The yandere, arrogant man is online, a green tea bitch, whispering "my darling".

[Corgi with long legs: What's so special about explosions? I get bombed every day like it's fireworks.]

[The coolest husky: Bro, are you living in a refugee camp? They bomb you every day, are your arms and legs still intact? Σ⊙▽⊙"a]

[Corgi with long legs: You're the refugee, get out!]

A message appeared in small print below the group chat: "The grumpy Corgi stretched out its short legs and kicked the Husky out of the chat group."

The group chat fell silent again.

Yu Jiusi left the chat group and took out the tortoise shell left by the old Taoist priest to cast a divination.

The divination only indicates that the base is located in the south, but the exact location cannot be determined; it seems to be blocked by something.

Yu Jiusi frowned, sensing that the forces behind the base were not simple.

That night, Yu Jiusi suddenly felt a pain on his back while he was sleeping, which startled him awake, leaving him in a daze.

Sang Baobao!

Yu Jiusi hurriedly sensed the protective spell he had set on Sang Wang and found that the spell had not been damaged, which proved that Sang Wang had not been attacked.

But why does my heart suddenly feel so panicked?

Yu Jiusi sat on the bed, feeling uneasy, and didn't sleep. She sat there all night staring at the darkness outside the window.

Yu Jiusi waited anxiously for two days, squatting in the radish field every day counting the radishes and waiting for Sang Baobao.

The huddled-up figures looked strangely forlorn.

After two days of waiting, they finally came back.

When Sang Wang returned, the little girl, who was looking resentful, was still squatting in the radish field, picking at the grass on the ground. She only turned around in surprise when Sang Wang called her softly.

"Goodness~" Sang Wang, who was standing at the door wearing a black trench coat, kept his eyes fixed on the lump on the ground, and the intense emotions in his eyes were about to overwhelm him.

I haven't seen his sweetheart for a week, and the longing I've been suppressing in my heart explodes at this moment.

Sang Wang's excessively alluring and beautiful face smiled like a flower, and her hoarse voice was filled with thick, unyielding longing and tenderness.

Squatting on the ground, clutching the grass and uttering a resentful sigh, Yu Luobo suddenly turned around upon hearing the sound of Sang Baobao's voice.

When she saw how beautiful Sang Baobao was, she was stunned for a moment. She got up and rushed over like a cannonball, jumping into his arms and hugging him tightly.

Sang Wang opened his arms in advance, revealing his embrace, and took the opportunity to hug the little girl who jumped into his arms, letting her wrap her legs around his waist.

He held the little girl, who was clinging to him like a koala, steadily supporting her bottom.

"I'm back." Sang Wang smiled and looked up at the little girl who was still a bit dazed, and said softly and gently, "I'm back."

Like a husband reporting to his wife upon returning home.

After Yu Jiusi threw herself into Sang Wang's arms, she remained in a daze for a long time, clearly a natural reaction of her body faster than her mind.

He reached out and pulled out a handful of hair, holding it in his hand as he carefully examined Sang Wang's head from head to toe.

Let her check if her baby is hurt.

Sang Wang was grabbed by the hair and ruffled, and with difficulty, he spoke in the little girl's hand, "Good girl."

What's wrong?

Yu Jiusi stopped and looked down at Sang Wang, asking with his eyes.

"Hair," Sang Wang said with a forced smile and gentle tone.

Yu Jiusi glanced at the handful of hair she was holding, then looked at the pitiful Sang Baobao who had been tormented by her, and guiltily let go.

She patted his head reassuringly and kissed the top of his head.

"I want a kiss here too." The baby raised her fair cheeks and asked for a kiss with a righteous indignation.

Looking at the beautiful Sang Baobao, Yu Jiusi obediently lowered her head and kissed him on the cheek, then hugged his head and lazily nuzzled against him.

The dejected chubby little chrysanthemum hugged its returning owner, trying to project an image of dependence.

Sang Wang, in a cheerful mood, carried the clingy little girl into the house, and brazenly carried her straight upstairs to the bedroom.

Meanwhile, Aunt Yun downstairs and the little mongrel that followed them in exchanged a glance.

The little mongrel, completely oblivious to the danger, tried to follow with its short legs, but Aunt Yun grabbed it by the scruff of its neck and carried it to the kitchen.

Big Yellow, swinging in the air, looked at the kitchen getting closer and closer, and at the cutting board and knife on the counter.

I felt that this scene was a little bit familiar.

Sang Wang sat on the bed with the person in his arms, holding them even tighter, their bodies pressed together intimately.

He buried his face in the little girl's neck, breathing softly, his dark eyes hidden behind his lips. His thin, slightly cool, crimson lips brushed against hers almost imperceptibly as he spoke in a hoarse voice, "My sweetie, have you been eating properly?"

The chubby Xiaoju, whose head was resting on the other person's shoulder, nodded slightly.

Sang Wang raised his head slightly, his soft lips touching the little girl's small and cute earlobe. He opened his mouth and gently bit and rubbed it, his hot breath falling down, carrying a slight tickle.

His narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes were half-closed, their dark depths suppressing a burning emotion that was slowly eroding his reason.

"Have you missed me, my darling?" Her husky, sexy voice was alluring.

Nestled in his familiar embrace, Luo Bo began to feel sleepy, softly resting her head on his shoulder and nodding drowsily.

"I've missed you so much, it's been seven days since we last met." He whispered in the girl's ear, his voice a mix of sigh and murmur.

Sang Wang leaned intimately against Yu Jiusi, like a drowning mandarin duck with its neck intertwined, displaying extreme intimacy and dependence, her overly beautiful face revealing a deep and unfathomable expression.

Who knows how he spent these past few days?

seven days?

Yu Jiusi, who was feeling drowsy, suddenly woke up and remembered that the other person had been gone for seven days and had promised to come back soon.

Thinking of this, Fatty Xiaoju looked slightly annoyed, opened her mouth and gritted her teeth at the cheek that was so close to hers.

Caught off guard by the bite, Sang Baobao looked at the little girl who had bitten her with surprise and grievance, and whispered accusation, "You bit me?"

What did the baby do wrong? The baby was just expressing longing, why did you bite the baby?

Yu Jiusi pushed the frail Sang Baobao down onto the bed, pinned her down, and glared down at him.

After walking for so long, who else would I bite if not you?

Sang Wang lay down and sank into the soft blankets, his fair face bearing a ring of teeth marks as he looked up at the suddenly domineering young girl on top of him.

Her black, tousled hair fell in disarray, her collar slightly open, revealing a small section of her delicate, fair collarbone. Coupled with the other person's surprised and astonished expression, her crimson lips were as alluring as blood.

Yu Jiusi opened her almond-shaped eyes slightly, staring at Sang Baobao beneath her, who looked like a seductive little devil. She blinked and looked back in confusion.

They expressed their incomprehension.

So what if she was pushed down? Why does she seem like a completely different person?

"Wow, you're so enthusiastic~" The little vixen smiled, her smile captivating, and reached out to put her arm around the girl's waist and pull her down.

The two suddenly closed in, and the other person's extreme beauty gave Yu Jiusi a great visual shock, causing her eyes to glaze over for a moment.

Yu Jiusi, who was gradually losing herself in Sang Baobao's beauty, suddenly woke up and slapped her across the beautiful and alluring face without any hesitation.

You're being enthusiastic to that big-headed devil.

Forcibly shifting my gaze from someone's face to him, my soft, white hands gripped his shirt as if to tear it—simple and brutal.

At this moment, the radish looked exactly like a bully radish who was bullying the poor little thing.