The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

The night deepened.

Luo Yan had just extinguished the magic crystal lamp by his bedside, preparing to lie down and rest, when two gentle knocks came from outside the door.

"Knock, knock."

Hopefully, it's not Lady Serena.

Luo Yan didn't know why he instinctively thought this way, but based on his past experiences, that lady was perhaps the only demon he couldn't handle—

She never gave him time to think.

Luo Yan was clear-eyed about himself.

The reason he could survive in Hell as a human was not due to Extraordinary Power, but to a brain that was still fairly useful.

Precisely because of this, he was extremely inept at dealing with those whose hands were quicker than their brains.

And not just him, Mr. Feistin must have also had headaches over Lady Serena's personality more than once...

Luo Yan threw on his coat and walked over to open the door.

To his surprise, it was Mia standing at the door.

She was wearing a deep purple silk nightgown, edged with delicate black gauze. Her freshly washed pink hair still retained traces of moisture, the semi-dry ends clinging to her collarbone, and she exuded a subtly sweet scent of citrus mixed with night dew.

Luo Yan noticed that her face still carried a flush of embarrassment, showing she hadn't completely shaken off the earlier awkwardness.

To be honest, he admired her courage quite a bit.

After such a socially-death-inducing incident, even if she disappeared for a week without showing up, he'd understand from the bottom of his heart.

"Is there something you need?" Seeing Mia hadn't started speaking, Luo Yan took the initiative to open the conversation.

Mia's lips moved slightly, her eyes skittering restlessly back and forth beneath her eyelashes, like a frightened squirrel...

"Um, about earlier... I'm sorry."

She lowered her head, holding a familiar stack of magic photos in her hands, the edges crumpled from her grip, as if she had struggled for a long time outside the door before finally working up the courage.

"Photos... I'm returning them to you."

Luo Yan extended his hand but didn't take the photos. Instead, he gently patted her fluffy hair, looking at her slightly pale knuckles.

"You didn't do anything wrong, so why apologize?"

"Didn't... do anything wrong?" Mia lifted her head in confusion, unable to comprehend the response, not expecting Luo Yan to say such a thing.

Luo Yan nodded.

"It's your treasure, how you use it is your freedom, and since you haven't shared it with anyone else, there's nothing I can interfere with, right?"

"I, I would never give them to someone else! But, but... that's still yours..." Mia turned her gaze away, her face flushed red, and said softly, "You must think I'm disgusting, right..."

"How could I?"

Watching Mia about to burst into tears, Luo Yan smiled and comforted her.

"People's XP is... um, what I mean is preferences are free. If there's one thing you didn't handle well, it's that I found out, and your mother didn't give me a chance to pretend I didn't see it. How about keeping them in a cabinet next time? That way, you can avoid accidents and also prevent the servants from seeing them."

No wonder he had noticed the strange looks from the maids in the Padric family's manor before. It seemed Miss Mia's hobby had long been an open secret there.

However, Mia seemed unaware of this, or perhaps at this moment, she was completely absorbed in his all-accepting tenderness.

She paused, lifted her head, clearly not expecting him to not only not blame her but also thoughtfully offer her a sensible suggestion.

Her trembling eyelashes caught a mist like morning dew, and in her eyes, the flicker was no longer of embarrassment and fear, but a wavering filled with warmth.

"Luo Yan..."

"What's up?"

"N-Nothing..." Just as Mia was about to say something, she suddenly turned her gaze away in a fluster, her newfound courage fading for some reason.

Perhaps it was because they were in her house.

Or maybe because her parents were there.

Anyway, it didn't seem like a good time to her.

Luo Yan took in every bit of her cautious thoughts and movements but merely smiled gently, finally patting that soft, fluffy pink hair, and said in a coaxing tone.

"If it's nothing, then goodnight... It's getting late, may you have sweet dreams."

"Mm... Goodnight."

The few syllables she uttered actually caused her to bite her tongue, making the self-conscious Mia emit a sad whimper, her cheeks burning like a searing iron by the time she realized it.

She couldn't recall how she fled back, but in a flash, she was at her bedroom door, which she closed with a "click," then threw herself onto the bed, rolling several times in strange postures before finally diving under the covers.

I wish I could die—

Ahhhhh!

A few strange cries escaped from the pillow, and Mia wished she could smother herself with the blanket but couldn't bring herself to do it.

Her mind was now full of the hand that had rested on her head, and that warm smile and considerate words.

An hour passed...

Mia, finally exhausted, took a breath, releasing the nearly crushed pillow and herself.

She lay on her stomach on the bed, her dangling leg gently swayed, one shoe half-off, the other one having disappeared somewhere.

Looking at the photos spread out on the bed, her slightly upturned lips seemed like a bud blooming at the beginning of the month in the depths of the night, carrying countless dreams and sweets.

"Better find a cabinet to keep you in..." Her index finger lightly tapped the photo of the immobile "Luo Yan," her eyes brimming with affection.