At 3 a.m., the landmines in front of the station

"So you can be together every day, right?"

Very unintentionally, I blurted out what was on my mind.

This is one of Miya's negative traits: she tends to blurt out what's on her mind, only to regret it later.

"It's alright, how can this be considered sticky? If we were really sticky, I'm afraid you would become depressed if you saw it."

An Qing proudly washed the carrots, even gesturing to the kitten.

"hateful."

The kitten had no interest in practicing the piano, let alone playing video games.

Looking at Su Che, who was focused on cooking, and An Qing beside him, she couldn't help but think of a question—

Now that the two of them are living together like this, do you think the other members of "Seven Colors" would approve?

This is a very dangerous problem.

After it spread, many new problems immediately arose.

For example, would Yuan Xiao approve of this kind of relationship?

Miya was unaware that Yuan Xiao had already tasted the sweetness of success with An Qing's tacit approval.

After Su Che returned home, An Qing suggested that she could stay at Yuan Xiao's house more often in the future.

The reason is that her house is big, making rehearsals more convenient.

This was agreed upon by Su Che.

Little did they know, this was a transaction between a house cat and a bird.

If you let me freeload a bit more, I'll play support for you and help you get outside help.

Yuan Xiao's chips are as shown above.

How does Miya know all this?

Judging from the current situation, although the two of them were very proper while cooking, not touching each other, and An Qing wasn't wearing a maid outfit or a naked apron, but...

What if she changes form after I leave?

What if she wears strange things to bed at night?

For example, what if Jiang Nai wears those black lace fishnet stockings?

Miya felt anxious.

Soon, a delicious aroma wafted from the pot.

Su Che cooked a delicious and flavorful beef and onion curry.

"This is easy to make. Just put the sauce over the rice. I made a lot, so you can eat as many bowls as you want. And this is wasabi sauce for the sashimi platter. It's a bit spicy, so be careful."

"it is good…"

Miya took the large plate of food that Su Che handed her and suddenly had a strange feeling.

It felt like I was being fed by my cat's owner.

So relying on instinct,

After taking the plate,

Instinctively, she grabbed the hem of his shirt with her other hand, and in the instant he was slightly startled—

He bent down, turned his head, opened his small mouth, and licked the vein on his wrist.

"!!!"

This caused Su Che to shudder as if he had been struck by lightning!

A tingling sensation traveled up my wrist, as if I were being "thanked" by a cat's barbed tongue, all the way to the top of my head.

[Hiss... This feels kind of good...]

For no reason at all,

He also felt a urge to pet Miya's head, but his radar system warned him of intense killing intent coming from behind him.

Therefore, the operation was halted, and a new idea was temporarily changed. He smiled and nodded to Miya, signaling her to go and eat.

He then turned to look at An Qing, who was pursing her lips, and said as if nothing had happened:

"What's wrong? Aren't you going to eat?"

"Of course I'll eat. But what did she just do? I saw her bend over, and then you flinched. You two weren't up to something in front of me, were you?"

"........."

Su Che was speechless. "Don't put it in such a strange way... and it sounds very serious."

"You'd better not be seriously ill."

An Qing gave a soft hum, placed the remaining food on the table, and then sat down directly opposite Miya, behaving like the lady of the house.

The head seat was reserved for Su Che, and the three of them were arranged in a triangle, each occupying one side of the dining table placed against the wall.

After Su Che sat down, the two women began to pick up their chopsticks.

The formal match has begun.

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"Miya, I heard that you have your own team, and that they must be very strong. So why do you always like to watch other teams perform?"

The house cat uses its starting move, "Team Disloyalty."

The effect is to test the opponent's strength and understand their purpose; the tactical rating is 12 moves.

Miya thought for a moment and explained, "It's normal for musicians to watch live performances. They can't just work behind closed doors and only care about their own team; that won't help them improve."

"Really? But you don't practice with your teammates, but instead come to practice with Cheche. Do they know about this?"

"..."

Ta-da!

The house cat bared its fangs.

This 26-hit "borrowing a knife to kill" move dealt a critical blow.

"They...don't know."

Miya couldn't lie, so she could only tell the truth: "I did skip rehearsal. But it's okay, I felt happier practicing with Su Che, it was my own choice."

The kitten had never seen anything like this before.

When faced with the rhetoric of a dual cultivator of "The Way of the Spirit" and "Whispers of the Sun," the blank-slate hero was immediately outmaneuvered.

"I see?"

An Qing smiled, put a sweet shrimp into her small mouth, her silver teeth grinding the shrimp meat, and chewed it slowly with her cat-like eyes narrowed.

"Was the food Cheche made delicious?"

She looked at the kitten and unleashed a barrage of attacks.

Miya simply doesn't understand; she can't answer that question.

Saying it's delicious is like coming to someone's house to beg for alms, or trying to steal the food from the house cat.

It's impossible to say it's not delicious, after all, we can't disrespect Su Che, especially since his cooking skills are top-notch.

Therefore, the child was stumped and instinctively wanted to say, "It's delicious."

"Alright, An Qing, eat your food properly and stop teasing her all the time."

"Oh…"

An Qing pouted, knowing that her attack had triggered Su Che's protective mechanism.

After a long period of exploration, she has discovered that

Whether in the rehearsal room or elsewhere,

Whenever he bares his fangs at a wildcat and wounds it to near death, Su Che will step in to protect it and stop his attack.

Conversely, it's strange if someone doesn't care what they do at home and is pampered in every way.

[He's good to me, but he won't let me kill other cats. Cheche is really... a fickle cat master.]

The girl silently grumbled to herself, but said nothing more.

Miya across from him looked pitiful, silently burying her head in her food.

In the blink of an eye, I ate a lot of rice.

And it shows no sign of stopping.

"I...I want more..."

"Ah good."

Su Che stared blankly as the kitten served itself a second and a third bowl of curry rice, even emptying the entire five-person portion he had prepared for the day, and actually finishing it all, bite by bite…

I couldn't help but feel confused.

"Miya, are you that hungry? I remember we bought hot dogs and oden at Lowson near Sunny Day Amusement Park at noon..."

"Mmm, but yours is too delicious, I don't have enough."

While Miya was speaking, her little mouth was still eating the food on the plate, bite by bite.

He even looked at the remaining third of his plate and asked:

Do you still want to eat this?

"???"

"If you don't eat..."

"Don't even think about it, this is mine."

Before he could finish speaking, the cat's motive was exposed by the house cat, which snatched Su Che's plate and began to devour the remaining food inside, eating with great relish.

"No... I haven't said I'm done eating yet... you two..."