Chapter 11

“What if I don’t agree?” Mo Xiuyao retorted.

Song Zhi choked for a moment, then said sincerely, “Then I’ll continue to cook for you until you can’t live without my cooking and can’t bear to see me die. Then you’ll take the initiative to help me.”

Mo Xiuyao looked at Song Zhi with a faint smile. Finally, he slowly got up under her expectant and nervous gaze.

“You can…” With that, he turned around and left.

Song Zhi was confused. What did he mean by that? Why did he run off before he finished his words? Song Zhi was filled with doubts, but she did not dare to stop Mo Xiuyao.

Unknowingly, the sky had turned dark and the Demon’s Note Valley at night became even more humid and dark. Song Zhi rubbed her arms and was a little glad that even though her cultivation level was extremely low, it was not completely zero. She could at least resist this dense humidity. Otherwise, if she stayed for a few more days, she would definitely suffer from rheumatism and bone diseases.

Seeing that she would have to stay here for the next ten days, Song Zhi decided to settle down by the stream. Firstly, it was because the open space was relatively large. Secondly, it was close to a water source and it was very convenient to cook. As she thought of this, Song Zhi took out the tent she bought on the road from her Cosmos Bag and rolled up her sleeves to set up the camp. After setting up the tent, she started to make the bed. When everything was ready, she took out a bead that could absorb moisture and placed it in the tent. The sticky air around her instantly became fresher.

Song Zhi looked at the plain beads in the tent and said in satisfaction, “This thing is better than the central air conditioner.” That was why she did not want to die.

Late at night, Song Zhi finally lay down on the dry and soft bedding. She let out a long sigh of relief and began to think about what Mo Xiuyao meant when he said ‘you can’. Did he agree to her plan or agreed to help her? Song Zhi tossed and turned and finally fell asleep at dawn. Even in her sleep, she was thinking about what ‘you can’ meant. In the end, she was woken up by Mo Xiuyao less than two hours after she slept.

“Make me breakfast,” Mo Xiuyao ordered.

Song Zhi stared at Mo Xiuyao for a long time before she finally confirmed that when he said ‘you can’ yesterday, he meant that she can continue to make delicious food for him! He really was a dog!

Although Song Zhi was dissatisfied, she did not dare to show it. She yawned and got out of bed. Just as she was about to go out, she saw Mo Xiuyao staring at her bedding. Perhaps she had slept too little and her brain was not working well. “This is a very soft goose down quilt. Sir Demon Lord, do you want to try it?”

The moment she finished speaking, Song Zhi regretted it, afraid that Mo Xiuyao would nod his head!

Due to the car accident in her previous life, Song Zhi had to stay in the ICU for more than half a year with her arms and legs broken. She now cherished every day of her health very much. Therefore, she bought many things worth enjoying, such as this goose down quilt. So… Mo Xiuyao wouldn’t really agree, right?

Song Zhi swallowed her saliva silently. The moment Mo Xiuyao raised his eyes to look at her, she quickly added, “But you have to sleep with me!”

“You wish,” Mo Xiuyao snorted. With that, he left the tent.

Song Zhi heaved a sigh of relief and followed him out happily. From that day on, Song Zhi and Mo Xiuyao would meet at least three times a day for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Occasionally, they would meet for the fourth time, for supper. Every time they met, Song Zhi would try to persuade Mo Xiuyao to do dual cultivation with her. However, Mo Xiuyao would leave after eating and ignore her. After seven days, Song Zhi’s sense of crisis became more and more serious. Finally, during breakfast time, she changed into a half-covered, half-revealing tulle dress.

The dress was aqua blue, and it gave off a misty feeling. As she walked, her long legs could be vaguely seen. This dress was not considered a sexy dress in the real world, but it was definitely on the level of erotic lingerie in this world! Song Zhi did not want to go to this extent either. However, seeing that she only had 12 days left to live, she could only take a risk.

She glanced at her dress, then heaved a sigh of relief and began kneading the dough and chopping the stuffing. She made buns of random shapes and placed them neatly into the pan. She added flour and water to create a white soup, then covered the pan and began frying.

Mo Xiuyao appeared when the water was boiled dry and oil was poured on it. Song Zhi immediately bent down slightly and tried her best to pose gracefully. Mo Xiuyao approached her step by step and she became more and more nervous. Just as she was thinking about whether she should say the classic line of ‘do you want to eat first or eat me first’, Mo Xiuyao asked, “What are you doing?”