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

Chapter 158 She Needs to Take Responsibility

Sang Qing said to take a breath, and he took four, five, six, seven, or eight breaths, without being too unrestrained.

After finishing, he didn't forget to comb Shi Ying's hair all over again.

Then, I took out my tools and polished and oiled each of the leopard's claws, and also applied special care oil to its paw pads.

Shi Ying raised its front paw, opened its plum blossom-shaped claws, and extended and retracted its nails twice.

Silently staring at her smooth, reflective nails, a rare hint of dazedness appeared in her eyes.

Sang Qing was charmed, her eyebrows curved and her eyes sparkled. She couldn't help but tilt her little face up and rub her big paw against Shi Ying's.

Black paw pads covered her pearly white face, and the soft, delicate touch traveled up her palm. Shi Ying awkwardly turned her face away.

However, he did not stop the female from making any moves, letting her rub against him. He wanted to extend his claws but was afraid of hurting the delicate woman, so he carefully withdrew them.

He could feel the joy and intimacy emanating from the female, which made him feel wonderful too.

The little bodhisattva really loves touching him the most.

Sang Qing patted Shi Ying's leg twice, and Shi Ying immediately understood and obediently lay down again.

Sang Qing admired her work with satisfaction, even feeling a little proud.

Look how well she takes care of her leopard.

However, she was soon released, and she probably won't be able to have such a beautiful cat again.

She was still a little reluctant to part with it.

It feels so good, I won't be able to touch it again.

Woohoo~
Sang Qing dug her hand into the smooth, black neck hair and used her spiritual power to soothe Shi Ying.

Shi Ying's spiritual threads were very active and she was very familiar with them. As soon as she saw her, she affectionately clung to them.

It won't hurt her, just like her love for petting cats is simple and her spirit is aligned.

The pure white and pale gold intertwined, and Shi Ying's spiritual threads were thicker and more numerous than hers, tightly binding and enveloping her spiritual threads.

Sang Qing let them entangle her, since it wouldn't bother her anyway.

Shi Ying's spiritual sea was clean and pure. Compared to Man Zhu and the others' spiritual seas, it was not polluted by that unpleasant atmosphere. Sang Qing's spiritual threads felt a sense of comfort, like a fish entering the ocean, when they stayed inside.

The aftereffects of the emotional support I gave Manju during the day seem to have eased somewhat.

Is this also the function of a contract?
Shi Ying's mind was also very active outside.

The alluring thoughts made his ears and cheeks burn, but thankfully his fur was pure black, the best camouflage.

The little bodhisattva touched him, sucked on him, and rubbed his face against him.

She took the initiative all of these things.

that……

As Shi Ying's mind wandered, she suddenly heard a barely audible sigh.

Shi Ying's ears twitched as she heard the female's intermittent murmurs, "If only... she could always be my cat..."

Shi Ying was taken aback.

Why did the little bodhisattva suddenly say that?

Why can't I be her cat forever?
He let her touch his tail, and shared all his property with her.

She needs to take responsibility.

Shi Ying turned his head to ask for clarification, only to find that Sang Qing had already fallen asleep on his stomach.

Her long, drawn-out breaths caused a small patch of fur to sway back and forth, and a hint of weariness was visible behind her quiet face.

The questions I wanted to ask were stuck in my chest, and a subtle, persistent heartache welled up inside me.

Why do you always have to make yourself so tired?
If mental health treatment is so tiring, why persist in it every day?
He seemed to have never heard her complain or lose her temper.

Even when tired, they don't complain.

He really didn't know what to say.

How could there be such a female?
His independence made him feel uneasy.

That ethereal yet resolute voice suddenly echoed in my mind again.

"Because there's something I want."

Shi Ying carried Sang Qing upstairs and settled her in the center of the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed, one hand on the edge, looking down at her.

Her long, seaweed-like hair was a beautiful pale blue; her delicately arched eyebrows were soft yet alluring; she had long, dark eyelashes; a straight, pert nose; and soft, red lips…

She's so beautiful.

She was a celestial being with such a beautiful figure.

She has a good personality, is gentle and kind to everyone, and her smile is like a thousand rays of light.

She could have done nothing and people would have praised her to the skies.

He lay down beside Sang Qing, took her hand, and kissed her fingers tenderly, soft sounds escaping his lips.

What is it that you really want?

Can't he give it to me?
My fingertips traced the outline of Sang Qing's collarbone and stopped below it.

The little Bodhisattva didn't change her pajamas today.

He looked at it for a long time, but finally gave up.

He realized that the little bodhisattva was not nearly as affectionate toward him in human form as she was in beast form.

But... if she were in beast form, she would be very uncomfortable.

Why do I never get close to him in his human form, even though it's always him?

What does the little Bodhisattva like?

Crystal nuclei, pastries, flowers...

what else?
……

Sang Qing slept until noon, when she was woken up by rustling sounds downstairs.

She could still hear Xiong Da's deliberately lowered voice, "Keep it down, don't talk, my wife is still sleeping..."

But once Sang Qing has had enough sleep, he is naturally easy to wake up.

There seem to be a lot of people downstairs; I wonder what's going on.

Sang Qing drew back the curtains and went to the balcony.

At a glance, you can see several large trucks loaded with colorful flowers parked in the yard.

More than twenty workers renovated the garden in the yard, removing the original green trees.

Xiong Er was gesturing and pointing at the blueprints, as if he wanted to rearrange the garden layout.

The guards also helped move the uprooted trees.

Sang Qing waved to Xiong Da, "What are you guys doing?"

"Huh?" Xiong Da looked up at her, his expression tense. "Madam, did I wake you?"

“No.” Sang Qing shook her head.

Xiong Da breathed a sigh of relief. "The lieutenant colonel has decided on the flowers and wants us to replace all the green plants in the yard."

"Don't worry, the lieutenant colonel specifically instructed that the rose bush you planted should not be removed."

Sang Qing looked in the direction Xiong Da was pointing and sure enough, she saw a rose bush full of flower buds standing gracefully in a pile of fresh soil.

"What flowers does your lieutenant colonel want to use instead?"

The distance was too great; Sang Qing could only see the general color and could not determine what kind of flower it was.

"Is it a rose... or a Chinese rose?" Xiong Da scratched his head, unable to tell the difference.

Sang Qing raised an eyebrow. That's perfect.

Sang Qing took the pot of fruit juice from her balcony down to the ground so that they could find a corner to plant it too.

Sang Qing observed several truckloads of flowers up close; there were many varieties, including roses and Chinese roses.

Among them are several rare and difficult-to-grow varieties. Juice Balcony has the most, and Heavenly Lotus Star also has a few, but not many.

Wasn't Shi Ying very satisfied with his garden full of green plants and wouldn't let her touch it?
Transitioned?

Or is it that after seeing so many of her flowers, I suddenly find them quite beautiful?

But just thinking about how I'll be able to open the curtains and see a sizable sea of ​​flowers, with the sweet fragrance of roses wafting in the breeze, makes me feel good.