During the day, I was a cute and harmless little hairball in the Demon King's arms; at night, I became a "pervert professional" who was feared throughout the Demon Palace.
Today, I will pretend to be a demon king and write greasy love poems; tomorrow I will turn into white moonlight and make my lord upset; and the day after tomorrow, I will have to shout "I miss you" with a strong and honest voice.
I thought I was wearing a tight vest, until - Protector Zuo silently handed over the "Vest Garment Affairs Report Form", the demon king squatted on the wall to watch the show, and Yao Lao took a small notebook and asked me about "physiological reactions during transformation".
And the man who picked me up just pinched the back of my neck and chuckled: "Have you had enough, my little pervert?"
After falling off the horse, the entire Demon Palace received the highest order: protect that "ordinary" little furball at all costs.
Only I know that the Nether Ancestor whispered in my mind: "You are my perfect container..."
When the ancient demon declared war on me, I raised my vest and sneered: "I'm sorry, this skin, now I have the final say."
