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

Chapter 175 You Don't Like Me

The deep voice was so alluring it made one's heart itch, and a pair of golden eyes stared intently at the person in front of them, reflecting Sang Qing's entire figure in the pupils.

Sang Qing's mind was a bit confused, her cheeks flushed with a deep red from drunkenness, and she stared at Shi Ying in a daze for a while.

Then, he said, word by word, very seriously, "You don't like me."

Leopard should hate her.

Because she forced Leopard to come, against her will.

"like!"

Shi Ying emphasized somewhat urgently, pulling Sang Qing's hand and gently rubbing it against her face.

"If I didn't like you, I wouldn't hug you."

Sang Qing blinked. "But we hugged after knowing each other for only a few days."

Shi Ying choked.

He remembered; it was the day Sang Qing fainted on her first day of work in the logistics department.

He was forced to go and take her home.

He was indeed very resistant at the time, and even putting him on the bed wasn't gentle.

When did he begin to accept holding her in his arms, and even start to enjoy the soft, sweet feeling of holding her?

In short, he now wants to hold her in his arms all the time.

He did indeed do that.

He stood up, pulled her into his arms, and continued, "If I didn't like you, I wouldn't have made you pastries."

"I won't let you touch it."

"Won't……"

I want to see him all the time.

He couldn't help thinking about her when he was doing tasks.

I want to come back and see her as soon as possible.

The two were extremely close, and Shi Ying's lips kissed the hair near her ear, his deliberately slowed and gentle voice exuding a tender and lingering atmosphere.

But the wind made Sang Qing's ears burn, and he became even more confused.

Sang Qing yawned, tears welling up in her eyes.

She reached out her soft little hand and nudged Shi Ying's chest. "Shi Ying, I'm sleepy. I want to go to sleep."

Shi Ying shut up.

The expression on his face changed several times before finally settling on black.

Sleepy?
He was confessing his love to her.

She said she was sleepy.

He was so angry he wanted to shake the person awake.

But when his gaze fell on Sang Qing's trembling eyelashes as she tried to close them, he still placed her on the sofa.

Shi Ying stood up, but tugged at the hem of her clothes.

He looked down, a glint of light in his eyes.

Little Bodhisattva~
The female was curled up on the sofa like a cat, her eyes closed and her voice barely audible.

"You eat the pastries, don't waste them..."

The second half almost turned into a murmur.

Having said that, he pulled the hem of the garment, which he had been holding loosely, away from his hand.

Shi Ying: “…”

pastry!

Even when they're asleep, they're still thinking about pastries!

He stared hatefully at the two remaining pastries in the box, then picked them up and stuffed them into his mouth.

It tastes terrible!
Nothing tastes as good as his.

The little bodhisattva should eat the pastries he makes for the rest of her life.

He gulped down a mouthful of water, reached down from his neck to his chest, and impatiently unbuttoned two buttons on his black shirt.

He turned around and made Sang Qing a cup of honey water, then helped her feed it before carrying her to her room to sleep.

……

Sang Qing slowly woke up when it was fully light.

Holding his still somewhat heavy head, he remembered that the original owner's body couldn't drink alcohol, especially the mixed drinks made by bartenders.

The original owner had made a lot of fools in order to please Lei Jinfeng, and became the object of ridicule and mockery.

Fortunately, she didn't drink much last night, and only drank the wine recommended by Jun Xinyue.

However, my memory is still a bit hazy. What did Shi Ying say last night?

like……

Do you like making pastries for her?
what?
Could it be because the way she ate the pastries made him feel so satisfied?

Sang Qing turned on the personal terminal with a puzzled look on his face.

The events of that day at the Marquis of Ruian's mansion eventually spread.

With so many people around, it's impossible to hide anything.

This battle brought her renewed fame.

The last time she was this famous was because she was obsessed with Lei Jinfeng, and as a comparison with Qiao Luoyi, she lost all face.

This time, however, she acted with absolute dominance, making Lei Jinfeng, Qiao Luoyi, and the Marquis's mansion behind them lose face.

This time it even generated more buzz than the last time, sparking heated discussions online.

After all, there aren't many females who can obtain a fiefdom on their own.

The scene of escaping the Marquis's mansion and slapping the face of the fickle and scumbag male lead is exciting enough, and the females always talk about it with great interest.

Someone even captured a snapshot of her casually waving a plaque in her hand, indicating her therapist level.

"If I remember correctly, Miss Sang Qing is only 21 years old this year."

“If I remember correctly, she said at her coming-of-age ceremony last year, ‘It’s just a beast husband, if it doesn’t work out, I’ll change.’ I only now realize that she meant it, and she really is cool.”

"I'm not trying to be mean, but Miss Sang Qing used to be the legitimate daughter of a marquis, more than a match for him. Now that Miss Sang Qing has a fiefdom and is an A-level healer, he's even less of a match for her."

"It's actually Rank A? No wonder it's so arrogant."

"This has nothing to do with being tough or tough. If you risk your life to lead people through the treacherous Southern Fog Forest, and despite your physical discomfort, you provide mental therapy to so many orcs, you are unwilling to share the glory you gain."

"Indeed, and it seems the Marquis's mansion didn't even discuss it with Miss Sang Qing beforehand, directly seizing it by force. However, isn't that just too shameless?"

"I thought Joey was the one who would be honored. What a waste of his time."

……

Whether online or among the nobility, the Marquis of Ryan's mansion has a very bad reputation, and even Joey, who is usually good at guiding public opinion, cannot protect himself.

Anyone who helped Sang Qing this time, even a random one, could be someone she couldn't afford to offend.

Sang Qing also received a message from Qiao Manwei on his personal computer.

Qiao Manwei had been arrogant for half her life, and being publicly humiliated like this, she naturally had nothing nice to say.

Insults and threats.

Sang Qing calmly finished reading, then clicked on the profile picture and blocked the person.

She had no obligation to raise or educate the original owner of this body, and she returned all the money the original owner had spent.

She doesn't need a family like this.

Along with this incident, the return of the Marshal, who was essentially declared dead, to the public eye has also been the subject of intense discussion.

Sang Qing scrolled through the internet for a while, replied to some concerned messages, and then got up.

For some reason, Shi Ying didn't go to the military headquarters today. When she saw Sang Qing walking down the stairs with her head tilted to the side, fixing her hair, her eyes flickered.

"Huh? Didn't you go to the military headquarters?" Sang Qing noticed Shi Ying and asked curiously.

Seeing breakfast on the table, I naturally sat down there.

On the table were exquisite breakfast items: amber-colored shrimp, bamboo shoot siu mai, honey-flavored char siu rice noodle rolls, and iced lemon oolong tea.

In just a few months, Shi Ying's cooking skills have visibly improved.

At first, I only had simple noodles and soy milk, which tasted average, only slightly better than what she made.

Nowadays, breakfast and dinner offer a wide variety of options, with almost no repetition throughout the week, and the taste is comparable to that of a five-star restaurant.

It has an exquisite appearance and looks very appetizing.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Sang Qing, as usual, smiled at Shi Ying and said something before picking up her chopsticks to start eating.

Shi Ying pushed a plate of pastries in front of her.

On the snow-white porcelain plate lay exquisite golden leopard pastries, each one lifelike and exuding a delicate and unique fragrance.

Unlike the ones that Shiying made and kept in the refrigerator, this one was made fresh.

Having some pastries before the meal is also fine.

Sang Qing picked up a piece and put it in her mouth.

Just after finishing a piece, Shi Ying's deep, hoarse voice rang out.

"Is it tasty?"

Sang Qing nodded without hesitation, "It's delicious."

She remembered saying more than once that it was delicious.