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So here's the thing: the demons had no sense of shame. At all.
They wore few clothes, they were sexy, seductive, and shameless. They didn't care about the human standards of decorum and, if necessary, went around naked without particular problems or shame.
We shouldn't be surprised: they were still part of the world of a stallon novel. Being sexy was a minimum requirement.
And there weren't only women, but men too - the author's poor gay heart couldn't bear to make them ugly. Even though he had tried! - confusing mortals and causing righteous cultivators to despair.
Luo Binghe was no exception. He was bold and shameless, he knew he was beautiful and didn't hesitate to use it to his advantage.
But there was a problem: Shen Qingqiu. The only one who is more shameless than him without even trying. And Luo Binghe had no one else to blame but himself.
"Husband, it's just us, we can also have fewer clothes on ..."
“Husband, what do we have to worry about? We can get in with something more comfortable. It's summer, after all ... "
His primary reason was to see Shen Qingqiu in all his beauty.
He had underestimated how quickly his husband would adapt, nor how much he would be affected by it.
Shizun did everything with unearthly grace, effortlessly, without even trying: he was an ethereal divine being who had come down to Earth to be with an unworthy man like Luo Binghe.
The demon lord thought he was prepared for anything. But seeing his husband abandon the layers of clothing as one gets rid of an armor did something inside him that he didn't expect. Not for the first time, he wished to lock him in a room of his palace in the Demon Realm and never let him out.
Such beauty had to be protected at any cost.
"Binghe, would you like to help me tie my hair?"
"S-sure Shizun ..."
Binghe had thought he would be the winner.
He believed that Shizun would melt as soon as he saw him in glorious nakedness. It was his plan.
But now, the one who couldn't come up with a coherent thought was him, and Shizun didn't have a clue what he was doing to him!
Shen Qingqiu really didn't know. He was just happy that he could have fewer clothes on. It was fucking summer. It was very hot and he was feeling himself burned alive. It wasn't dramatic, it was the truth! Binghe's idea was a good one. Without air conditioning what else could they do?
He didn't understand his husband's blush. Oh, he must have suffered from the heat too.
"Do you want me to tie your hair too?"
The mighty demon king, the terror of humans, seemed on the verge of death.
What an exaggeration!