The little female is incredibly sweet and soft, healing the five evil beasts right from the start.

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“It’s alright, I don’t blame Mianmian.” Zhao Ci spoke softly, her voice devoid of emotion. “After all, Rong Fei was already very close to you on the exile starship. I’m not angry at all that you went to see him. Besides, you stood outside in the wind all night last night, and it was quite refreshing.”

Jiang Mian was somewhat taken aback by the lengthy passage in the imperial edict.

Although he said he wasn't angry at all, Jiang Mian felt that he seemed angry.

He seemed a little jealous too.

Jiang Mian suddenly remembered a time when she asked him on her personal terminal if he was free to go out with her, and he sent her a long message.

Why don't you go find Chi Lin, and then you ask why you don't go find Rong Fei...

Each orc counted them out in detail.

This tone is clearly very similar to the tone of the quantum computer at that time.

So, did Zhaoci already have some feelings for her back then?
So you're jealous already?
Jiang Mian blinked, her heart fluttering slightly.

"You really had to stand in the wind all night?" Jiang Mian reached out and gently touched his hand. "Are your hands cold?"

He could have easily avoided the imperial edict, but he didn't, letting the girl hold his hand.

"I did it voluntarily." Zhao Ci's eyebrows were half-lowered, his voice still unreadable, but his fingers unconsciously gripped Jiang Mian's hand.

Upon hearing these words and feeling the strength of her hand being held, Jiang Mian couldn't help but smile slightly.

How can someone be so good at saying one thing and meaning another?

She gently grasped his hand and shook it slightly: "Then, I'll let you warm my bed again tomorrow night, don't be angry."

Zhao Ci pursed his lips, his gaze falling on her: "Who is it tonight?"

Jiang Mian blinked and coughed lightly: "Actually, warming the bed is just simply lying on a bed, I didn't mean anything by it."

Zhao Ci remained silent for a moment, his beautiful face expressionless.

Why can't it be today? Why should the other orcs be placed before him?

But he didn't ask; he just pursed his lips into a straight line.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Jiang Mian could only glance at the butterfly wings on his back out of the corner of her eye to see if he was still angry.

The butterfly wings are mostly purple, with tiny specks of gold hidden among them. I'm still feeling down!
"Zhao Ci, do you want to touch his wings today?" Jiang Mian grabbed his hand and shook it gently.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ci's thoughts paused slightly, leaving only the longing for Jiang Mian to touch his butterfly wings. After a long while, he softly asked, "May I?"

“Sure!” Jiang Mian looked at him with bright, clear eyes filled with a smile.

So when Jiang Mian saw that she said it was okay, some gold dust appeared slightly on the butterfly wings behind him.

The next second, Jiang Mian was pulled into the room by Zhao Ci, who closed the door, and Jiang Mian's back was pressed against the door.

Zhao Ci couldn't help but bend down, wrapping his arms around Jiang Mian's waist, resting his head on Jiang Mian's neck, his voice soft and hoarse: "You can't go back on your word once you've promised."

Jiang Mian chuckled softly and slowly said, "I don't regret it, but your heat cycle should be over by now. Even if you're not in heat, would you still want your wings touched?"

"I just want you to touch me," Zhao Ci mumbled. Jiang Mian paused, her heart softening slightly, and a doting smile spread across her face: "Okay."

She placed the gift on the ground and slowly wrapped her arms around his waist.

Jiang Mian's hands slowly touched his butterfly wings.

Actually, butterflies are not easy to touch, but you get used to it after a while. And as her hand lands on the butterfly's wings, the wings tremble slightly, and then, like magic, fine golden patterns slowly spread across them, becoming more and more sparkling and beautiful.

Zhao Ci's body tensed slightly at Jiang Mian's touch, and the next second he couldn't help but tremble with excitement at her touch. He hugged Jiang Mian with both hands and couldn't help but press her into his arms, getting even closer.

He gently nuzzled Jiang Mian's head, his voice slightly hoarse: "Mianmian, I like it..."

Jiang Mian's lips curled up slightly.

Before long, her fingers were covered in sticky powder again, and the fragrance of flowers and fruits spread. Because of her touch, she couldn't help but feel aroused again.

"Mianmian, do you like Zhaoci?" Zhaoci asked softly again, one hand resting on Jiang Mian's waist, the other hand sinking into Jiang Mian's hair, his fingertips slowly entwining the girl's soft hair.

The jet-black hair twirled and slipped through his pale fingers, causing a slight tickle.

Zhao Ci's head was close to the girl's head, tilting his head slightly, his nose gently inhaling the fragrance of the girl's hair. His beautiful face became even more enchanting and gorgeous, his thin eyelids turned red, and his throat became extremely dry.

His bright red, beautiful lips couldn't resist gently kissing her hair, one light kiss after another.

Hearing that Jiang Mian hadn't answered, he continued to ask in a low, hoarse voice, "Does Mianmian like Zhaoci? Does she like Zhaoci? Zhaoci likes Mianmian very much, very much, very much..."

He always wanted to confirm something.

"Yes, Mianmian naturally likes the imperial edict." Jiang Mian's cheeks flushed slightly.

"Mianmian, do you say you like me?" Zhao Ci gently pulled away from her waist a little, and looked down at her with his purple-gold eyes moist and red.

Jiang Mian blinked her dark, clear eyes. The aphrodisiac effect of the gold powder made the corners of her eyes blush slightly. She looked up at him and said, "I like Zhao Ci, I like Zhao Ci, I like Zhao Ci, I like it so much, so much."

Her voice was soft and pleasant, as if responding to the repeated questions he had asked her: Did she like him? Did she like him? Did she like him?
He agreed to every word, his voice growing increasingly firm as he soothed his anxious heart.

Zhao Ci's heart couldn't help but feel numb and hot, and his heart seemed to beat like a thunder drum with each exclamation of "I love you," and it was getting more and more intense.

He couldn't help but lower his head and kiss Jiang Mian's lips.

He started with a light kiss, then pulled away a little, and then couldn't help but give it another light kiss, as if testing whether Jiang Mian would reject him. He was nervous and couldn't help but feel hot and numb all over.

Jiang Mian watched his cautious yet irresistible light kiss, the corners of her lips slightly curved, and she took the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck, slightly tiptoeing, and brought her lips close to gently bite his extremely red, bright, and moist lips.

The sticky powder then settled on his neck.

Zhao Ci's Adam's apple bobbed slightly involuntarily.

His thin, light red eyelids drooped slowly, his slender fingers gripped Jiang Mian's clothes and tightened slightly, and he couldn't help but lower his head to respond slowly and awkwardly.

This also meant that Jiang Mian didn't have to stand on tiptoe to bite his lips.

(End of this chapter)