After Marrying The Evil God

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... He had really attracted what he feared.

Right as Qi Baicha went out, he saw Fu Mingye who was holding a paper food packaging bag in his hand. The man was expressionlessly standing by the door, the amount of time he had been standing there unknown.

Seeing that he had come out, Fu Mingye snorted coldly, turning to leave.

"..."

He was jealous, he was jealous, he was jealous again, again, again.

Qi Baicha raised his head, glancing at the shining, hot sun above his head, and pretended to weakly support his forehead: "Walk a little slower, will you, I feel a little dizzy..."

Fu Mingye immediately stepped back, asking worriedly, "Heat stroke?"

Qi Baicha nodded slightly. His skin was pale, and his face was faintly flushed from the scorching sun, having signs that really seemed like heatstroke.

He said: "It's hot, I don't want to walk."

"Hold the bag." Fu Mingye handed the paper bag to Qi Baicha, squatting down in front of him, "Come up."

It was lunch time. The students were all eating in the cafeteria, so there weren't many people on the way back.

The staff were also gathered in another place to distribute boxed lunches, and the guests were in the air-conditioned lounge, eating the takeaways ordered by their assistants.

Even if he were carried the entire way back, no one would see it.

Qi Baicha curled his lips and lay on Fu Mingye's back.

Fu Mingye weighed him on his back. He was extremely light, like cotton.

"Told you, you should exercise more. You have such a weak physique; you can even get dizzy from just being out in the sun for a while. From now on, wake up in the morning to go on morning runs. No stopping before running ten laps. I'll accompany you..."

Fu Mingye lectured Qi Baicha as he carried him, walking slowly on a campus trail under the shade of the trees, next to a turquoise lake.

Dense leaves reached out from the weighed-down branches, caressing the tips of Qi Baicha's hair, carrying a fragrance of fresh vegetation.

Qi Baicha lay on Fu Mingye's body, leaning on him and chuckling, saying jokingly: "As if it isn't because Mr. Fu always drags me in the morning to do a different exercise, so that I don't have time to exercise."

Fu Mingye almost tripped over a stone that was on the ground.

Luckily he remembered he was still carrying someone on his back, as he was barely able to stand firm.

That sentence impacted him strongly enough, and that was a shameless remark that Qi Baicha wasn't supposed to be able to say.

"What are you talking about?" Fu Mingye's face was also dyed with a thin layer of red; he thought it must've been from sun exposure.

"You dare to do it but dare not acknowledge it? Mr. Fu." Qi Baicha lowered his head, his lips brushing against Fu Mingye's earlobe, his voice clear and soft, "You do me until I'm so tired, but you still want to drag me out to run. How cruel of you."

— How did one deal with a tsundere, jealous, and obsessive demon?

— Be able to act more coquettishly than him.

These were Qi Baicha's words of advice.

So what if he was a jealous and obsessive demon? As long as he overcame the toughness with softness, Mr. Fu wouldn't be able to do anything to him.