I'll also work hard to conquer the dungeon today.

Chapter 134 1.8 Happy White Valentine's Day! (Fishu)
The door was opened gently.

The tiny clown doll, barely a few centimeters tall, dragged its oversized clothes a few steps on the coffee table, only to trip and fall over after stepping on its own overly long trousers. It braced itself, its eyes glistening with tears, and excitedly cried out, "Fei! Fei! Your Highness Fei! Welcome back!"

His azure eyes softened slightly upon seeing it. He stepped forward, lifted it by the back of its collar, and straightened it, then corrected it, "Not Your Highness."

"Your Highness! Your Highness Fei!" the clown puppet called out stubbornly.

Fisch sighed softly, walked to the full-length mirror, reached out and hooked his loose tie, untied it and threw it on the sofa.

His golden, tousled hair was dazzling, and his handsome face wore a faint, frivolous smile. His slightly upturned azure eyes suppressed madness and indifference, and his expression turned self-deprecating.

The clown doll stared blankly at Fish, seemingly unaware of his actions. Its so-called eyes were nothing more than buttons sewn together, and everything looked extremely simple and crude.

"Your Highness Fei?" it asked, puzzled.

Fish was momentarily dazed, then suddenly snapped out of it, turned to look at it, and asked, "What?"

It did not answer Fish, sitting on the table with its head down as if it had never moved, and everything that had happened before was just an illusion.

Fish reached up and covered his head, shaking it slightly in an attempt to clear his head.

He walked to the sofa, placed his tie down, and lightly touched the buttons on his shirt with his fingertips, unbuttoning them one by one. The slight movement of the shirt revealed a fair, flat, and muscular chest, with faint, inconspicuous scars visible, seemingly remnants from his earlier years.

He casually tossed his shirt on the ground, and the next second his pants fell down as well.

He opened the bathroom door and slowly walked in.

Gently turn on the shower and let the water fall on your body; white mist gradually rises.

Glistening water droplets dampened her golden, tousled hair, dripping down her back. Above her left lower back was a black clown totem with tears streaming down his face, while a butterfly with outstretched wings struggled to fly in another direction, alluring and seductive.

Water droplets swept across and wet it, and the colors of the totem seemed to vary in shade, unlike the seamless look of others, as if it had been modified twice.

Her azure eyes were slightly closed, and her golden eyelashes were dotted with water droplets, exuding a sense of fragility and allure.

The glass was covered by a white mist, leaving only a vaguely visible body, alluring to the soul.

"Fishu! Fishu! Fishu!" The doll called out in the empty living room, swinging its long sleeves, but no one answered.

The sound of water in the bathroom gradually subsided, and a short while later, Fisch came out.

His fair-skinned, muscular, and perfectly proportioned body was covered only by a white bath towel, concealing the black totem on his left lower back. Only the black butterfly struggling to spread its wings and take flight was visible.

Water droplets from the ends of her hair fell onto her sexy collarbone, slowly sliding down her abs and into the towel around her waist, leaving a damp patch.

Suddenly, he paused for a moment and looked at himself in the full-length mirror. His handsome face, with a slightly flirtatious and alluring smile, exuded a seductive charm that made people unable to resist being captivated by it.

"Isn't Fei staying?" the doll shouted.

"I have something to do." Fish finished dressing and was about to leave, but paused for a moment when he saw the rough and ridiculous clown doll sitting alone on the coffee table.

"Can't you stay and rest for a while?" The clown doll's voice faintly reached my ears. "I'm sorry, I was too willful. It's just that Princess Fei is too tired."

The clown doll sat slumped on the coffee table, as if it had never made any human-like movements; it was just an ordinary, lifeless doll from beginning to end. "Because there's no way to rest..." After saying that, Fish chuckled to himself. What was he muttering to himself for? It was just a broken doll left over from his childhood.

He paused slightly as he left, then suddenly walked towards the kitchen, picked up the white apron hanging on the wall, and put it on.

Take out a piece of chocolate from the refrigerator, chop it into pieces and put it in a bowl. Melt it using a double boiler method, add warm heavy cream and sweet wine, let it sit for a while, and then stir.

Beneath her golden, tousled hair, her azure eyes were fixed on the chocolate, a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips.

Once the chocolate has cooled into a paste, pipe it onto parchment paper and place the piped product in the refrigerator to cool.

"Fei! What are you doing?" The tattered clown doll on the coffee table in the living room asked curiously, its body drooping.

"Your Highness Fei! Fei Xiu! Fei! Waaaaaah~" The clown doll suddenly burst into tears. Its button-stitched eyes indicated that it didn't actually have its own eyes. It sat there lifelessly.

"Fei! I can't find you..." The clown doll's voice, filled with sobs and confusion, grew fainter and fainter until it disappeared.

Fisch placed the cooled chocolate on the workbench, rolled it into a ball by hand, and put it back in the refrigerator. She then turned to cook the fillings for the next batch: strawberries, matcha, oranges, cranberries, cherries, etc.

After all the fillings are made, temper the chocolate and keep it warm in a special insulated pot.

Pour the tempered chocolate into the mold and glaze it.

Pour the coated chocolate out from top to bottom, add the filling to the coated chocolate mold, and fill it completely. After filling, coat the mold with a negative coating. Smooth the surface of the coated mold with a spatula. Finally, smooth and refine the mold's appearance, and refrigerate.

He took out a clean paper bag, put the unmolded and decorated chocolate balls into it, tightened the opening of the paper bag, tied it with a white ribbon, and made a pretty bow.

After tidying up the kitchen, he took off his apron and hung it back on the wall.

She placed the pre-packaged paper bag containing the chocolates on the coffee table, the white ribbon fluttering slightly.

Beneath her golden, tousled hair, her azure eyes were slightly upturned, devoid of their usual madness, only a gentle tenderness remained.

He picked up his coat, slowly put it on, and gently opened the door.

Sunlight streamed down upon him, bathing him in a golden glow. Standing in the sunlight, he turned to look at the tattered clown doll on the table. His azure eyes held a mixture of nostalgia and coldness as he let out a soft, mocking laugh.

"Happy White Valentine's Day." The deep, magnetic voice carried a hint of flirtation, like a lover's whisper, alluring yet tender.

The door closed slowly with a soft 'thump', leaving only the tattered clown doll lying on the coffee table, its white cotton wool exposed, and an exquisitely wrapped chocolate gift bag in the empty living room.

The white bow twitched slightly.

It seems to be the wind...

Sure enough, even when writing this, I still included some personal opinions, which made the writing process relatively slow because I added a lot of details.

The information on making chocolate comes from Baidu.

This is truly a perk; Fisch made chocolates for you guys!

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(End of this chapter)