Accidentally Impregnating a Demon Lord

The moonlight poured down and fell on him. His handsome eyes were unruly and free. Even when their eyes met, he did not look away and only looked at her quietly.

Song Zhi paused and blurted out without thinking, “Demon Lord, you still want to eat porridge, right?”

After asking, Song Zhi was speechless. In the original text, when Mo Xiuyao fell ill, he was not only extremely cold, but also often accompanied by bone-scraping pain. Now, his whole body was covered in frost, how could he still have the mood to eat?

“Yes.” Mo Xiuyao casually admitted.

Song Zhi’s mouth twitched. Forget it, just pretend that she did not say anything. She returned to Mo Xiuyao’s side. “Then I’ll feed you. Swallow the porridge before it turns cold. Don’t give it time to freeze.”

Mo Xiuyao thought about it for a moment and felt that it was feasible. Seeing that he agreed, Song Zhi scooped out the remaining congee in the pot and quickly passed a spoonful to Mo Xiuyao. Mo Xiuyao did not hesitate and swallowed it in one gulp.

“How is it?” Song Zhi was full of anticipation.

“It’s still a little cold.” Mo Xiuyao frowned.

“It’s good enough that you didn’t freeze into a pile of ice,” Song Zhi said and fed him another mouthful.

“It’s not as good as your previous cooking.” Mo Xiuyao commented.

This person was almost frozen into a little ice man, yet he still had the mood to criticize her cooking? Song Zhi laughed in her heart and put on a fake smile. “I made it this afternoon. I overdid it since you didn’t come.”

Mo Xiuyao nodded slightly. After taking another bite, he suddenly clenched his fists. His jawline was stretched into a sharp arc, and even his Adam’s apple began to tremble. Song Zhi felt that the surroundings seemed to be even colder. When she looked up, she saw that the frost on Mo Xiuyao’s body was getting thicker and thicker. It was August, when the autumn sun was strong, but his body was as cold as the coldest days.

“Demon Lord, are you alright?” It was Song Zhi’s first time seeing a frozen person up close. Although she knew that anything was possible in cultivation novels, she was still shocked by this scene.

Mo Xiuyao frowned to resist the cold in his body and did not have time to take care of Song Zhi. Song Zhi licked her lips and could not hold back her curiosity. She secretly stretched out her finger and touched the back of Mo Xiuyao’s hand. It was so cold that Song Zhi quickly retracted her hand. Just as she was about to get him two pieces of clothing to keep him warm, she saw that the frost on the back of his hand that she had touched suddenly melted. Song Zhi was stunned and held his hand again. This time, it was too obvious, and Mo Xiuyao noticed it.

“What are you doing? Are you trying to take advantage of me?” Mo Xiuyao’s voice was emotionless.

Song Zhi quickly let go. “No, no. It’s just… Demon Lord, look, the frost on your hand has melted.”

Song Zhi exclaimed as if she had made a big discovery. Mo Xiuyao looked down and saw that the frost had indeed melted where Song Zhi had touched.

“I know. It must be because of my all-yang physique, which can restrain the… dense frost on your body.” Song Zhi was so excited that she almost told him about Mo Xiuyao’s Cold Yin Disease which was unknown to outsiders.

Without waiting for Mo Xiuyao’s response, Song Zhi held his hand again. The two of them looked down at the same time and saw the frost receding like a tide from the place where Song Zhi touched. After a while, the temperature around them rose. Although it was still very cold, it was much better than before.

Mo Xiuyao was probably feeling better. The frown between his brows gradually loosened and he slowly exhaled a cold breath. Unfortunately, this peace did not last for long. The cold disease acted up again, and this time it was more violent. Mo Xiuyao’s expression changed slightly and he directly pulled Song Zhi into his arms.

Song Zhi was caught off guard and crashed into Mo Xiuyao’s hard chest. Before she could cry out in pain, she felt a bone-piercing chill burrowing into her body. She was so cold that she shivered. Although this chill was brought by Mo Xiuyao, she still instinctively burrowed into his arms, trying to get warm.

Mo Xiuyao and Song Zhi’s breathing was a little heavy. One of them felt very cold, while the other felt like the cold had subsided a lot. The cold air they exhaled intertwined and gradually became the same frequency.

“Actually,” Song Zhi said hesitantly, “there’s another way to make you really warm.”

“What?” Mo Xiuyao was puzzled.

“Have you ever heard of generating heat by friction?” Song Zhi looked at Mo Xiuyao with a pure expression.

After Song Zhi finished speaking, Mo Xiuyao fell into a strange silence. Seeing that he did not reply, Song Zhi was not disappointed and continued to guide him, “Do you know what’s heat from friction?”

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