Forced To Become The Devil’S Succubus Lover Chapter 30

Loren forcefully pressed Su Sheng’s hand, pulling the clothes back over him.

“Wear this, or you’ll be the only one who gets sick.”

Su Sheng hid the disgust in his eyes, turning his head away without any further reaction.

Night fell.

The streets tonight were deserted, and even the lamps were extinguished.

Loren proactively walked ahead to scout the way, but what he didn’t know was that Su Sheng had recovered all his memories, and the darkness couldn’t obstruct his vision.

Su Sheng followed behind Loren, looking at that back. His heart was cold. The image of that back during the daytime resurfaced in his mind, and the feeling of betrayal intensified. Hatred began to sprout in his heart, little by little.

Every step Loren took was extremely slow, and he constantly looked back. He even warned Su Sheng about a tiny pebble on the ground. This attitude was like treating a priceless treasure.

If Su Sheng were still in the dark, perhaps at this moment he would be secretly delighted, happily indulging in the affection shown by the person he liked.

But Su Sheng now knew Loren’s true identity and had faced reality.

He just still didn’t understand the Demon King’s purpose in doing this.

A sudden clap of thunder split the sky, and lightning illuminated everything around them, including half of the Demon King’s face.

In that instant, that half-face was incredibly pale, and the profile highly overlapped with the appearance of the Demon King on the day he was killed, suddenly reminding Su Sheng of a sentence the Demon King had spoken before his death.

The Demon King had said, “Kill me, and you will regret it, especially you.”

He had once thought the three-day promise was the Demon King’s method of revenge, but it wasn’t. Given Lishiel’s personality, how could he so easily let go of the person who killed him?

If Lishiel wanted revenge on him, the means would never be as simple as just killing him.

The Demon King transformed into a human prince, approached him, and gained his trust. Everything he had done up until now made his true purpose clear.

Su Sheng let out a low chuckle, his eyes filled with coldness. The hands beneath his clothes involuntarily clenched and trembled.

After a while, he slowly calmed down.

But this calm was like a sea encompassing an iceberg—peaceful on the surface, yet with strong undercurrents beneath, attempting to swallow and shatter the “iceberg” lodged in its heart.

The killing intent had swelled to its peak. Lishiel, since you harbor such intentions, don’t blame him for returning tit for tat.

He would play this game of wits with him until the very end.

Loren, hearing the movement ahead, stopped, turned around, and walked over with concern, asking what was wrong.

Su Sheng suppressed the blood boiling from his killing intent. As he passed Loren, his hands were tightly clenched into fists, but he merely shook his head faintly and said, “Nothing, let’s go.”

Loren noticed his coldness and tentatively stepped closer, a smile rising on his lips: “Norton, I…”

But just as Loren took half a step forward, before Su Sheng could react, his brain had already issued an instruction—he took a step back.

Loren’s smile froze on his face.

Although still smiling, Loren didn’t approach further. He stood in place, his gaze carrying a hint of helplessness: “The wind is strong. You should pull your collar up higher.”

Su Sheng’s eyes were momentarily still, and his heart inexplicably tightened, but realizing this, his expression grew colder. He tightly pursed his lips, saying nothing, but he still did as Loren said, pulling the cloak draped over his shoulders up higher, then walking past Loren.

After all, Loren was right; his body was his own.

That person followed behind, walking neither too far nor too close. Su Sheng didn’t deliberately look, but he could still catch a glimpse of him from the corner of his eye.

Loren had his hands in his pockets, his back slightly hunched, and the appropriate smile still hung on his lips, but that smile lacked its usual casual arrogance. He looked deflated, like a frosted eggplant.

Su Sheng silently withdrew his gaze, focusing only on the path ahead.

Once they reached the house, seeing that Loren was lingering, Su Sheng said flatly, “I’m tired.”

But Loren remained standing there, unmoving. Su Sheng didn’t chase him out; he simply pulled up a chair and sat down, patiently waiting while flipping through a book.

“You said you were tired? Why aren’t you sleeping?”

After a long pause, Loren suddenly spoke this sentence, staring at him without blinking. His undisguised gaze swept over Su Sheng inch by inch, from top to bottom, not missing any subtle change.

Su Sheng knew Loren must be confused now and would definitely observe and probe him carefully. He wasn’t in the mood to put on an act for Loren, but he also didn’t intend to let him know that he had discovered his identity.

Su Sheng closed the book, casually placing it aside. He leaned back in the chair and said coldly:

“I can’t sleep. I’m waiting for you to leave.”

Loren stared at him deeply for a moment, then said, “Is that so? But usually, you sleep perfectly fine when I’m here. Why is today different?”

“Maybe it’s special.”

The answer was too perfunctory, and Loren instantly noticed it. For a moment, Su Sheng felt Loren scrutinizing him, seemingly wondering if he had discovered his identity, but Su Sheng didn’t bother to change his expression, meeting the Demon King’s eyes directly.

The feeling of being scrutinized quickly ended; it was a very uncomfortable sensation. Su Sheng didn’t even lift an eyelid. He raised his hand, and the kettle automatically refilled his cup with water.

He took a sip of water, his fingertips rubbing the cup as he waited quietly.

Given the Demon King’s temper, he should turn around and leave, right? he thought carelessly.

But unexpectedly, Loren neither flared up nor got angry. He calmed down in a very short time, took Su Sheng’s cup, refilled it, and handed it back to him, adopting an extremely sincere tone as he asked, “Did I do something wrong?”

Facing Loren like this, a faint irritation welled up in Su Sheng’s heart, but he fiercely suppressed it. Then, he raised his eyes expressionlessly and asked, “Where did you go today?”

Loren’s expression showed a momentary surprise, followed by a smile: “So that’s what this is about. I went to Bia’s house to treat him. You know, he’s always prone to fainting.”

“Where did you go today? Did you go back to help at Mrs. Vilga’s shop?”

Loren asked in return.

Su Sheng thus confirmed that the other party had indeed not noticed his visit during the day, and even the ring dropped near the stairs had not been discovered.

Feeling slightly relieved, he said faintly, “Yes.”

Loren pulled up a chair and sat down, then stared at him for a while longer, complaining half-jokingly, “Norton, are you troubled by something today? Your attitude is so cold.”

Su Sheng played with the water cup in his hand, letting out a cold scoff internally. This tactic might have worked on his former self, but now… this person was quite good at pretending.

After quietly staring at Loren for a moment, Su Sheng finally managed to offer a hint of a smile. This smile was also half-genuine, devoid of any warmth: “My memory has recovered. Thank you for your help during this time.”

Loren’s face showed understanding, and his attitude unconsciously reverted to his former self. He smiled slightly, his blue eyes filled with sincerity, and said, “My dear Saint Son, you are back.”

He then added, “I am very sorry that you were so severely injured trying to save me.” His tone was equally sincere.

How could Su Sheng not know that Loren was testing him? But he also smiled, his expression carrying a touch of genuine emotion: “We are even now.”

Su Sheng clearly saw the smile on Loren’s lips slowly disappear. Even his habitual smile vanished. His blue eyes showed a hint of melancholy, like ripples disturbing a calm lake, making him seem pitiful.

The person opposite him is the Demon King. Su Sheng thought coldly once more.

Loren quickly nodded and said, “I understand.” He closed the door and left without even taking his clothes.

But Su Sheng knew Loren hadn’t truly left; he was still standing outside the door.

The cold wind whistled against the window frame. Loren stood outside, his expression grim. His legs felt like they were filled with lead, heavy. He didn’t quite understand why he was still standing outside in the cold wind when the other person had clearly indicated he wasn’t welcome.

If anyone had dared to slight him like this before, their head would already be hanging on a banner outside the castle.

With his mouth pressed down, Loren turned and walked away without hesitation. But perhaps even he didn’t realize that his expressionless appearance looked exactly like a neglected, disappointed, and sulking incompetent husband.