Substitute Bride Phoenix, The Tyrant's Pampered Demon Empress

The corner of Black Cat Queen’s mouth curved into an evil smile. “You two, go investigate the state of that nation. In five day’s time, we’ll make another move,” she said flatly.

“Yes, my queen,” said white cat and yellow cat, as they withdrew.

Black Cat Queen smiled sweetly and gazed outside with a hint of a cold look on her face.

The next day, the morning sun shone into the room on its rise to the mountain tops. Liu Rushuang slowly opened her eyes, slightly shifted, and woke up.

Han Moze felt movement in his arms, then quickly woke up. He looked down at Liu Rushuang and softly pleaded, “Shuang’er, please sleep a little longer.”

Liu Rushuang noticed Han Moze stare pervertedly at her and grin with a sinister aura about him. She gently stroked Han Moze’s handsome face, then used her thumb and index finger to pinch him hard.

“Ah! Ouch! Shuang’er! Let go!” cried Han Moze in pain, then immediately grabbed Liu Rushuang’s delicate hand to brush her away.

Liu Rushuang looked at Han Moze’s handsome face scrunch tightly up and felt happy for some reason. After pinching him for a while, she let go and raised her brows. “Are you still able to sleep?”

Han Moze looked at Liu Rushuang with a scrunched up and upset look on his face and pursed his lips.

Liu Rushuang smiled playfully, then she leaned her head over and blew Han Moze’s cheeks. “A little blow will take the pain away,” she tried to cheer him up.

She stared attentively into Han Moze’s eyes and blinked. “Does it still hurt?” She asked worriedly.

“Ouch!” Han Moze’s handsome face scrunched up even more. A pleading glow flashed across his eyes. “Shuang’er, could you blow for me a little more?”

Liu Rushuang suddenly cracked a smile, then twisted Han Moze’s ear.

Han Moze immediately grasped Liu Rushuang’s little hand with his and scrunched his face in pain. “Ouch! Shuang’er, quickly let go!”

“Do you dare take liberties ever again?” asked Liu Rushuang with an evil smile.

“Never again! Never again! Shuang’er, I beg you to quickly let go of my ear!” Han Moze pleaded repeatedly.

Liu Rushuang grunted subtly, then let go of Han Moze’s ear.

Han Moze side-eyed Liu Rushuang with accusatory eyes, then stretched his hands out to rub his ear and cheeks. “Shuang’er, you’re so ruthless towards me. Alright, so you don’t have to help me blow, but you still go and twist my ear.”

Liu Rushuang looked at Han Moze’s accusing eyes and couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “What? Not happy about it?” She scoffed with raised brows.

Han Moze scoffed a few times in dissatisfaction, then got up and got changed.

Soon enough, Liu Rushuang got dressed, then sat in front of the dressing table. Her long hair draped behind her back like a tapestry. She looked incredibly beautiful.

Liu Rushuang grabbed her comb and concentrated on smoothly combing her hair.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Han Moze’s face, then walked over and stopped behind Liu Rushuang. He grabbed her come and smiled. “Today, what kind of hairstyle would you like?”

Liu Rushuang furrowed her brows in contemplation, then cracked a faint smile. “The yuanbao style. Do you know how to do it?”

A sinister smile appeared on the corner of Han Moze’s lips. “Don’t worry, I’ve learned everything. A mere yuanbao style won’t stump me,” he said with a composed look on his face.

Liu Rushuang couldn’t help but twitch the corner of her lips. He really was confident.

“By the looks of it, you don’t seem confident in my hairstyling skills?” Han Moze said with a demonic chuckle.

“I don’t trust you. Even Qing’er can’t do that hairstyle. You’re a man, so how do you know how to comb it?”

Han Moze grinned, then softly stroked Liu Rushuang’s long black hair. Then, he reached his nails into her soft and silky hair. With utmost concentration, he parted her hair, twisted, and gathered all her hair up into a topknot to form a hairstyle that resembled the yuanbao.