I am the old, fiery-faced man from the senior department.

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Ugh, I want to kidnap him, I want to take him back and make him a saintess... Shouldn't boys be called saints?

"Sister Yela, can I massage you after I finish eating?"

Although she didn't mind her helping out, Bai Zhou was more interested in finishing the unfinished meal first.

"Oh. Sorry, Xiaobai... I couldn't resist because Xiaobai is so cute."

Snapping out of her turmoil, Yera quickly withdrew her hand, expressing her apology with the same expression she had when playing with the snow leopard cub.

“It’s alright, my older sister often treats me like this too. Compared to her… Sister Yela is very gentle.”

Freed from being ravaged, he continued to eat during the day.

"You're so sweet... I'm liking you more and more. How about coming with me to Shelag for a few days? The snow scenery there is beautiful. You'll love the feeling of seeing the sun break through the clouds atop the mountains."

There was still plenty of time, and Yela also had some free time to play with her younger brother from the same clan.

"Thank you for your kindness, Sister Yela, but I still need to take care of her, and I can't leave her too far away."

Bai Zhou skillfully rejected her.

"What a pity... Hmm, Xiaobai could have invited her too. Going together would be like a trip."

Yela realized halfway through her sentence that times had changed and that Baiyue could now visit Shelag as a tourist.

"Hmm, that's not a bad idea. It's time for a family trip."

Bai Zhou nodded slightly, seriously considering whether this option was worth adopting.

"Hey, it's a deal then. Contact me when you want to go, I can be your guide... right, Doctor?"

"Yes. That's right."

The professor curled his lip.

They only call me when they need my help.

"Then I'll leave it to Sister Yela."

Bai Zhou gave her a grateful smile, which, unsurprisingly, drew another wave of affection.

"It's getting late. Doctor, Xiaobai, I have to go now. Oh, by the way, Xiaobai, if you're going on a trip, you absolutely must go to Shelag!"

Before leaving, Yela gave Bai Zhou some final words of advice.

Even during the day, he smiled and replied that he would definitely go.

After lunch, he and the doctor returned to the office and continued to slack off to pass the uneventful day.

After a brief respite, the sky began to clear.

As the sun and moon dart across the sky, so too does life unfold from ancient times to the present.

Reflecting on the talents and achievements, I recall countless triumphs and failures.

Luxurious pavilions and dance halls stand in stark contrast to desolate ruins and abandoned tombs.

All things turn to dust in retrospect, only the green mountains remain unchanged.

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"Sir, it rained heavily last night! Do you think there will be more scaled creatures in the river today?"

"Sir, what would you like to eat? Plain porridge and pickled vegetables, perhaps? Would that be too bland?"

"Sir, where are we going today?"

"gentlemen……"

How annoying.

The sounds around him were even louder than the early-rising winged beasts. The painter looked at the ink-soaked stains on the paper, and his hand holding the brush trembled slightly.

"gentlemen……"

"Enough! If you say another word, I'll throw you into the river to feed the fish!"

The artist could no longer tolerate the chaos and left alone, abandoning his paper and pen.

"Ah, sir! Your pen and paper. Wait for me, sir, I won't say anything more!"

That's what he said, but he couldn't keep his mouth shut when he was next to that emerald-green figure.

Only in this way can we ensure that this gentleman will not forget him.

Just like how people forget at night whether the ants they observed at noon were red or black.

As time goes by, in an ordinary household, people would probably be cooking around this time, with firewood burning.

"Sir, it's time for dinner."

"..."

Her thoughts were interrupted again, and she frowned slightly in displeasure.

But when he brought over some excellent grilled fish, his dissatisfaction was barely dispelled.

"Sir, how does this scaled beast taste? It's the largest of the freshly caught scaled beasts, and its meat is fresher, more tender, and fatter than the others. It's perfect for grilling. Sir, last night's rain really did increase their numbers."

Freshly caught?

She then noticed that the little devil was soaked through, probably because he had just come up from the river not long ago.

"generally……"

She stuck the fish skewers into the soil and turned her attention back to her painting.

"Really? Hehe."

He touched his head and smiled.

"After all, he's a gentleman, very knowledgeable and must have tasted many delicacies. It seems I still need to work harder... no, much harder!"

The little devil, on the other hand, seemed exceptionally happy.

It seems that neither praise nor scolding can change the expression on his smiling face.

"Oh, sir, there's still some oil left. Please wait a moment, I'll go get a handkerchief."

He ran away in a hurry, startled, as if the little bit of fish oil on the corner of her mouth was some kind of natural disaster.

"Sir, here comes the handkerchief!"

"Huh? How could that be? It's gone."

He held the handkerchief, looking at that flawless white face with great confusion.

"You've misread it."

"Oh, maybe it was blinded by the firelight. Hey, I'll go tidy up the campfire first, so as not to attract those wild beasts and make them come all this way for nothing."

The little devil ran off again; he always seems to have endless energy.

However, it's just too annoying.

If it weren't for the fact that he presented such excellent offerings, she would have long since thrown this annoying brat aside.

The painter picked up his brush, the tip of which landed on the paper, and the ink soaked through the paper.

The taste of fish still lingered in my mouth, leaving a pleasant fragrance on my lips and teeth.

"Sir, are you not resting tonight either? Have you had a new inspiration?"

As darkness fell, the little devil came again to ask her if she could sleep.

She ignored them, simply holding her pen and gazing at the flower in front of her.

Flowers usually bloom brightly after the rain, and although this one is not yet open, it is still a bud waiting to bloom.

"As expected of a master! May I watch you paint?"

The little devil sat to the side, clutching his little box whose contents were unknown, praising her loudly, looking on with great anticipation for what she would draw.

"Keep quiet."

"Oh, oh, ooh ooh ooh ooh (Sir, please draw, I won't say anything)"

Her thoughts, which had been interrupted at noon, suddenly reconnected, making her eyes brighten slightly. She picked up her brush, dipped it in ink, and sketched, completing the drawing in one go.

A majestic mountain range spans a vast lake, where a beast floats, resembling a real dragon, yet without horns. It commands the wind and rain, and manipulates the clouds and mist.

This painting is barely acceptable.

But something seems to be missing.

Hmm, it seems rather quiet around here.

Was that kid amazed by her skills?

That's true, after all, she's a great painter...

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

(;′ρ`)zzz!

"..."

She withdrew her gaze from the painting and rolled it up.

Sure enough, she shouldn't have had too many thoughts about this brat.

A kid is a kid, what could he possibly know?

She took out another piece of paper, ready to draw something else.