon Boss: Huh?]
——————-
The bald crow vigorously flapped its wings, despite its sparse black feathers.
Flames of anger flickered in its blood-red eyes as it glared at the pile of black feathers on the pure white blanket and the bewildered handsome young man. Its eyes were filled with complaints.
However, the young man innocently looked back and asked, “Why did you make yourself look like this? Do you really want to be bald?”
The crow flapped its wings forcefully a couple of times, and two black feathers fell slowly. “…”
So frustrating.
Bai Lixin got off the bed, briefly tidied the feathers on the bed, and rubbed his slightly tousled hair before walking out.
He walked around the room and noticed that all the clothes on the balcony had been taken down. His clothes were neatly folded and placed on a cabinet just outside the bedroom.
The man’s white clothes had disappeared, along with the man himself.
Every corner outside the bedroom had been meticulously cleaned. The tea set on the table was arranged on the tray, and the angle at which the cup handles leaned was absolutely precise.
The man was nowhere to be seen, and there wasn’t even a trace of recent use in the places his gaze reached.
If it weren’t for the fact that he was certain the man had followed him into the room yesterday and slept in the corner, along with the crow as a witness, he might have been considered the man a figment of his imagination.
Bai Lixin yawned, picked up a towel, and walked into the bathroom.
The moment the warm water washed over him, it awakened his groggy consciousness to some extent.
He had dreamt all night again.
This time in his dream, he and “Young Master” Emil had swapped identities. He was dressed in exquisite and luxurious formal attire, while Emil, who was originally the “Young Master,” could only obediently follow by his side, wearing cheap and shabby servant clothes.
“Bai Lixin” enjoyed everything that was originally meant for the “Young Master.” He drank the Young Master’s milk, ate the Young Master’s breakfast, and lived a joyful birthday as the Young Master.
He even dreamt of a white pearl pony. In his dream, he called the pony Bali. This time, thanks to his insistence, the master did not sell the little pony but instead compensated the other party with a large sum of money for breach of contract.
He managed to keep the little pony like this, watching it grow from a cute little foal into a majestic white steed.
He witnessed himself meeting a beautiful and knowledgeable wealthy lady, naturally entering into a relationship with her, entering the realm of marriage, having three children together, and living a happily fulfilled life with a high social status.
Meanwhile, Emil, who had become a “servant,” could only marry a woman of similar low status. Their children were born in this household, but they were not destined to be young masters and mistresses. From the moment of their birth, those children were fated to become servants to “his own” children.
A fleeting dream.
Two people with exchanged identities, leading completely different lives.
The servants remained servants, and the masters remained masters. Even after a generation, nothing had changed. Their children perfectly replicated the lives of their generation.
Perhaps this is what they call the chains of destiny.
When he woke up, the lingering sense of immersion made him dazed for a moment.
The warm water trickled down the young man’s slender and firm lines. He cupped the water and splashed his face several times, finally freeing himself from the immersive feeling and returning to normal.
By the time Bai Lixin emerged from the bathroom, his eyes were clear and serene.
Just as he finished changing his clothes, the bald crow approached once again. It stood on the table in front of Bai Lixin, and its small red eyes gleamed once more. “I saw your desires again. You want to become superior, to reclaim the dignity that was trampled upon, don’t you?”
“Instead, let me help—”
The doorbell suddenly interrupted the crow’s line. Bai Lixin glanced at the clock on the wall—it was 6 a.m. Who could be visiting him so early in the morning?
Was it Hongyue? Or was it Emil?
He slid his hand into his pocket and felt the key that had been useless the previous night. After confirming that the key was still there, he walked straight to the front door, looking through the peephole to see who it was.
There was no one on the other side of the peephole, but Bai Lixin’s gaze turned 360 degrees behind it, only to discover a dense mane of golden hair below the peephole, resembling seaweed.
When he lowered his gaze, the other person seemed to sense his gaze and looked up at the same time, meeting Bai Lixin’s eyes.
Through the peephole, those mysterious blue eyes, like the sea, seemed to see through him, even though it was impossible for people outside to see inside. Bai Lixin felt as if he had been exposed.
It was Miss Jia’er, without a veil.
Bai Lixin opened the door. “Good morning, noble Miss Jia’er.”
“Good morning,” Jia’er smiled lightly. “Did you sleep well last night, my dear Bai Lixin?”
Bai Lixin was about to answer with a casual “Not bad,” when a dark shadow suddenly brushed past him and flew straight towards Jia’er.
The shadow flew towards Miss Jia’er’s wheelchair but was swiftly swatted down to the ground by Jia’er’s quick reflexes. The crow landed on the floor, rolling several times before kneeling shakily and tremblingly opening its beak. “Gah!”
Jia’er’s eyebrows furrowed instantly.
“Where did you find this ugly black bird? It’s completely bald, and I hope it doesn’t have avian flu or anything.”
The crow: “…”
Is there a possibility that I am really a crow?
Weeping.jpg.
“I picked it up while I was out strolling yesterday. Its feathers were so pitifully sparse, so I brought it home to take care of it. This little thing is quite clever, you know. Normally, crows don’t talk, but it does.”
Jia’er cast a meaningful glance at the crow, and it immediately shrank back tremblingly and curled up its wings.
There was a delightful fragrance emanating from this human. It was even more fragrant than the scent on the young man.
I want to cuddle, I really do.
The crow looked up with infatuation. It looked at Jia’er’s exquisitely beautiful chin, and small hearts appeared in its red eyes. As a distinguished demon lord, it had never seen such a beautiful woman before.
Why is my heart pounding like this?
Could it be that I, a distinguished demon lord, had fallen in love?!
Jia’er’s eyebrows furrowed even more.
Unseen by the naked eye, black mist surged and churned behind her.
Is this stupid demon mentally handicapped?
Bai Lixin: “You’re up quite early today, Miss Jia’er. I assume you didn’t come so early just to say good morning?”
Upon hearing Bai Lixin’s question, Jia’er shifted her gaze away from the crow and looked up at the still damp-haired young man. “The tour guide mentioned visiting the back garden today. You said you couldn’t hear the knocking on the wall last time, so I had to come and find you myself.”
“Would you like to have breakfast together, Bai Lixin?”
“Of course.”
The crow sensed the goddess’s disdain for it. It reluctantly flapped its wings and struggled to fly, finally landing on Bai Lixin’s shoulder. Bai Lixin said, “I was actually planning to go out as well. Did you knock on the wall today? I truly didn’t hear anything.”
Jia’er’s eyes sharpened for a moment. “You really didn’t hear it today? So, were you lying when you said you didn’t hear it yesterday?”
Bai Lixin’s heart skipped a beat, and he immediately fell silent.
What do they mean by “lifting a stone to smash one’s own foot”?
This is it.
Jia’er was wearing a black silk dress today with a long hem that naturally draped down, clearly outlining her slender and well-defined leg curves.
She glanced at Bai Lixin sideways, not lingering on the topic but simply saying, “I’ll go to my room and put on a veil. Come find me in five minutes. Thank you.”
Bai Lixin stood upright, not daring to be the slightest bit negligent. He resembled a child who had just made a mistake. “No trouble at all, not at all.”
Watching Jia’er maneuver her electric wheelchair back to her room, Bai Lixin finally closed the door and let out a long sigh, as did the crow on his shoulder.
“…” Bai Lixin asked, “Hey, why are you sighing?”
The crow, with only a few black feathers left on its wings, carefully cradled its chest. “Young man, let me tell you a secret.”
“I have fallen in love!”
“It’s that lady just now. I really like the scent on her, and when I smell it, my chest uncontrollably goes thump, thump. This must be the power of love.”
Bai Lixin’s eye twitched slightly. “…”
Isn’t that because your bloodline is being suppressed, you foolish bird?
Bai Lixin stood in the entryway and glanced at the foolish bird. Just as he was about to go inside and see if there was anything else to tidy up, he heard a very soft sound of a door closing behind him.
He turned around, puzzled, and through the peephole, he saw a sneaky figure emerging from Room 207 across the hallway.
Room 207 was Mr. Nick’s room, and the person who came out, although wearing a thick cloak, had a slender and tall figure, clearly not Mr. Nick.
The cloaked figure quickly arrived at the neighboring Room 206. With a lift of the arm under the cloak, there was a crisp sound of the door opening. The cloaked person skillfully and swiftly slipped inside.
When the cloaked figure turned to close the door, Bai Lixin finally saw the person’s face through the slit in the cloak.
It was one of the actresses from the actor group.
In that group, there were two men and two women. The oldest male, in his 40s, was the director, while the remaining male and two females were the actors.
The actor group had been low-key since they boarded the bus, not actively participating in any conversations unless called upon. It was unclear whether they were trying to reduce their presence or if that was simply their style of keeping others at a distance.
Three members of the actor group were on the third floor, while one female actress was assigned to the second floor.
Although he hadn’t interacted with these people throughout the journey, Bai Lixin remembered that the actress’s name was Elizabeth.
Elizabeth cautiously glanced outside to ensure no one was in the corridor before gently closing the door.
About two minutes later, Room 208 opened again, and Hongyue walked out wearing a red dress.
She was already stunning in her own right, but the red dress amplified her beauty, making it even more captivating.
Through the peephole, Bai Lixin vaguely understood why Song Yuantian was attracted to Hongyue.
The unmatched arrogance and carefree indifference that exuded from Hongyue, compared to the seemingly calculating and deeper Song Yuantian, created a contrast.
Perhaps when Hongyue appeared in front of Song Yuantian, what he saw in her eyes wasn’t just a person but a brilliant and burning sun.
Standing at the doorway, Hongyue scanned her surroundings. She didn’t come to find Bai Lixin proactively; instead, she leaned against the door frame, holding a cigarette she had found from somewhere.
She lit the cigarette and took a slow drag, then exhaled, savoring the moment.
A white mist instantly shrouded her enchanting face, partially revealing the somewhat decadent and desolate atmosphere in her eyes.
Smoking? The Hongyue he knew had never smoked before.
If it wasn’t Hongyue herself who enjoyed smoking, then it must be the “character” imposed on her by the movie.
Could it be that Hongyue’s flaw is decadence?
Bai Lixin poked the crow, which had been clinging to his shoulder, and immediately heard the crow’s “caw” in annoyance. The crow said, “What do you want? So annoying. From today onwards, my body belongs to my goddess, and you’re not allowed to touch me with your filthy hands.”
“…” Bai Lixin said, “Tell me, what desires does that woman across from us have?”
I wonder what it would think when it finds out that the “goddess” it likes is actually a man.
———————–
In the live broadcast room
[Little demon lord, I’m willing to call you a true hero. After all, once a person becomes weak, they really don’t know their place. Just after insulting the angel boss, they want to get close to the cool and aloof demon boss. I’m particularly curious, how did it survive until now? Are all demons so silly?]
[Sometimes, weakness can be an advantage. The big bosses can’t be bothered with a nobody.]
[By the way, where did the angel boss go? Did you guys see him?]
[I saw him. I stayed up late to watch the live stream yesterday. The angel boss woke up before dawn, very chivalrously helped clean up the room, neatly folded God Xin’s clothes, and then quietly opened the door and left.]
[A genuine snail-angel boss.]
[The angel boss is too perfect, right? Innocent but flirtatious, and virtuous. I just want to ask, what does the demon boss have to compete with? He really has no presence at all. Who wouldn’t like an old gong like that?]
[Actually, the demon boss has quite the presence.]
[What kind of presence?]
[The demon boss can crossdress. Who can resist a crossdressing boss?]
[That sounds reasonable.]
[Can you guys wake up? Only elementary school students make choices. God Xin takes them all. Forget about presence or no presence. Even if there were three more angels and six more demons, God Xin will handle them all.]
[??? Brother, I suspect you’re high, but I have no proof.]
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The crow looked at Hongyue through the peephole for a while and cawed, “She wants to act aloof.”
“She was trained by her family to be a well-mannered and obedient girl, but she detests that state and only wants to be a carefree and rebellious bad girl.”
“We generally refer to this desire as ‘decadence.’”
Bai Lixin said, “It doesn’t seem like one of the seven deadly sins.”
The crow replied, “Desires come in various forms, strange and unique. They can’t simply be divided into the seven deadly sins. The seven lords represent the strongest seven sins within the realm of decadent desires, but there are many other desires beyond those seven.”
“Although those desires don’t belong to the seven deadly sins, they still belong to the demonic realm.”
As the agreed five minutes were about to pass, Bai Lixin decided not to tidy up the lobby but instead opened the door and walked out.
Hongyue was enjoying her cigarette, lost in her own world.
When she saw Bai Lixin walk out of his room, she paused momentarily before continuing to blow smoke rings.
