“Go! All of you, go!” I shoved Ah Zong.

Ah Zong let go of my waist lazily, like a shower bubble that couldn’t be shaken off. I pulled him off me, but he was firmly attached to me again.

“Promise us. Don’t let Lucifer get onto your bed,” Ah Zong leaned down to kiss my lips. He parted his lips and bit mine, giving me a warning.

I looked at him speechlessly. I didn’t know if I should laugh or cry. I replied, “I watched Lucifer grow up. That’s enough. Stop imagining things."

“Alright then,” he said after letting go of my lips. His eyes were fueled with playfulness as he said, “Even if you want it, you’ll have to wait for us to return. Without our permission, we wouldn’t let that boy enter our house.” He lifted his hand...