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

"Let's go."

Yue Qingge led her by the hand toward the six-pointed star formation. Bingdi lagged half a step behind him, her gaze constantly shifting between the two. She simply stopped struggling. Bingdi thought to herself: I'm observing the formation's reaction, not concerned about his hand.

Yes, it is like that.

The moment the two stepped into the six-pointed star array, the array patterns suddenly lit up.

Golden light rose from beneath their feet, enveloping the two of them.

Hyotei then began to seriously consider a question: there were only two people here, and the woman was her.

So she's going to become Yue Qingge's mother?

Her eyes widened slightly, then narrowed again, a faint smile appearing on her lips.

Although this identity came out of nowhere, if I could become his mother, wouldn't I be able to see how embarrassed he was?

Hyotei imagined the scene of Yue Qingge blushing and calling her "Mom," and almost couldn't suppress the smile on her face.

She quickly pursed her lips, forcefully suppressing the smile that was about to spill out.

However, she had no idea that someone was completely immune to stress.

Chapter 176 Restraint

Yue Qingge glanced at her, noticing the fleeting curve at the corner of her mouth, and understood immediately.

He also seemed to be struggling to suppress the corners of his mouth.

The two stood side by side in the center of the six-pointed star array, awaiting the arrival of their mission.

[The child was found to be under excessive stress for some reason]

Mothers, please help your children release stress.

After much deliberation, Yue Qingge chose a more direct approach. (The quest was given by the protagonist.)

Hyotei blinked blankly as she listened to the ethereal voice. The next second, a pale blue panel appeared in front of her. Several plans were depicted on the panel, each accompanied by detailed instructions and illustrations of matching clothing.

She only glanced at it, and her pupils dilated instantly.

She turned her head in disbelief toward the dome, her voice rising several decibels: "Is this the kind of mother-son relationship you have?!"

"Is this how you vent your anger?!" "This...this is destroying ethics!" Her somewhat trembling voice echoed in the hall.

Yue Qingge pretended to be full of curiosity and leaned closer, peeking her head out from behind her shoulder and looking at the screen in front of her.

Then he couldn't suppress the smile anymore. It was clearly written on the screen...

[Relaxation and Wellness]

Wearing the completely unprotective healing soul master's robes, Yue Qingge sat askew. The clothing in the illustration was as thin as a cicada's wing, ethereal as smoke, almost just a thin, barely perceptible veil.

Hyotei needs to straddle Tsukishiro and use specific techniques to massage and relax him.

When Hyotei saw this, their ears turned bright red.

She swam down quickly.

[Auspicious Start]

Wearing a cheongsam with a slit up to her shoulders, she served Yue Qingge a pastry.

The tight-fitting cheongsam in the picture has a slit that extends from the hem to the shoulder, revealing a full leg and half of her body.

Hyotei needed to use their legs and body to hold Tsuki Qingge in their arms for some kind of intimate interaction.

Hyotei's breathing quickened, and his fingers trembled slightly as he scrolled to the last line on the panel.

[Three Points in One Line] Please enter text. Hyotei stared intently at the line "Please enter text," her mind blank for a full three breaths. Then she suddenly turned around, grabbed Yue Qingge by the collar, and pulled him in front of her.

They were so close that their noses almost touched, and her breath brushed against his lips, carrying a slight coolness.

Her voice trembled slightly, and the redness at her earlobes had even spread to her neck.

"Did you know this would happen all along?"

Yue Qingge tilted her head forward slightly, her gaze also filled with malice, as if she were sharing the same hatred for the enemy.

"I don't know, really."

Hyotei stared into his eyes for a few seconds, then crossed their arms. "So what do we do now?"

Her voice was muffled, and one could even detect a hint of panic. Yue Qingge walked up to her, bent down slightly, and looked at her beautiful face.

Taken aback by his action, Hyotei instinctively leaned back. "W-what are you doing!"

"Bing'er, how about... we choose one and try it out?" "Are you crazy?!"

She lowered her head, her gaze sweeping across the panel before quickly looking away.

"...The third one."

Yue Qingge was taken aback: "A straight line of three points?" "No!" Her voice was full of panic.

"I... I mean... please enter text. I should be able to write the task content myself." Yue Qingge looked at the pure-hearted Hyotei, her face full of smiles. "Sure, give it a try."

Hyotei gathered a wisp of soul power at her fingertips and meticulously inscribed the rules she desired in the blank space of "Please enter text".

The mother and son drank tea together and recounted their past experiences. When the mother wrote the word "cannot," her fingertips paused slightly, and a sly glint flashed in her icy eyes.

A slight smile curved her lips, a long-lost hint of smugness appearing on her face. She had already mentally drawn up a long list of "prohibitions," each paving the way for her subsequent "doing whatever she wanted."

But just as she was about to continue writing, her fingertips froze. The line of text that was taking shape was erased by an invisible hand, and all her efforts vanished in an instant.

A stern rebuke boomed down from the dome:

[No unauthorized modification of missions allowed! Otherwise, your partner will act recklessly against you!] Hyotei froze.

She slowly raised her head, her icy eyes widening, filled with rage. "You bastard!"

Hyotei instantly bristled, his little fists clenching so tightly they cracked.

She whirled around and unleashed a torrent of furious abuse at the dome: “How can you be so infuriating! You didn’t refuse at first, but when I was almost finished writing, you hit me with a stick!” Her body heaved violently with anger, her small, delicate breasts trembling gently beneath her brocade robe with each breath.

She couldn't find a more vicious word to vent her anger. In the end, she could only let out a harsh "humph" and turn her face away.

Looking at her angry and annoyed little face, Yue Qingge felt a soft spot in her heart.

He stepped forward and placed his hand on Hyotei's head.

He gently ruffled her cool, green hair with his palm. "Alright, Mom, how about... we quickly choose a mission?"

The moment Hyotei heard the word "Mom," she mechanically turned her head and stared blankly into Yue Qingge's smiling eyes.

His eyes were clear and bright, with a gentle smile, without the slightest discomfort or reluctance.

What difficulties did he have?

Where was the embarrassment, awkwardness, and awkwardness she had imagined?

This was completely different from the "mother-son script" she had rehearsed countless times in her mind.

"you……"

Hyotei's voice was slightly hoarse. "You just blurted it out like that, all sweet and innocent?" Her brows furrowed slightly, her gaze sweeping over his face repeatedly, as if trying to find some flaw in his smiling expression. "Shouldn't you...be a little more reserved?" she asked tentatively, feeling uncomfortable.

Looking at her slightly furrowed brows and those icy eyes that concealed resentment, Yue Qingge's smile deepened.

He took a step forward, closing the distance between them once more. He looked down at her, his figure enveloping her completely. His voice was low, "You don't want us to keep having Xue'er worry about us, do you?" His fingers had somehow found their way to her wrist.

"You wouldn't want her frantically searching for us, would you?" "And we'd rather...been having a romantic time together, wouldn't we?"

"Who, who wants to talk about love with you..." Her voice trailed off, carrying a hint of trying to cover it up.

After a fierce internal struggle—or rather, a struggle that was really just her finding a way to save face—she finally found a way to save face.

Hyotei's gaze returned to the panel, her lower lip clenched, her slender fingers darting back and forth between the three options several times. "Victory at the start"—at least it's still an outfit. Her fingers fell quickly.

[Auspicious Start]

Chapter 177: Rebellious Son!

The panel emitted a soft "ding" sound, then vanished into starlight. At the same time, a ball of emerald green light appeared in her palm, followed by a cheongsam falling into it.

The main fabric was emerald green silk, adorned with fine, dense ice crystal patterns. But what truly made Hyotei's breath catch in her throat was the cut of the cheongsam. The waist was extremely fitted, and the side slits ran from the hem all the way to above the shoulders, dividing the entire cheongsam in two. "...I'll wear it then."

She gritted her teeth, turned around, lifted the shoulders of the cheongsam with both hands, and slipped it onto her body.

It slid down her shoulders, flowing down her slender waist, conforming to every undulation, and subtly amplifying her delicate curves.

A slender waist that could be grasped with one hand, and a slightly upturned waistline.

And those plump, slender legs were faintly visible through the high slit on the side of the cheongsam.

With just a slight lift, the view was breathtaking. Hyotei turned around, his face filled with helplessness.

The silk tightly wrapped around the small steamed bun in front of her, which was so big it could be held in one hand. She glanced down at herself, then quickly looked away, her ears already ringing.

"...What are you looking at?"

She glared at Yue Qingge with annoyance, her slender fingertips blossoming on Yue Qingge's chest.

A slight condensation was then felt, and in the blink of an eye, an ice bed appeared behind him.

Before Yue Qingge could react, Bingdi's hand was already on top of his. With a slight pressure, Yue Qingge's body fell backward, and Bingdi gritted her teeth and pressed closer.

She stepped onto the ice bed first, and the side of her cheongsam opened completely the moment she lifted her leg, revealing a section of her snow-white, slender shins.

Then another one followed, straddling his body on either side.

The tight little drum landed steadily on him.

Hyotei straightened up and looked down at Yue Qingge. This time, the tables had turned. The corners of her lips slowly curled up, and she tapped her chin twice with her slender fingers.

"Moonlight Song!"

Her voice rose slightly at the end, with a hint of amusement, "What should you call me?"

He didn't rush to answer; his fingers had already moved stealthily, quietly touching the small drum of Hyotei. It was tightly wrapped in silk, smooth and bouncy to the touch.

His fingers had just lightly pinched it once, before he could even feel the second pinch. *Snap!*

Hyotei slapped his hand. "You unfilial son!" Her eyebrows furrowed, and she immediately got into character. "How did your mother teach you? Hmm? To hit you?"

After all, such fair and square opportunities are rare.

As she spoke, she put her other hand on her hip, striking a pose that said, "I'm angry," but her eyes were full of barely suppressed laughter.

Yue Qingge was stunned by the slap, his face turning slightly pale. Bingdi looked at him like this and felt a strange sense of amusement welling up inside her; she found it quite amusing.

Hyotei initially bent down only slightly, but later felt it wasn't enough, so they bent down even further.

Her long hair slid down her shoulders, strands falling beside his face. Their noses slowly touched, Yue Qingge's breath brushing against her lips. She could clearly feel his heartbeat quickening, his rhythm accelerating. His initial composure was now shattered. Hyotei's eyes brightened. "Why aren't you saying anything? Hmm?" "You unfilial son, your mother is asking you a question."

Before she finished speaking, the tenderness and naivety in Yue Qingge's eyes vanished in an instant.

He abruptly raised his hand, grabbed the back of Hyotei's head, and pulled her forward. His other hand encircled her slender waist, holding her firmly against his body. Then, Hyotei's pupils suddenly dilated.

Yue Qingge had already pressed her lips against hers, and the moment their four lips met, Hyotei's brain exploded with a "buzz".

She froze for a moment, then began to struggle. "Ugh—!"

She tried to push him away with both hands, but she had given up from the beginning, perhaps unwillingly, or perhaps not wanting to.

In her panic, her legs kicked slightly, and the drum swayed against his body. A warm, large hand had somehow found its way onto her drum. Each press softened her tense body slightly, and each kneading eased the pressure she was exerting.

Her struggles grew weaker and weaker until she finally collapsed completely into his arms.

Her hands wrapped around his shoulders, resting limply on the back of his neck. Her slender arms slowly tightened, encircling his neck. Her fingertips buried in the hair at the back of his head, trembling slightly. However, her proactive advance disrupted Yue Qingge's rhythm. For Hyotei, only the initial choice was difficult. Having made the choice, there was nothing more to say.

That's always been her personality; once she chooses a path, she goes all out and never hesitates.

Whether it's a fight, or... the matter at hand.

She tilted her head slightly, adjusting the angle so that her lips could better meet his.

The teeth gently open and then retract.

The moment the two serpents touched, the soft touch carried each other's essence.

Each entanglement spreads pleasure outwards from that point.

The silvery liquid grew longer and longer between their lips and teeth until it finally broke with a soft "pop".

Yue Qingge leaned back slightly, creating some distance between them. He looked at the little face in his arms, no longer as clear-headed as before.

"Mother Bing'er, can we... start the mission now?" Bingdi's eyelashes trembled, and her pupils slowly focused. "Yes."