Bad women are always eyeing me covetously.

But now that they're busy, they don't have time to worry about these things.

Now, all I hope is that Xing doesn't learn anything strange, and that she won't have to take the blame for these things!

Otherwise, she'll become the scapegoat (everything she says comes true) on March 7th!

With her wrist being held, Xing followed March 7th to where Walter was, completely dazed.

She still had some doubts in her mind.

But... why is there a Kaffa lipstick mark on Yuuran's face?

Mingming, every time he looked at her, he always had an angry look in his eyes, and there were even complicated and incomprehensible emotions in his eyes.

Aren't they enemies?

I don't know which type of star lesbians hate yet. I plan to wait until I've resolved these troublesome issues around me before consulting the all-knowing netizens online.

-------------

Chapter 103 I Hate You? (Bounty: 5/21)

"Little sleepyhead? Time to wake up!"

A gentle voice woke Xi Lan from her sleep, accompanied by a soft touch on her cheek.

Xi Lan was about to say the title "Lady Emerald," but the face that Kaffa saw when she opened her eyes made her swallow her words in shock.

"Were you trying to say another woman's name just now?"

Kafka naturally took in the expression on Xilan's face, and after laughing indifferently a few times, she stood up slightly.

"It's time for breakfast."

Seeing Kafka standing at the door, waiting for her, Xi Lan sat up slightly, her fox ears drooping.

It was obvious that he didn't look fully awake.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that she hadn't had such a peaceful sleep in a long time.

Is the problem with Kafka?

She reached out and rubbed her temples, looking completely sleepy and grumpy, as if she had been forcibly woken up from her sleep.

Kafka pondered this, her eyes, now back in contact lenses, simply watching the still-unresponsive Miss Fox.

She simply smiled as she leaned against the door, watching Xi Lan rubbing her eyes, looking completely half-asleep.

After a few minutes, the silver-white fox finally came to her senses and looked at Kafka, who had been standing there watching her for who knows how long.

"Forget about it..."

She gritted her teeth and 'threatened' the person in front of her, unaware that in his eyes she looked more like a cat with its fur standing on end.

Even though Yulan is a canine.

But that doesn't stop it from falling into Kaffa's eyes, where it's beautified with its own filter.

"Okay, okay, let's have breakfast and then wash up?"

She rested her hands on her chest, still smiling as she looked at Xi Lan, who was still grumpy from waking up.

He treated Xi Lan like he used to coax a child.

Xi Lan, who was treated this way, felt like she had punched a cotton ball and couldn't do anything.

"...I don't want to go out."

Xi Lan wanted to crawl back into bed, mainly because she didn't want to face those Star Core Hunters.

How could Kafka not sense Xilan's emotions? She kindly spoke up, "No one else is here, it's just you and me in the house."

"Not eating is bad for your health, sweetie, come and eat." She opened the door, looking meaningfully at the somewhat hesitant man: "Or do you still want me to feed you like yesterday?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Xi Lan stood up, her face flushed.

"I can do it myself! I don't need you!"

Ah, the teenage years of children—as a (former) parent, Kafka is somewhat relieved.

After all, she missed Xi Lan's adolescence.

"What about washing up?"

"That's none of your business!"

Why are you so concerned about me now?

Xi Lan, barefoot, stepped onto the ground and naturally passed by Kafka.

"You'll catch a cold if you don't wear slippers, won't you?"

All she got in return was a soft snort from Xi Lan, who then turned her head away, pouted, put on her slippers, and went to wash up.

Her adorable appearance made Kafka reluctant to return it.

Those eyes, filled with emotions that were hard to decipher, were fixed on Xi Lan's back.

But just as the man realized something, she pretended nothing had happened and casually shifted her gaze.

No one knows when they will meet again.

Kafka cherished this time immensely.

Even though he knew that the little fox didn't like it now, and even resisted his approach.

What she did yesterday was enough to satisfy her.

Once the time comes and Xing arrives, she and Aren can complete their final mission on the Immortal Ship.

Kafka lowered her eyes slightly, making it impossible to guess what she was thinking.

After reheating the breakfast that Blade had prepared before leaving, Kafka tidied up the table.

When Xilan finished washing up, she saw Kafka wearing an apron, looking every bit the perfect stay-at-home wife.

She was still a little doubtful whether she was still dreaming or not fully awake.

Where does this feeling of being domesticated come from?

Jade Lady, please help!

Xi Lan looked like she had seen a ghost, and slowly took small steps to the dining table.

To be honest, I didn't really want to suffer.

Chewing her food in silence, Xi Lan thought optimistically, at least they hadn't gone so far as to put drugs in her food.

The purple-haired woman sat on the other side of the table, propping her chin on her hand and watching the other woman's chubby cheeks as she ate.

Xi Lan, who was being stared at, twitched her ears involuntarily, and even her tail began to wag.

Following the etiquette of not speaking at the dinner table, Xi Lan finished her breakfast, which had a slightly nostalgic flavor, before slowly opening her mouth.

"When are you planning to release me? Where's my terminal? Can you give it back to me?"

These three questions made Kafka burst out laughing.

"Okay, okay, one at a time. I'm not going to run away. Can you be patient, darling?"

Kafka just chuckled and slowly answered the question she wanted to know: "I just want you to stay with me a little longer."

"When the time comes, I will naturally have someone take you back."

"As for the terminal... I'm sorry, but personally, I don't really want you to continue talking to your guardian."

Xi Lan took a deep breath, seemingly trying to calm herself down.

But the more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She even stood up and strode over to Kafka, staring unceremoniously into those eyes that could so easily bewitch her.

He gritted his teeth, looking at that still gentle, smiling face, and then grabbed her collar, bringing the two of them much closer together.

"Am I the kind of person you can just bring back and throw away? Hmm? Kaffa? You've been so gentle with me these past few days, and then after saying you don't need my company anymore, you want me to go back to Lady Emerald, right?"

"Am I a dog? You think you can just throw me away like that?! And now you won't even let me contact my guardian? This is completely illegal imprisonment!" Xi Lan was so angry she couldn't speak, taking deep breaths. She tried her best to calm herself, but her beastly eyes glared fiercely at the woman in front of her.

The fox was so angry it was itching to bite, but then it noticed the skin that was inadvertently exposed on the man's shoulder. Xi Lan, who was already furious, naturally lost her temper.

Before Kafka could react, Xilan pressed her thigh between Kafka's legs, abruptly closing the distance between them and forcibly pinning her to the table.

Her long, silvery-white hair, tinged with a hint of crimson, was now intertwined with the man's deep purple hair.

The pain in her shoulder forced Kafka to snap out of her daze, but her hand instinctively pressed down on the back of Yulan's head, causing her to bite even deeper.

...........

"I hate you."

I hate that you abandoned me without my consent, and then acted as if nothing had happened.

--------

Chapter 104 What kind of play do you want to play?

Ahhhhh! !

What have I done?!

Xi Lan covered her face, huddled in a corner, and could still taste Kafka's blood in her mouth. She couldn't believe that she had actually bitten the other person when she was angry.

The bite wound is even this deep!

But to be honest, it was quite satisfying...

Like a dog that had done something wrong, she looked at Kafka, who was sitting to the side, expressionless, seemingly nonchalantly stopping the bleeding from her wound.