Chapter 75: IF-Line Fairytale AU Extra (Part 3) [Extra]
Falling in love with the Demon King, for an angel, was probably only a little more difficult than breathing.
He had lived in the magnificent castle since he was a child, and the Demon King had personally taken care of his food, clothing, and daily life. No matter how busy he was with political affairs, the Demon King would always find time to coax his precious to sleep every night.
Even on the day Bai Yan suddenly realized that he was not the Demon King’s biological child, and not even a demon, that he was the angel egg the Demon King hated the most, and that he was nothing like his Tingyu, Bai Yan drooped his little wings in dejection, hid in the depths of the walk-in closet, refused to see anyone, and secretly cried on the Demon King’s clothes, refusing to come out.
It was the Demon King who had dismissed the servants, knocked on room after room, and finally found the little angel in the depths of the walk-in closet, crying so hard his wings were trembling.
The man’s heart had instantly softened. He had reached out his hand, carefully carried his precious out, and had taken the initiative to put his long hair in the little angel’s hand, comforting him softly.
His precious was one of a kind. Whether he was a demon or not, he would always be his treasure.
The Demon King was the master of hell, his status noble, his aura majestic. But only in front of the angel would he let down all his defenses, his gentleness and patience incredible.
He was also the angel’s most intimate family, the most trusted elder, the most inseparable companion.
This unconditional dependence, pride, and admiration had accompanied Bai Yan as he grew up day by day, gradually taking root and sprouting, nourished day and night.
Finally, on a spring night, it had broken through the soil, and along with sticky clothes and moist dreams, it had become an undeniable, sweet desire.
Bai Yan knew that his love for the Demon King had quietly changed.
It was not the love of a family member, but the kind of love that wanted to be a lover.
And his Tingyu must also love him, right?
The angel’s eyes overflowed with a smile. He happily fell onto the large bed in the room, hugged the rabbit toy tightly, so happy that even the tips of his wings couldn’t help but tremble.
He was immersed in the fantasy of a successful confession. The room was filled with fresh flowers from all over, their fragrance rich and fragrant. The young man soon fell into a sweet dream.
He didn’t notice that in the spot by the window, a bouquet of fresh crystal flowers had quietly disappeared.
On the other side of the white wall, the Demon King let out a cold laugh. The crystal flower in his hand was squeezed so tightly that the flower head drooped limply.
After a snap of his fingers, the crystal flower in his hand immediately turned to ashes.
The man’s gaze grew even colder, his mood sinking to the bottom.
Did his precious think he didn’t know what the elven holy land festival meant?
His precious has just come of age, only fifteen hundred years old, so young.
Hah, he’d like to see which blind thing it is. A demon, an elf, or a dragon?
The Demon King thought hard all night but couldn’t find any suspects.
His precious was with him every day. It was impossible for anyone to deceive his precious right under his nose.
So who was the person his precious liked?
The low pressure emanating from the Demon King was too obvious. The castle servants trembled, working much harder than usual, afraid that the Demon King, in a bad mood, would take it out on them.
Even the hellhound had reined itself in a lot. It quietly gathered the fragments of the vase it had knocked over with its paws and didn’t dare to wander around, following Bai Yan around with its tail between its legs every day.
Only the angel was oblivious, humming a song every day, happily replacing the evening primrose in the castle, and eating and walking with the Demon King as usual.
Finally, on the day of the festival, the elven holy land was crowded with travelers from all three realms. The Demon King reined in his aura and walked side by side with the angel.
On the fragrant path, there were intertwined hands and intimate lovers everywhere.
From time to time, someone would kneel on one knee and, under the surprised gaze of their lover, take out a long-prepared ring and propose, blushing and stammering.
The sweet atmosphere between the lovers filled the entire holy land. The holy tree, feeling the scent of love, shook its pink and white petals, giving its most sincere blessing.
Only the Demon King was on high alert, occasionally scanning his surroundings, preventing anyone from suddenly jumping in front of his precious.
The two of them walked deeper and deeper, and the crowd around them grew smaller.
Seeing a faint, crystal-clear light in the distant weeds, Bai Yan’s eyes suddenly lit up. He pulled on Tingyu’s sleeve and hurried forward.
He pushed aside the messy weeds, and a small white flower shook its leaves and suddenly appeared before them.
The small flower grew among the tender green leaves. Its petals were layered, and because it had absorbed enough moonlight, it glowed with a crystal-clear luster.
“What kind of flower is this?” Bai Yan crouched down, gently reached out his finger, and tentatively fiddled with the petals a few times.
The moist moonlight seemed to dance on his fingertips.
“It’s jasmine.” A smile touched Pei Tingyu’s lips as he answered softly.
“Tingyu, you’re so amazing. You know everything.”
Bai Yan: “It would be great if we could transplant jasmine to hell. Its ability to absorb moonlight is much better than evening primrose.”
Pei Tingyu raised an eyebrow and chuckled lightly. “If my precious needs its seeds, it’s very simple. But to have it adapt to the soil of hell, that will require our precious’s efforts.”
Bai Yan smiled sweetly. “That won’t be a problem for me.”
The moonlight was hazy, the evening wind tight, and fireflies danced in the woods.
But Pei Tingyu had no intention of admiring the view. His gentle gaze was fixed on the person before him.
Because his precious was more beautiful than any scenery in the world.
Having found a suitable plant, there was only one other major matter left.
Bai Yan pressed his lips together, blinked shyly, and slowly stood up, his soft lips gently parting. “Tingyu…”
“Mm?” The man cast him a puzzled look.
“My precious, what’s wrong?”
Bai Yan didn’t speak. He cleared his throat, a light blush spreading across his face.
He produced a large bouquet of red roses from behind him and quickly stuffed it into the Demon King’s hand.
The young man lifted his chin, pretending to be calm as he pressed his lips together, and looked steadily at his Tingyu.
“The roses of the elves are blessed by the holy tree. It is said that if you give them to the person you like, the chance of a successful confession will be greatly increased.”
A hint of apprehension tinged the young man’s soft, clear voice, but his gaze was still frank. “Tingyu, I like you. Do you like me?”
“I don’t want to just be your family. I want to be your lover.”
After a long time without an answer from the man, Bai Yan’s eyes dimmed, and a layer of moisture filled them.
He kicked a stone at his feet and said sullenly, “Cough, of course, if you don’t have any thoughts of dating right now, that’s understandable.”
“But…” facing the stunned Demon King, the angel held back his tears and added fiercely, “if you want to marry a demon queen in the future, you must consider me first.”
Pei Tingyu stared at the beautiful young man in a daze, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.
The person his precious likes is him?
An indescribable ecstasy filled his chest, instantly flowing through his entire body, making his very soul tremble.
He finally understood where the baseless annoyance and pain from before had come from.
It was jealousy.
He was jealous of anyone who could possibly be loved by Bai Yan.
Yes, how could he not love his precious?
If someone was destined to be his precious’s lover, then why shouldn’t that person be him?
It could only be him. It had to be him.
The Demon King’s eyes turned red. He hugged his treasure tightly, his large hands gripping his precious’s waist.
When there was no gap between them, he could feel his very soul trembling with satisfaction.
This is how it should be. He belongs only to his precious, and his precious belongs only to him.
“My precious, of course I love you.”
“I love you, it’s the love of a lover.”
“My partner, the demon queen of hell, can only be you.”
The Demon King frowned in annoyance. The confession should have been done by him. It was all his fault for realizing his feelings too late.
But it was okay. He would give his precious the grandest wedding.
The angel was held in the Demon King’s embrace, tears of surprise welling up in his eyes.
Their pounding heartbeats intertwined, and neither could tell whose was whose.
Bai Yan blinked, a smile on his lips as he said softly, “Actually, there’s one last step to the confession…”
The angel’s earlobes were beet red, and he shyly lowered his gaze.
A low chuckle escaped Pei Tingyu’s throat. He bent down and, with cherish, cupped his precious’s chin, his lips gently pressing against his.
Rustle, rustle. The holy tree shook its full branches, and pink and white petals scattered with the wind.
The lovers held each other tightly, kissing in the rain of flowers.
Although the Demon King was a late bloomer, his subsequent actions were still swift and decisive. He quickly had the castle housekeeper draw up a complete wedding plan.
He returned to his room in high spirits. His precious had just washed up, his hair half-damp, and was lazily lying on the bed, flipping through an ancient book.
“Tingyu, you’re here.”
Seeing him, the young man immediately closed the book and tossed it aside, propping himself up on his elbows and offering a clean, brilliant smile.
“Mm, my precious has been waiting for a long time.”
A smile touched Pei Tingyu’s lips. He walked over with extreme naturalness, pulled the young man into his arms, and kissed the moist hair on the top of his head.
The man’s low, magnetic voice was a little helpless. “Why didn’t you dry your hair again? Be careful not to catch a cold.”
He lifted his finger, and the hair at his fingertip immediately became dry and light, resting softly on the young man’s shoulder.
Bai Yan said righteously, “I have you, so I don’t want to dry it.”
Bai Yan leaned against the man’s hot chest, nuzzling him comfortably, and, as he had when he was a child, played with the Demon King’s long, black hair.
The young man chattered on, saying that he had already finished researching the jasmine seeds. As soon as the goods from the elves arrived, they could start large-scale planting.
Besides jasmine, he had also discovered several other plants that could grow in hell. Soon, those mountains would no longer be bare.
On a summer night, a fragrant breeze blew.
The Demon King’s gaze lingered on the young man’s delicate neck. He nodded absent-mindedly, his desire, which had been dormant for many years, reawakening with it.
Bai Yan noticed the Demon King’s silence and looked up unhappily. As his body moved, he suddenly noticed the man’s unusual state.
Desire swirled in the Demon King’s dark eyes, the dormant beast eager to be unleashed.
Bai Yan was speechless.
Pei Tingyu was speechless.
The Demon King coughed into his hand and nonchalantly changed his position.
He asked casually if tonight’s honey-roasted chicken was good, and if he liked it, he would continue to make it tomorrow.
The young man’s lips pressed into a straight line. He shook his head to himself, suddenly pulled open the Demon King’s half-open collar, looked up, and kissed the man’s lips.
His hand trembled. Following the information his succubus friend had kindly provided, he gently covered it.
Pei Tingyu’s Adam’s apple bobbed sexily. His gaze darkened, and he wrapped his arms around his precious’s waist, gradually deepening the kiss.
The world spun, and his snow-white lashes trembled, slowly covering his eyelids.
That night, the Demon King fully displayed the single-man skills he had accumulated over many years.
The angel, with a sob in his voice, revealed the white wings on his back, which he never showed to others and had once despised.
The soft feathers trembled uncontrollably and were caught by the Demon King, who kissed them inch by inch, mesmerized.
At the end, Bai Yan’s eyes were hazy. He thought in a daze, this situation, how is it different from what his friend had said?
Mm, his lover’s conditions in every aspect are indeed incomparably superior.
On their wedding day, a clear, bright sunlight shone down from the sky. All kinds of fresh flowers bloomed on the hillside paths, and hell was finally no longer dark and barren.
The people gathered in front of the parade float and, to the demon queen who had brought them sunlight and fresh flowers, their most beloved little prince, they threw pure white rose petals high.
Under the witness of everyone, the Demon King held his lover and kissed him deeply.
I love you, Bai Yan.
Before, as family. Now, as a lover.
As long as the daylight in hell exists, it will forever witness our love.
