The nun and the young boy reached a mutual agreement, similar to a rabbit going to a fox's den and negotiating a result.

Although the "fox" promised not to do anything excessive to the "rabbit," it was only a matter of words.

You should understand:

The young boy is as cunning as a wild animal and can easily take advantage of a naive girl.

"Silly woman, since you agreed to stay with me for five days, don't just idle around. I have something for you to do right now," said the boy.

The young boy walked to the closet in the room and took out a special piece of clothing.

"This is a clothing design I made. Originally, it was intended for the little eagle, but since you've come to me, you can try it on first," he said.

There was no need for any reason, but the nun had a bad feeling after the young boy took out a piece of clothing from the closet.

Now, let's examine the clothing from an artist's perspective:

It is actually a dress;

Even if the clothing is folded, there are no creases to be seen, indicating that the fabric must be of excellent quality, with a value equal to the animal skin clothing the young boy wore.

If we were to evaluate the style, the dress is the result of the young boy researching various books on clothing and spending half a year to make it;

By incorporating current trends and elements popular among girls, the appearance of the dress is almost flawless.

If a flaw had to be found, it would be the weak point pointed out by the nun:

"Are you kidding? This dress becomes almost transparent from the waist down... Did you mistakenly take out an unfinished piece?" she said.

Based on the nun's conservative mindset, she could hardly imagine:

If she were to wear this half-transparent dress, what kind of embarrassing situation would it create?

At that time, her undergarments and other private parts would be completely exposed to the young boy.

The nun breathed a sigh of relief:

"Fortunately, this is only an unfinished piece and I don't actually have to wear it..."

"I'm not joking. This dress is one hundred percent complete and I'm just waiting for the silly woman to put it on. By the way, no hiding, change your dress right in front of me!" the young boy said.

After the young boy made his request, the nun unconsciously had a visual impression of a pair of demonic wings extending from his back.

"You truly deserve to be the leader of all demons, even more so than the demon clan!" she said with tears in her eyes, describing the pitiful situation she was in.

But what could she do?

When they made the agreement initially, the young boy only promised not to directly harm her, but he didn't say he wouldn't tease her in the future!

The nun had no choice but to reluctantly agree to his frivolous request.

But don't think she would just let him manipulate her freely;

From this point on, the two sides truly began a game of "back and forth" strategy.

Her wandering gaze searched the room for any props she could use.

It didn't take long for her to find the "treasure" that could come to her rescue.

That treasure was no other than a common blanket that could be found anywhere.

The nun walked forward, raised her right hand, wrapped the blanket around her waist, and spread it out to cover her cleavage.

The two ends of the blanket were connected front and back, and it circled around her waist, completing its historical mission.

The advantage of this prop is that it is long and wide enough to wrap around most of her body;

And because the nun is thin everywhere except for her chest, she could even fit a super thin dress fabric between her body and the blanket.

The nun completed changing clothes in this unbelievable state, hidden by the bedsheet.

"How can one be so cunning?" the boy smacked his lips in dissatisfaction, although he had no position to criticize others.

On the other side.

The nun achieved a small victory, preparing to tie the bedsheet around her skirt to prevent any advantage being taken.

The boy noticed her intention and added another command: "Don't use the blanket that covers me for strange things."

"Compared to you staining the fabric, I don't think I've done anything out of line."

"That's not acceptable either. The room I live in hasn't been cleaned much, the floor is dirty. Don't make the blanket dirty too."

"But, after I dirty the blanket, I'll wash it with my hands..."

"That won't do! I have to wash my own blanket, can't trouble others."

Faced with this "intimidating" kindness, the nun could only bear the shame and slowly untie the sheet that was wrapped in front of her. Suddenly, the complete silhouette of her dress appeared.

Even from a distance, the boy could clearly see the style of her underwear through the transparent skirt.

"You're such a naive girl, not only is your clothing all white, even the underwear you're wearing is the same color."

After enjoying the sight of the embarrassed nun, the boy raised his chin with his hand, exhibiting a bit of a hooligan-like attitude and spoke provocatively: "I thought you had a reserved personality, and your dressing seemed innocent. I thought you would wear more provocative underwear to release the desires in your heart... Looks like I misunderstood you."

"Sob, are you satisfied now? Can I change back into my original clothes?"

"No, but don't worry! I'm not a heartless person, I'll only make you wear this dress in front of me."

"Wah, that's not comforting at all!"

"Don't dwell on the small things, you're a nun, be more tolerant... Wait!"

At that moment, the boy finally realized that he didn't know the nun's name. Before, he had either referred to her by her profession or as "silly girl". It wasn't good, it showed a lack of respect.

The boy resolved to ask for her name, even if he wouldn't use it in the future, it would be better to know than not.

"Silly girl, what's your name?"

"Sob, I'm a nun."

"I didn't ask about your profession, I asked for your name."

"There's no one at home, and no one in the village calls me by name. Over time, even I have forgotten my name, so I use my profession as my name."

After sobbing a few times, the nun reluctantly accepted the tragic reality of being exposed under her skirt and looked up at the boy, asking the same question in return: "What's your name?"

Although the boy's question was turned back on him, he didn't mind revealing his own information.

"I've been to many places. In every place I go, the people living nearby are wary of me, calling me 'Lucifer' because of my identity as the leader of the demon race and this 'original sin' that I carry."

"Isn't that the devil from mythological legends?"

"Yes, but this nickname used to describe a demon lord is attached to me."

With that, a self-deprecating smile appeared on the boy's face.

The nun didn't want to see him with this expression, so she quickly changed the subject: "What's your real name?"

"Well, I was born in the eastern part of the continent, where people don't have very long surnames. My surname is Wang."

"Wang? Like the king's Wang? Sounds impressive. What's your full name?"

"Wang."

"And?"

"That's it! I only know that my parents' surname is Wang, but I don't know my own name, so I just use the surname as my full name. Laugh if you want!"

"I won't laugh at you. This name is cool, really!"

Although Wang rarely interacted with people, he could tell that the nun was lying, and the lie itself was very clumsy.

"But thank you! You're the first human to compliment my name... As a token of my gratitude and since I'm in a good mood, I'll give you a name."

"No need, really."

Without even looking at her face, Wang could sense that the kind proposal was making the nun uncomfortable.

"Just because I'm giving you a name doesn't mean you're getting married. Girls should be brave to face their destiny and the name that might be forced upon them at any time!"

Watching the nun change out of her white clothes, Wang muttered to himself and began to decide on her name.

"And don't say I'm unreasonable. You are also involved in the discussion of naming, and the clue is 'white' or 'white clothes' with 'white'."

"No need to bother, just call me 'Bai'. I can at least accept that name."

"No! In our hometown, the word 'Bai' easily reminds people of 'white clothes', which is usually associated with funerals. Rejected!"

After Wang vetoed the suggestion, a thought came to his mind, thinking that the girl would look good in colorful clothes.

"In my limited aesthetics, colorful means vibrant. How about 'Flower What'?"

"That's so awkward. Can I refuse?"

"Girls are really difficult to serve. Let me put it another way: Colorful can also be understood as various colors mixed together. At that time, it will present a rainbow-like color... 'Cai' will be your name from now on!"

"Why not 'Qi'?"

"Why so many 'whys'? Anyway, the name you will use from now on is decided!"

The nun was not very satisfied with this name, but she thought that it was at least easier to accept than the previous "Flower What".

"Okay, from today on, I am 'Cai'!"

At that moment, Cai could never have imagined that she would continue to use that name.

Even after many years had passed, she could never forget what happened during those five days;

Yes, she would never forget anything;

One day in the future, when Cai reflected on her long life, she would realize:

Only during those five days, she truly lived...

But these sentiments belonged to the future. On this day, at this moment, she had to continue to be fooled.

Without any hesitation, Wang quickly made a new request:

"I'm hungry. Make me something to eat."

"But you just said 'do your own things yourself', how can you break your words?"

"I'm inconsistent? No! Silly girl, you must know: when you're about to cook for yourself, the breakfast you make for me is just a side dish."

"Are you saying I can make anything? You'll eat anything?"

"No fish, no celery, no spring onions, no beans. Other than that, silly girl, you can make anything. I'm not a picky eater."

"I knew it would end up like this."

Blushing, Cai slowly made her way to the kitchen, at a snail's pace.

Her current workload was clearly reduced compared to when she lived in the village.

But this feeling of embarrassment emanating from the hem of her skirt, she knew she would struggle to get used to it for many more years to come.