Douluo Dalu, a junior student, started his journey after being adopted by Bibi Dong.

The spiritual fruit was crystal clear. She bit it between her pearly teeth, and the juice soaked her lips, making her wine-red lips appear even fuller.

Her ears were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, but she pretended to be nonchalant.

Yue Qingge withdrew her hand, the warmth of her snow-white skin still lingering on her fingertips.

I accidentally touched it when I was handing out food; it was as soft and warm as jade.

He smiled but didn't say anything.

[Ding! Dinner is ready. Next, mother, please help the child relax. 1]

A sudden sound broke the silence.

Then, a pale blue, semi-transparent panel appeared!

Before Qian Renxue's eyes, she subconsciously looked up—

[Please have Mother Qian Renxue choose a tool: Angel Cave, Angel Snow Rabbit, Soft Hands, Jade Feet, Leg Wards...]

She was stunned.

For a moment, my mind went completely blank.

Angel Cave... Angel Snow Rabbit...

Even if she were completely clueless about social dynamics, she could still guess the meaning behind those things.

The literal meaning and the implied meaning both made her cheeks burn.

Her face instantly burned, the blush spreading from her cheeks to her ears, and then to the snow rabbit hidden beneath the wine-red velvet.

Yue Qingge could naturally see the panel in front of her.

The pale blue light reflected on her face, illuminating all her panic and shyness clearly.

He got up and cleared away the dishes, his movements unhurried and deliberate.

"What's wrong, Mom?" He turned around, his gaze falling on her face. "Why is your face so red?"

Qian Renxue waved her small hands wildly in the air, "N-nothing!"

The panic in that voice was more convincing than any explanation.

Yue Qingge put down the plate in her hand and suddenly stopped. He frowned slightly and looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"Oh, the quest seems to be refreshing... wait a minute?" He paused for a moment.

"What's going on? Why is my screen blank?"

But the smile that lingered deep in his eyes could not be hidden.

Qian Renxue stood up abruptly, ran to him in small steps, and punched him twice in the chest with her fist.

"You bastard!" Her voice was filled with embarrassment, anger, grievance, and even a hint of coquettishness that she herself didn't realize.

"Did you know all of this?!"

"No," Yue Qingge quickly explained, her gaze lingering on her face.

"I can only... see the panel in front of you."

Qian Renxue panicked instantly.

She quickly shook her head, a thin layer of mist rising in her golden eyes.

She instinctively covered the plump snow rabbit with her hand, as if that would block out those strange options.

Her wine-red lips were gently pursed, forming a soft, melon-like line.

"Angel's Cave... let's not choose that," her voice was barely audible, almost pleading. "The rest... you can decide, okay?"

She looked at him pitifully, her eyes filled with a tenderness that was completely different from the sharp-eyed, athletic girl she had met at first.

Yue Qingge's heart softened when she saw the look of impending tears in her eyes.

"They're still too young," Qian Renxue said softly.

"Definitely not. As for Angel Cave... let's talk about it later."

"Since that's the case..." Yue Qingge's gaze slowly moved down from her face, "Then let's go with your jade feet. It'll be easier for you to accept, and I'll..."

He had barely finished speaking when his gaze fell on her feet.

She was wearing those red-soled black high heels, the heels were slender and perfectly supported her arches.

Her fair insteps looked even more adorable against the backdrop of the burgundy velvet skirt.

From ankle to toe, every curve flows as smoothly as the most exquisite carving by the Creator.

The slight concavity at the arch of the foot draws a beautiful arc in the light and shadow.

Qian Renxue felt extremely uncomfortable under his gaze.

His gaze fell on her feet, yet it seemed as if he could see through the shoes to every inch of her skin.

She finally couldn't take it anymore and reached out to push him.

"You...you clean up the dishes first," she said慌乱地, "I'll go...I'll go wash my feet..."

"Not washing isn't necessarily a bad thing," he said with a smile.

"Stop talking!" She turned and glared at him, but her gaze held no intimidation whatsoever; instead, it carried an inexplicable air of coquettishness.

"If you've touched me before, don't touch me again!"

After saying that, she practically fled, quickly walking towards the water pump in the corner in her high heels.

Yue Qingge gazed at her retreating figure, unable to suppress the smile on her lips.

He cleared away the dishes and sat down in the chair.

"System," he called out in his mind, "isn't it a bit inconvenient to sit directly on a chair? How about generating a soft couch?"

[Host, you're a real pervert.]

The system's voice was clearly disdainful, but she still obediently opened a new door on one side of the room.

[A bedroom has been generated for the host to complete tasks and cultivate.] How to do it, how to cultivate... well, don't worry about that.

[Please have the child, Yue Qingge, help her mother, Qian Renxue, carry the child to the bedroom as a sign of filial piety.]

Upon hearing this, Yue Qingge stood up and walked to the corner.

Qian Renxue was sitting on a small stool next to the water pump, her feet immersed in a basin of warm water.

She lowered her head, her hands resting on her knees, her long hair falling down and covering half of her face.

She was still soaking her feet.

Her fair, jade-like feet were immersed in the clear water, her toes appearing and disappearing in the mist.

The delicate gold chain on her ankle was damp with water droplets, shimmering in the dim light.

Sensing his approach, Qian Renxue bit her lower lip.

She didn't look up, but she could feel his gaze on her.

"Wait...wait a minute," her voice was barely audible, "Don't rush me..."

Yue Qingge did not wait.

He bent down, put his arms under her knees and waist, and lifted her up in his arms.

In that instant, his arm inadvertently brushed against the drum, which was beginning to take shape under the protective barrier.

Through the thin velvet, he could clearly feel its amazing elasticity and warmth.

He even gently touched the tip with his fingers.

The cherry blossom hidden under the velvet.

Qian Renxue's body trembled violently.

A surge of electricity erupted from the point of contact, instantly spreading throughout the entire body.

She instinctively grabbed his collar.

That unfamiliar feeling made her nervous, and it also amplified her senses little by little.

"It feels so... so strange..." she murmured, her voice trembling slightly.

Yue Qingge looked down at her.

Her gaze was darting away.

The breaths that rose and fell violently beneath the velvet.

The snow hare, brimming with vitality and proudly holding its head high, is so alluring.

Without hesitation, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers.

"Mother....."

Chapter Eleven: Delicious Ice Cream

The two words escaped his lips, mumbled and unclear, yet carried a strange tactile quality.

Yue Qingge lowered her head and kissed the corner of her mouth.

Little by little, I pried open her heart.

They probed in like serpents and intertwined with each other.

"Ming..."

Qian Renxue's struggles could only turn into sobs.

She tried to push him away with her hand, but she couldn't muster the strength.

Under the onslaught, she slowly softened, like melting.

Nobuko broke through the layers of defenses and entered that warm cavity.

It carried her unique fragrance, like the scent of an angel left behind on earth.

He explored her little by little, taking her in inch by inch, chasing and entangled with her.

She could clearly feel his heartbeat, transmitted to her chest.

Her heart was pounding, thumping so fast it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest.

After an unknown amount of time, Yue Qingge finally released her.

"Ha ha....."

Qian Renxue gasped for air, while the snow rabbit heaved violently.

The wine-red velvet rose and fell with her breath.

Her eyes were misty, her lips were slightly swollen and red, and she looked as if she had just been pulled out of the water, so soft and delicate.

She didn't even have the energy to scold him.

Yue Qingge no longer hesitated and quickly pushed open the bedroom door.

The room was small, with a soft couch covered in white bedding in the center.

He placed her on the soft couch and then looked at her with a sincere expression.

"I asked Mom to do a task."

Qian Renxue lay on the soft couch, gazing at him.

Her eyes were still misty with tears, her cheeks were flushed, and her breathing was not yet even.

She was still shy, still hesitant, still struggling.

Yue Qingge immediately delivered the finishing blow:

"Mom," he said softly but earnestly.

You wouldn't want all our hard work of half a day to go to waste, would you?

These words struck a chord with her.

Qianrenxue made a firm decision.

She bit her lower lip and slowly stretched out one foot.