Interstellar Beast World: The Ferocious Beast Husband Has a Wild Mind

Chapter 157 The Ruffled Dandelion
It's just pastries; she said she could help herself if she wanted some.

It's not like she's unwilling to give it to her.

There are so many on the table, why do I have to fight her for this one?

Did he do it on purpose?
"Ding-dong-ding-dong-"

The message notification interrupted their eye contact.

Sang Qing looked down at the document, and General Curry asked her if she could see it clearly. If not, he would rewrite it and send it again.

Sang Qing opened the file above; the content was too much and too dense.

The light screen projection has transparency, which can be a bit tiring on the eyes.

It would be better to view it on a computer.

Sang Qing glanced at Shi Ying and announced, "I'm going upstairs for a bit, something's come up."

Then they went upstairs.

Shi Ying watched Sang Qing leave, her expression changing several times, her hands crumpling the sofa into deep wrinkles.

With nowhere to vent his frustration, he turned his gaze to the pastries on the coffee table that had only been touched twice.

Sneered.

Then he started eating without saying a word.

Ah.

Little Bodhisattva, don't even think about eating the pastries given by other males.

I can only eat what he gives me.

Manju, that male, is truly cunning.

He and Youfei visited many pastry shops over the past two days, only to find that they couldn't buy this kind of pastry at all.

He later inquired and learned that only orcs of the deep-sea mermaid race could make this pastry, as it involved the neutralization of certain aromas.

He couldn't buy them, nor did he know any beastmen other than Manju who were related to mermaids.

He could only try to do it himself.

Make another alternative pastry.

He can cook, but he can't bake pastries.

He doesn't like sweets.

He would never cook something he didn't like to eat.

But he can learn what Sang Qing likes.

The problem is, he hasn't done it yet.

Even though he didn't like pastries, he knew that Manju's pastries were much tastier than any he had ever found in the market.

Shi Ying endured the nausea and finished eating all the pastries.

I vowed never to eat sweets again in my life.

nausea!

It's an unbearable taste.

He hadn't forgotten to leave a piece, and called Youfei in to take it down for study and analysis.

Yufei held the pastries in the box. Now, just seeing pastries makes his throat tighten. Before he even tastes them, his taste buds automatically recognize the sweetness, the kind that's cloyingly sweet.

He tried to persuade him with a pitiful expression: "Boss, the pastries you make are already delicious enough. You could open a shop and live a life of comfort for the rest of your days."

Shi Ying gulped down three large glasses of water to wash away the sweet taste in her mouth, then gave them a stern look: "Not enough."

Youfei was heartbroken.

want to cry.

Sometimes, even as the boss's most capable subordinate, he felt helpless.

When Sang Qing returned from reviewing the documents on the computer, she was stunned to find only an empty box on the desktop.

Does Shi Ying really like Man Zhu's pastries?

"Is it delicious?" Sang Qing asked.

Shi Ying, with a stern face, said decisively, "It's not tasty."

Weird.

Sang Qingcai didn't believe it.

Why did you eat it all even though it wasn't tasty?

I couldn't bear to leave her a single piece.

A leopard who says one thing but means another.

Sang Qing didn't expose him. She waved the cloth bag she had brought with her and said with great interest, "Want some emotional support? You can also try my new grooming kit. I guarantee it will make your fur smooth and silky again."

Shi Ying's feelings were complicated. He had finished the pastries Man Zhu had given him, and she wasn't angry at all; in fact, she was trying to comfort him. Did that... mean she didn't care about Man Zhu that much?

This realization instantly improved his mood considerably.

The little bodhisattva likes his animal form, so let's grant her wish.

Shi Ying transformed into a majestic and powerful giant black panther, gracefully crouching down in front of Sang Qing, its fluffy head resting at Sang Qing's feet.

Sang Qing's eyes suddenly brightened, like a sky full of lit stars.

After a period of care, Shi Ying's fur became even better than before, especially under the crystal chandelier, where it was jet black and shiny, making it exceptionally attractive.

Every single hair was tempting her to pamper them.

Sang Qing took out hair conditioner, rubbed it in her palm, and then ruthlessly stroked Shi Ying's entire body.

Shi Ying is super obedient now. She will stretch out her paws when asked, and she will roll over when asked to roll over. She can even ride on her back to apply the ointment to the areas that are hard to reach.

After applying the ointment, Sang Qing took out a comb and brushed Shi Ying's fur. However, when she brushed the tail, Shi Ying's fur suddenly stood on end.

Sang Qing's eyes widened slightly, her curiosity barely concealed.

Shi Ying swallowed the shameful groan that was about to come out of her mouth, then turned to stare at Sang Qing.

"Did I hurt you?" Sang Qing tilted her head, her wet eyes blinking in confusion.

Shi Ying suppressed emotions she couldn't understand in her eyes, her voice low and hoarse: "No."

Although Shi Ying said no, Sang Qing still let go of Shi Ying's tail and decided not to comb it for the time being.

Shiying's tail seems particularly sensitive and fragile.

But as soon as she let go, the tail, as if afraid of being abandoned, automatically wrapped around her wrist.

Sang Qing turned to look at Shi Ying in confusion, but Shi Ying had already turned her head away, only her round ears twitching from time to time.

"Want me to comb your hair?" Sang Qing raised her wrist.

"Mmm." A hoarse, monosyllable.

Sang Qing couldn't help but laugh; it really was...

Sang Qing continued to brush the fur on Shi Ying's tail, but subconsciously softened her movements considerably.

I pulled the tail off my wrist and straightened it by combing.

Shi Ying buried his head between his claws, but heavy breathing still escaped from his nose, wetting his paw pads.

A series of strange sensations traveled down my spine and throughout my body, stimulating my brain to tremble with excitement.

Its ears twitched, and its fluffy fur never fell off.

He felt that the military's inhibitors had been used in vain.

Does she know that you can't just touch a male's tail?

Shi Ying suddenly realized that she might not know...

Sang Qing's attention was drawn to Shi Ying's bristling fur, so she naturally didn't notice Shi Ying's restrained breathing.

Sang Qing's expression now was as if she had discovered a new world, and the door to this new world was Shi Ying's tail.

While a docile cat is certainly very comfortable to touch, a cat with frizzy fur is also incredibly cute.

Her whole body looked a size bigger, like a fluffy dandelion.

I want to touch it, I want to suck it.

Who could refuse that?

After combing her tail, Sang Qing looked at the fluffy fur that hadn't completely relaxed yet and politely asked, "May I pet it?"

吸？
Shi Ying didn't quite understand the meaning of this word.

But it is implicitly considered a very intimate word.

She slightly raised her chin and gave a haughty "hmm".

"Shiying, you're such a good girl."

Sang Qing buried her face in the leopard's fur, hugged it tightly, and took a deep breath.

I immediately felt refreshed and relaxed.

It even rubbed its face against it.

Who understands the happiness of petting a cat?

Anyway, she tried it and it was fantastic, a five-star review, and she'll definitely want it again next time.

This is such a big cat, it's so lucky.

Shi Ying sensed Sang Qing's movements and emotional agitation, her back involuntarily tensed, and her eyes flickered slightly.

If he brings it up tonight...

Will she refuse?
She didn't know, but he could have told her.