C81 Help! the Great Devil Is Here!

Ye Yuvyuv thought, "This is terrifying. Is this fool really going to latch onto me like I'm his mom?"

Darn it, I'm still a single lady, alright!

Ye Yuvyuv glanced across the table at Henry, who was waving and trying to look cute. She felt an overwhelming urge to just leave him there, embarrassed by his antics.

It was so humiliating. The entire restaurant was staring at them like they were watching a couple of idiots.

Yes, the look people give when they're watching two fools.

And here she was, someone known for her cleverness and charm, now reduced to being seen as a fool alongside this guy.

Ugh!

Ye Yuvyuv was fuming, tempted to knock some sense into Henry, who was obliviously grinning at her with his big, goofy smile.

Thankfully, the steaks arrived just then.

The waiter, as he set down the plates, conveniently blocked the prying eyes of the other patrons.

While placing the plates, the waiter leaned in and whispered to Ye Yuvyuv, "Miss, is that gentleman your boyfriend? If he is, I suggest you find another one. He seems to have a few screws loose."

The waiter discreetly tapped his temple as he spoke.

"Ahem..."

Feeling thirsty, Ye Yuvyuv took a big gulp of orange juice. Hearing the waiter's comment, she couldn't hold back and ended up spraying the juice all over the perfectly cooked steak.

The waiter said, "Uh, sorry, miss. That was my fault. I'll talk to the chef and get you a new one. This one's on me..."

Before he could finish, a tall figure suddenly appeared beside Ye Yuvyuv, swiftly grabbing a napkin to gently wipe her mouth.

Henry, looking worried, said, "Yuvyuv, you need to be more careful when you drink. Take it slow, or you'll end up choking, and that's really uncomfortable. Let me help you wipe that off, just stay still."

Henry, a tall and imposing man, suddenly transformed into a nurturing figure as he crouched down beside Yuvyuv, gently wiping the corner of her mouth. Yuvyuv was so taken aback that she didn't know how to react.

Just then, the waiter, in a low voice, added, "Miss, I take back my earlier rude suggestion. Your boyfriend here is really attentive. Even as a guy, I find it heartwarming."

"Ha!"

Thankfully, Yuvyuv didn't have any water in her mouth, or she would have spit it out again. The waiter's words seemed to catch in her throat, causing her to cough a few times.

Seeing her cough so hard, Henry, genuinely concerned, reached out to pat her back. His hand was just about to make contact when a chilling voice suddenly cut through the air, "Take your hand away!"

The voice was like a cold wave, instantly enveloping the entire restaurant. All the patrons shivered at the sound.

Who was it?

The restaurant door, now wide open, revealed a man in a deep blue military uniform. Tall and commanding, he exuded an aura of authority and restraint, standing at the entrance like a deity. His gaze, sharp as a blade, sliced through the room and landed on the petite figure of Yuvyuv. His voice, cold and firm, echoed, "Little one, I leave for a moment, and you sneak out to play. Come on, let's go home."

Clang!

Startled, Yuvyuv dropped the glass she was holding, spilling water all over the table. It trickled down the edge and onto her clothes, but she didn't even notice.

Only a pair of bright amber eyes seemed to flicker, with the eyelids blinking rapidly.

"Mom, help! The big bad devil is here, and he's going to eat us!"

Yuvyuv screamed internally, terrified to the core. Her hands shook, her feet trembled, her heart raced—her entire body was quaking.

She thought, having died once and been reborn, if anyone asked her what still frightened her in this world, she'd shout without hesitation, "Yes, it's the Great Devil Leader, Huo Lingxiao!"

In both her past and present life, his name was like a curse. Just the mention of him sent shivers down her spine. That man was the embodiment of a devil.

Reborn or not, she was still human, just flesh and blood. How could she not fear a devil?

Oh no, oh no, with the devil's appearance, her little life was in danger!

Yuvyuv turned her head, ready to bolt.

As she thought this, her feet moved instinctively, quickly taking a step forward.

"Little one, if you dare to run, I won't mind dragging you back and punishing you twice as much," Huo Lingxiao's voice echoed as if from a dark palace.

Yuvyuv's small frame shivered, too scared to move.

Her big eyes blinked rapidly, unwilling to give up, as she pondered how to appease this great devil and avoid punishment.

She still remembered the contract she signed, the one that stripped her of her rights.

The most prominent part, seemingly enlarged on purpose, read, "No interactions with any man other than the Great Devil Huo Lingxiao. Any violation will not be tolerated."

Ugh, that devil always kept his word.

He wouldn't eat her, would he?

So scary, she didn't want that.

She wanted to run but lacked the courage. Yuvyuv quickly thought, should she shamelessly try to please this great devil?

Maybe, if the Great Devil was in a good mood, he might just let her off the hook.

As she pondered how to win over the Great Devil, Henry suddenly, and quite fearlessly, stepped in front of her. "Who are you, and why should Little Yuvyuv go with you?"

Ye Yuvyuv's heart skipped a beat as she quickly reached out to tug at Henry. This fool, did he not realize he was speaking to a devil? A devil, for crying out loud! Was he in a hurry to meet his end?

Unexpectedly, her attempt to pull Henry back caught the attention of Huo Lingxiao. He lazily responded to Henry, "You don't even know who I am, you fool. How many lives do you think you have to stand in my way?"

Huo Lingxiao carried himself with an air of noble arrogance, not even sparing a glance at Henry. In his eyes, only those he deemed worthy could capture his attention. Like that little thing across from him, trying to hide under the table. As for others, the only way they'd get his attention was as a corpse.

With long, commanding strides, Huo Lingxiao coldly approached Ye Yuvyuv. The chilling, intimidating aura of a soldier surrounded him, like the icy grip of a winter storm, making every guest too afraid to even lift their heads.

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