Disguised as a Sickly Beautiful Fox to Seduce the Righteous Fairy - Chapter 11

“Was that line too cheesy?”

Shen Xi flicked her tail in frustration, realizing she’d read too many domineering CEO novels—her mind was now so greasy she could fry eight dishes with it.

Yet contrary to Shen Xi’s expectations, Meng Yingxue didn’t erupt in anger upon hearing those words. Instead, she simply nuzzled her cheek against the pillow and continued sleeping on Shen Xi’s bed, as if both her spirit and body had reached their absolute limits.

“As long as the Demon Lord keeps her promise,” Meng Yingxue murmured before drifting off.

Then a voice quietly chimed in: “Congratulations, Host. We’ve finally gained a point of affection. Here’s your reward item.”

The previously steady breathing gradually became heavier again.

Was this fox… developing feelings for her because of their intimate encounter? Or was it simply the fox race’s nature to crave comfort, making their interactions increase this nine-tailed fox’s fondness for her?

Meng Yingxue, who had only ever hunted and slain demons before, never imagined she’d one day be trying to decipher a nine-tailed fox demon’s thoughts.

Wait—why did the female lead’s peaceful, sleeping face seem like she was… acting cute?

Shen Xi found herself increasingly captivated, lost in contemplation.

“This lord always keeps her word,” she declared. “But this… is far from enough.”

Examining her conscience, Shen Xi didn’t consider herself particularly despicable. Honestly, she wasn’t taking advantage of the situation. It’s just that her target happened to be the female lead, and she needed to find ways to keep her in the demon realm for now.

As for that wretched old master of hers… whatever. As long as he didn’t interfere with her plans.

If she tried to capture and refine that old man with her current strength, it would likely backfire. Her most important task now was to recover from her injuries.

Pressing a finger to her dantian, Shen Xi noted the pain had lessened somewhat. It seemed the “high-level healing spell” the female lead mentioned actually worked.

Mmm, she couldn’t let this treasure slip away.

“That’s good then.”

Meng Yingxue slept deeply, unaware of what had transpired between them—and currently uninterested in finding out. After a lifetime of being the goody-two-shoes, indulging in this momentary surrender felt surprisingly pleasant.

In her previous life, the strict rules of the Lingyun Immortal Sect had bound Meng Yingxue too tightly. She’d devoted herself to cultivation, sacrificing everything for the common people, only to end up branded a villain.

A thought occurred to her: if they were all going to call her a demoness anyway… why not actually become one?

Just like that constant voice in her head said—this fox would become her future wife.

Shen Xi: “…”

Hiss…!

Something felt off.

Shouldn’t the female lead be furious with her? Following all novel tropes, Meng Yingxue should have tear-filled eyes, raising her hand to deliver a slap across Shen Xi’s face.

But none of that happened. Meng Yingxue simply closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

Kept… sleeping!

“Is my bed comfortable?”

Shen Xi shifted closer to the female lead, catching the faint, elegant fragrance emanating from her.

As expected of the female lead.

Every inch of her was fragrant.

Hmm… It wasn’t her fault for letting her thoughts wander. After all, a fox’s nose was naturally sharp—she could even detect the faintest trace of sweat on Meng Yingxue’s skin.

“Much more comfortable than the wilderness.”

Meng Yingxue hadn’t lain down to rest in a long time. As the head disciple of the Lingyun Immortal Sect, her days were filled with sect duties from the moment she opened her eyes.

There was never any leisure, let alone such idleness.

If her master saw her like this, she’d surely scold her again for neglecting cultivation in favor of indulgence.

What kind of evaluation was that?

It was like those default five-star reviews on takeout orders—just mindless automated responses.

No originality whatsoever.

But was Meng Yingxue really so indifferent to the heinous acts she’d committed?

Then again, the female lead was now her prisoner. What strength did she have left to resist?

Even if she wanted to escape, it would be nothing more than a pipe dream.

“Naturally. This venerable one’s bed is crafted from ten-thousand-year spiritwood. It’s not something just anyone can lie upon.”

And it truly was extraordinary—so comfortable that her fox fur practically bristled with delight.

Hearing the fox’s smug tone, Meng Yingxue let out a soft laugh. Without opening her eyes, she replied lazily, “The esteemed master speaks wisely.”

“It is indeed my fortune to rest upon this bed.”

A stalling tactic—this had to be the female lead’s stalling tactic! Otherwise, why would she be so… charming?!

“Congratulations, Host! You’ve gained another point of favorability!!!”

The shrill voice in her head made Meng Yingxue stare blankly at Shen Xi’s face.

The disciples of the Lingyun Immortal Sect often said that the fox who defected to the demonic realm had risen to power through ruthless methods, becoming one of the great demon lords.

But now that she’d met her, Meng Yingxue found that this fox wasn’t the bloodthirsty, wicked monster the disciples described.

At some point, the fox had even fetched a pillow to cushion her head.

“You humans—how are you even more silver-tongued than us demons?”

If not for her mental preparation, Shen Xi might’ve suspected the female lead was also a transmigrator like her!

But upon reflection, that was impossible.

If Meng Yingxue were from the modern era, she’d definitely recognize the signs.

Every gesture, every word—nothing about her suggested she was from the modern world.

“Esteemed master, these are not empty words, but my sincere thoughts.”

“Likewise, I hope the esteemed master will honor our agreement and return my junior disciples to the sect.”

Once this matter was settled, Meng Yingxue was determined to sever all ties with the Lingyun Immortal Sect. From then on, she would no longer be their senior sister—only Meng Yingxue, her true self.

“Once this venerable one recovers, they’ll be sent back.”

“But if my injuries don’t heal, I’ll have no choice but to skin those ignorant little brats, pluck their fur, and stew them into soup.”

Truly a fox—never making a deal without ensuring her own advantage.

“I will heal the esteemed master’s wounds. Please endure a little longer.”

Using high-level healing spells was extremely draining on spiritual energy. Unless absolutely necessary, Meng Yingxue wouldn’t resort to such a foolish tactic that harmed the enemy a thousand while damaging herself eight hundred.

Before Shen Xi could react, she felt the female lead’s slender fingers press against her spine.

Soon after, the wounds inflicted by the original body’s foolish actions began to gradually heal.

A ragged breath brushed against her neck as Meng Yingxue released her fingers, letting them fall weakly onto Shen Xi’s shoulder.

“Using high-level healing spells may cause lingering pain in the wounds. I hope the Sect Master can forgive me.”

Shen Xi: “…”

“You could’ve waited until sunset to say that.”