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

He was still focused on preparing the ingredients, fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his movements meticulous and gentle. He was working hard to prepare their dinner.

She sighed softly.

We've come this far... how can we let his efforts go to waste?

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The system delivered the final blow, then quietly disappeared, disabling all perception.

Qian Renxue bit her lower lip.

She glanced at Yue Qingge.

He had his back to her, his head down, tending to the spirit fish. She took a deep breath and made up her mind.

The tight-fitting clothes were taken off.

Chapter Nine Cooking

The silky fabric slid over her shoulders, over her waist, and piled up at her feet.

She picked up the burgundy apron and hurriedly put it on.

The more nervous she became, the more clumsy she became—she couldn't straighten the deep V-neckline, and she couldn't tie the waistband tightly.

The slit in my skirt always slips to the wrong spot.

She dared not make a sound, for fear of disturbing Yue Qingge, and even had to turn around from time to time to make sure that he was still focused on preparing the ingredients.

Little did she know, although Yue Qingge had her back to her, she never looked away from her out of the corner of her eye.

The scene unfolded slowly in his eyes.

The girl stood in the soft light, her skin so white it was almost translucent.

She hurriedly put on the burgundy velvet dress, large patches of her snow-white skin peeking out from the chaos.

The nascent drum, accompanied by rapid breathing, swayed gently, its curve particularly alluring against the backdrop of wine red.

He had an urge to keep taking pictures—the feel of it must be wonderful.

Finally, Qian Renxue finished dressing. She stood there for a moment, letting her heartbeat calm down.

Then, stepping into those red-soled black stilettos, she walked step by step toward Yue Qingge.

"I...I possess the attribute of Holy Fire," she said, trying to remain calm, but a slight tremor escaped her lips.

Let me help you start the fire.

Yue Qingge turned around upon hearing the sound.

That one glance made him almost forget to breathe.

Luan Jin's long hair was casually tied behind her head, with a few strands falling down her porcelain-white neck, gently brushing against the sapphire necklace around her neck as she walked.

She stood in front of the marble-topped kitchen counter, wearing a burgundy velvet apron.

The deep V-neck of the halter neckline rose and fell gently with her breath, and the rise and fall of the snow-white skin made Yue Qingge's Adam's apple move slightly.

The black sash cinched her waist so tightly it looked as if it could be encircled with a gentle grip.

The slit in her skirt lifted slightly as she walked, revealing a section of her long, fair thigh.

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You can even see the girl's most mysterious inverted triangle shape.

A thin gold chain hung around her ankle, jingling softly with each step.

She came to the stove, bent down slightly, and stretched out her slender fingers to stir the fire.

Sacred fire leaped from her fingertips, igniting the firewood in the stove.

She raised her hand to brush away the stray hairs that had fallen against her cheek, her wine-red lips slightly pursed.

A little bit of flour had somehow gotten on the tip of her nose, but it didn't make her look disheveled at all. Instead, it added a touch of languid charm to her.

She gently bent down to check the heat.

The movement made the snow rabbit in front of her stand out even more clearly, supporting the velvet fabric and outlining its full curves.

After a moment's thought, Yue Qingge walked over without hesitation.

The palm fell.

"Snap!"

The wine-red velvet skirt fluttered gently with that movement, like a breeze blowing through a sea of ​​roses, creating waves of flesh.

"ah......

Qian Renxue let out a soft gasp, her whole body trembling slightly.

She turned to look at him, her golden eyes filled with a simmering, yet-to-spread, anger.

Yue Qingge immediately changed the subject.

"Mother Qianrenxue," he called out those two words, his tone sincere.

"The task requires us to work together to cook. I've never used a knife before, could you help me prepare these deep-sea red krill?"

Qian Renxue glared at him.

The fire in those golden eyes hadn't dissipated, but something else had appeared in them as well.

Complex, subtle, and with a hint of indulgence that she herself was unaware of.

She didn't know whether her attention had been successfully diverted or if she was pretending to be.

"Then I'll teach you step by step?"

Her voice trembled almost imperceptibly, but her body moved in a very honest manner.

She walked behind him, stretched out her arms, and hugged him from behind.

In that instant, the soft and plump snow rabbit landed on his back without reservation.

Through the thin layer of velvet, he could clearly feel its amazing temperature and elasticity.

Her breath sprayed onto his neck, carrying a faint fragrance, like lilies after the rain, or orchids under the moon.

Her fair fingers covered his hand.

She took his hand and guided him to hold the cleaver, carefully processing the red krill.

Yue Qingge could feel a slight tremor in her body.

She wasn't as calm as she appeared. Her body, leaning against his back, trembled slightly.

A large blush spread across her fair cheeks, extending all the way down to her neck.

The sensation spread to his collarbone, to the undulating fruit above him. Her breathing became erratic, and the breath she exhaled on his neck grew increasingly hot.

But she didn't let go.

She hugged him from behind and taught him how to prepare the ingredients step by step.

The flames danced in the stove, casting the shadows of the two people onto the wall, intertwining into one.

She lowered her head, resting her chin on his shoulder, her breath mingling with a barely audible murmur.

"Moonlight Song..."

She called his name, her voice as soft as a dream.

He didn't turn around, but simply gave a soft "hmm".

She didn't say anything more, but simply pressed her cheek against his shoulder blade and closed her eyes.

The two worked together to finish dinner little by little.

The aroma of spirit fish filled the room, red krill were arranged in an exquisite shape on the plate, and spirit fruit was cut into even thin slices and arranged in the shape of flowers.

When the last dish was placed on the table.

Qian Renxue still did not let go.

She hugged him from behind, her cheek pressed against his shoulder, her breathing gradually becoming steady.

Her body stopped trembling, and her tense nerves relaxed.

It was as if, in this unfamiliar space, I found a long-lost sense of security on his back.

Yue Qingge did not move.

He simply held her hand gently, his thumb slowly stroking the back of her hand.

"Dinner... is ready." His voice was very soft, as if he didn't want to disturb something.

"...Hmm." Her voice was even softer, as if it were a silent murmur.

Are you hungry?

...a little bit.

"Shall we go eat?"

She was silent for a moment, then gently shook her head. Strands of her hair brushed against his neck, causing a slight tickle.

Her childhood was filled with endless cultivation. Even when she got a little older, she would actively go out to gain experience, rarely having any free time.

"Wait a little longer."

Yue Qingge smiled.

He took her hand and pulled her from behind to in front of him.

Qian Renxue was slightly taken aback. Before she could react, he pressed her shoulders and made her sit on a high stool in front of the kitchen counter.

"Wait,"

I'll serve it.

He turned to ladle out the soup, his movements practiced and natural.

Qian Renxue sat there, watching his back, and suddenly felt that this scene was very unfamiliar.

I've never seen a dinner like this before.

Her gaze fell on him. The boy was slender yet tall.

When he lowered his eyes, the lines of his profile were exceptionally soft, and his eyelashes cast a light shadow under his eyelids.

Is this person... really the same age as me?

Why does he act so...like an adult when he does these things?

Yue Qingge turned around, holding the soup bowl, and met her gaze.

What are you looking at?

Qian Renxue turned her head away. "It's nothing."

But the blush that had just faded crept back up to her ears.

He smiled and placed the soup bowl in front of her, then brought over a serving of spirit fish and red krill.

Author's words

Bright moon whispers on a separate branch

I recommend "Succubus Loli: The Soft Rice Conquest After Leaving the Team" by Yuan Ji. It's a promising Western fantasy novel, featuring both mature and young female mothers. The story is fast-paced and full of explicit content! Watch as the cunning young boy, after being kicked out of the team, uses the succubus soft rice system to conquer the mothers of his former teammates and avenge his departure.

Chapter Ten: Helping Children Relieve Fatigue

Qian Renxue picked up her chopsticks, took a red krill, and put it in her mouth.

The shrimp meat was tender and had a subtle sweetness. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she subconsciously picked up another shrimp and held it to Yue Qingge's lips.

He lowered his head and took the shrimp from her hand.

His lips brushed against her fingertips unintentionally, creating a ripple.

Subtle.

Qian Renxue's fingers twitched slightly, but she didn't retract them.

She lowered her eyes, picked up the last piece of spiritual fruit, and ate it in small bites.