Chapter 57: The Servant Admits Her Fault

“Beautiful demoness? I’d like to see what sort of demoness could attract two such lecherous Taoists.” Qin Xuan was puzzled as he pushed open the door to the villa’s main hall.

The sound of water splashing came from the direction of the bathroom.

“How odd, someone’s in the bathroom?” Qin Xuan’s expression turned peculiar.

Currently, Liu Qianqian was staying in his villa, but that girl had gone out shopping for clothes and should not have returned yet. Otherwise, those two lecherous Taoists wouldn’t have been Qin Xuan’s problem to deal with. As for Dongfang Qingwan, she would only arrive tomorrow.

Yet now, someone was in the bathroom—could it be that so-called beautiful demoness?

Qin Xuan walked slowly to the bathroom door.

The sound of water continued, clearly indicating the person inside was unaware someone had come to the door.

“Who’s in there?” Qin Xuan knocked on the bathroom door.

He’d originally intended to just push the door open, but on second thought, it seemed improper. If the person inside really was a beautiful demoness bathing, wouldn’t that ruin her innocence?

Even demons have their innocence.

Qin Xuan remembered his master had solemnly told him so. His master was an authority on such matters, and Qin Xuan had no choice but to believe him.

He expected a response from within, but the moment he knocked, all sound ceased; even the water stopped abruptly.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” Qin Xuan knocked again.

There was not the slightest movement inside.

“How strange…” Qin Xuan was perplexed. He waited by the door for several minutes, but there was still no sound from within. This villa’s bathroom was completely enclosed; aside from the door, there was no other exit.

Unless the person inside could escape down the drain, they had to still be inside.

“If you don’t answer, I’m coming in,” Qin Xuan warned, then gently pushed open the door. A wave of floral fragrance greeted him.

“Please don’t be angry, master. I know I was wrong!” A timid feminine voice came from the bathroom, catching Qin Xuan off guard.

Looking down, he saw a woman dressed in a thin white gauze kneeling by the door, her bare, fragrant shoulders trembling as if she were very afraid.

“You…” Qin Xuan couldn’t help swallowing.

The reason was simple: the woman before him wore only a sheer layer of white gauze, her skin snowy white, her figure alluring and voluptuous—a temptress who could easily beguile two Taoists. Even Qin Xuan felt his heart stir.

“Uh… you’re the flower demon from the back garden? Get up,” Qin Xuan asked.

He recognized her immediately from the faint traces of demonic aura emanating from her. Earlier, in the bathroom, the scent of bath and shampoo had masked it, making it hard to discern.

“Yes, master. If you won’t forgive me, I won’t get up…” The flower demon pressed her head so low it nearly touched the floor, her wet, lustrous black hair draped over her shaking shoulders.

Seeing her quivering, snowy shoulders, Qin Xuan felt helpless. “Why are you so afraid of me? I told you, I’m a swordsman, not one of those Taoists who attack every demon on sight. You can get up—I won’t harm you, and you don’t need to call me master.”

“I dare not…” The flower demon still didn’t raise her head, her voice trembling.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake…” Qin Xuan sighed, resorting to a threat. “If you won’t stand up, you’ll have to leave this villa.”

“Ah, please don’t drive me away, master. I promise to be good…” The flower demon panicked.

“If you’re so obedient, why won’t you stand up when I tell you to?”

“Oh…” Finally, the flower demon rose slowly to her feet, and a dazzling expanse of snowy skin appeared before Qin Xuan’s eyes. The thin gauze barely concealed her beauty, stirring his heart.

“Couldn’t you wear a little more?” Qin Xuan turned away.

He felt that if he looked any longer, he’d get a nosebleed. Good heavens, he’d never seen a woman dressed so scantily before. He was, after all, a vigorous young man, and just a glance made him stand at attention; all he could think about were the proud peaks swaying before him.

That white gauze was practically no different from wearing nothing!

“Ah, sorry, master. I know I was wrong. I was just bathing and didn’t have time to change…” The flower demon dropped to her knees again.

“It’s fine now, master…” Moments later, her voice sounded again.

Qin Xuan wasn’t surprised at her speed. When demons take human form, they can change their clothes at will.

He turned to look and saw the flower demon kneeling once more, now clad in another white gauze dress, much more decent than before and less revealing.

Thinking of the magnificent sight he’d just witnessed, Qin Xuan felt his composure slipping and quickly steadied himself.

“Get up, don’t kneel anymore,” Qin Xuan said, then added two more words, “Be good.”

“Yes, master…” The flower demon stood up.

“Why do you keep your head down?” Qin Xuan was curious.

“I… I’m very ugly. I’m afraid I’ll frighten you…” The flower demon replied anxiously.

“Is that so?” Qin Xuan smiled.

When a demon takes human form, they can control their appearance, but only on the first transformation. Thereafter, their human form remains the same as the first. No demon would make themselves ugly.

Moreover, those two Taoists had called her a “beautiful demoness.” Though they were shameless, Qin Xuan trusted their sense of beauty.

So the flower demon raised her head.

Qin Xuan couldn’t help but laugh.

She was so naïve, thinking she could fool him by smearing some soap on her face to create a few ugly white blotches.

“I don’t know why you’re pretending to be ugly, but you’d better wash that soap off your face. Don’t worry—I really won’t harm you. Otherwise, why would I talk so much with you? Go clean up, then come out; I have something to say to you.”

Qin Xuan shook his head and left.

The villa happened to lack a housekeeper, and this flower demon seemed suitable. Though a bit silly, if she wanted to stay, she’d have to do something.

“Huh?” The flower demon froze.

Was the soap on her face that obvious? She hurried to look in the mirror, blushing as she wiped her face clean, feeling conflicted.

“He said he won’t harm me—is it true? My sister always said humans are awful and shouldn’t be trusted… I must be careful…”

Soon, the flower demon had washed off the soap and cautiously made her way to the hall.

“All set?” Qin Xuan was deep in thought in the hall, but when she appeared, his eyes lit up.

As expected, the flower demon’s human form was stunning, rivaling Dongfang Qingwan, Su Muqing, and Liu Qianqian, perhaps even surpassing them.

After all, she was a demon, and her appearance was hers to choose.

The love of beauty is universal—even demons are no exception. Flower demons, herbal spirits, white snake demons, and other female demons, when taking human form, are typically beautiful.

Before him, the flower demon appeared timid, her eyes full of spirit, her beauty captivating, drawing out one’s affection. Her voluptuous figure made it hard for anyone to look away.

If she walked down the street, she’d cause a sensation. If she appeared at Jinling University, she’d receive a hundred love letters a day at the very least.

Unfortunately, she was destined never to appear in public.

After all, she was a demon.