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

What made her laugh was that he called her "Kal'tsit" a hundred times, while he only called her "my good older sister" ninety-nine times.

So it seems that if that arrogant and smug fool knew that she was less important to the little guy than a cat, her expression would be quite amusing.

If she dares to brag to me again next time, I'll tell her about it and make fun of her.

As the artist thought about it, a hint of joy appeared on her face, reflecting her mood.

Compared to the two of them, I am the number one in the little one's heart.

One hundred and eleven times, "Sir," he was such a perfect match for her.

Returning to Chapter Sixty-One, the only one I love is you.

When Bai Zheng, who was taking a nap, opened his eyes, he saw the painter leaning against the wall, scribbling something on a simple drawing board.

The gentleman seemed very pleased.

Why would someone think this way during the day?

With just a slight lift of the head, one can see the artist's fair and soft legs draped over Bai Zhou, and his two little feet that are raised in a joyful mood.

So cute, I want to stick them together.

Oh, right.

I remembered during the day.

My husband's birthday is coming up soon.

What gift should I give?

Brush, ink, paper, and inkstone? Or the magnificent scenery of mountains and rivers?

Or perhaps local delicacies?

If I gave my husband a bowl of spicy noodles, she would definitely chase after me and beat me up.

But thinking about it carefully, that scene actually seems quite interesting.

Overjoyed, Bai Zhou couldn't help but gently flick its tail to express its delight. However, its tail was still tightly entangled with Xi Wei and could not move.

This……

He remembered that before going to sleep... no, it seemed that not long after the two of them got into bed, their tails had unknowingly become entangled together.

Does the gentleman also enjoy the feeling of mating?

Baiyue's actions naturally attracted Xi's attention.

"Ah Xi, why are you awake so early? It's only the third watch of the night, aren't you going to sleep a little longer?"

As soon as Xi finished speaking, she froze, her cherry lips still parted.

Oh no, I was so focused on the little one that I forgot I was secretly staying up all night and couldn't tell anyone.

As expected, the dragon's smiling face instantly turned serious, his expression as cold as frost.

"Ah Xi... wait, let me explain."

She had a valid reason for not giving it! The painting wasn't finished yet, and she couldn't let this all-nighter end up being abandoned halfway through!

"Please speak, sir. I am listening."

That being said, the artist knew that his plan to stay up all night was ruined as he looked at the drawing board and brush that had been pulled from his hands.

"Waaah..."

With her art supplies confiscated, she immediately felt listless, and her previously high spirits waned. She flopped onto the mattress, rolled up in the blankets, and went to sleep, no longer bothering to come up with any excuse for staying up all night.

She's angry.

Even if he made a mistake, she is still the little fool's husband!

He always addresses her with such affection and respect, calling her "sir" so warmly. How dare he take away her food before she can even speak!

He no longer sees her as his husband!

"Sir? Sir?"

His calls kept echoing in his ears, but the artist never responded.

"Are you already asleep?"

No, she's still very energetic and could easily stay up all night again.

Good night, sir.

Ugh, can't we talk a little longer?

Maybe if I say one more word, she'll respond.

Silly Ah Xi, you're not cute at all anymore.

"Ugh!"

The artist's thoughts were shattered by the arrival of the hand that wrapped around his waist.

A firm yet warm embrace pressed tightly against her back, and his breath lingered on her earlobe, slowly seeping into her ear canal.

The strange feeling made the artist shudder involuntarily.

"Ah, Ah Xi... don't do this..."

"What are you referring to, sir?"

Bai Zhou didn't notice the artist pretending to be asleep.

The dragon remained close to her ear, whispering softly. His warm breath on her ear created a strange sensation, like that of a seductive courtesan, both alluring and coy, while she was the scholar with lustful desires but no courage, completely manipulated by the courtesan.

My body feels a little itchy, and also a little...comfortable. Why is my body reacting so strongly to just a gentle breath on my ear?

"Ears...don't talk like that..."

The artist tried to remove the ears from under the dragon's mouth, but the dragon held him even tighter.

“I know my husband is staying up late because he’s worried about me.”

"Waaah..."

“But sir, you’re not resting so late, and I’m worried about you. Your health isn’t good to begin with, and you’re staying up so late. What would I do if something went wrong?”

"You know...you know this, yet you still give me that look..."

The strange sensation coming through my ears grew stronger and stronger.

In this state, my body was so weak it was practically limp.

"So..."

He lowered his head and gently kissed the artist behind the ear. The dragon's voice was the most tender and gentle it had ever heard from the artist.

"Sir, could you please forgive Ah Xi's overstepping of his bounds just now?"

It seems... something... is leaking out...

The artist bit her lip tightly, her bare legs pressed together.

"Sir... are you still angry with Ah Xi?"

Seeing that the painter did not object, the real dragon went further, following up with its tail and entwining itself with Xiwei.

A simple kiss on the ear could not satisfy the love and desire that surged within him and remained unabated.

He wanted more from Xi, more that belonged only to him, what the artist would only give him.

"Does the husband know what couples do when they get angry with each other?"

"Husband...wife?"

The artist was taken aback by this word.

Why are we suddenly talking about couples?

Shy and flustered.

"Silly Ah Xi...who...who is your husband and wife..."

She dared not admit that this was the true dragon calling to her.

"Um……"

"Husband and wife... naturally..."

The dragon feigned ignorance, drawing out the last word. This made the painter's heart itch unbearably, as if being scratched by a cat.

Yes, who is it?

Is it her?

Or was it that useless year when she had the title of husband and wife with him?

Or perhaps... that cat.

The artist suddenly felt a sense of panic.

One accompanied him through ten years of companionship, while the other poured her heart and soul into crafting a precious artifact that connects humanity with the universe.

Compared to them, the short two years he spent with her were nothing. And... he hadn't cared much about her either...

Even if she gets that title, does she really have the guts to accept it?

"Sir, I've already looked at them all."

What? What have you seen?

“I have seen all the paintings that the gentleman painted.”

Who should have followed the word during the day?

He reached out his other hand, slipped it along the mattress and the artist's waist, and grasped her hand, gently clasping it together.

"I've seen the bride in her wedding dress. She was beautiful. Just like the bride I've always dreamed of."

Wedding dress? When will she wear it...?

Xi remembered.