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

Ever since Yu Jiusi learned to speak, Sang Wang has held her tightly, coaxing her to call his name over and over again, as if he never gets tired of it.

"Sweetie," Sang Wang whispered to the little girl, his eyes shining brightly, "Call me again."

"Sang Baobao".

"I want more."

"Baby."

"Can you say it one more time?"

"..."

Yu Jiusi, who had called out "Sang Baobao" no less than a hundred times in one day, pursed her lips and turned around, staring intently at someone whose face was full of expectation.

Her voice, which had finally recovered, is almost hoarse again.

"I like it when you call me 'good girl,' so you must call me 'good girl' more often in the future." The clingy wolf hugged the sweet and soft little girl and snuggled against her, like a lazy big bad wolf, feeling extremely happy.

Before going to bed that night, someone asked for a goodnight kiss with an expectant look on their face, and then said matter-of-factly, "And goodnight too."

Yu Jiusi, who was about to go to sleep, had to look up and say softly, "Goodnight, baby."

Finally, Sang Baobao, completely satisfied, hugged his little darling and drifted off into a sweet dream.

The next day, Yu Jiusi woke up in Sang Wang's arms as usual. She washed up in a daze and then washed Sang Baobao's face before being led downstairs by him.

After Sang Wang returned, Yu Jiusi resumed her retirement life.

She didn't have to think about anything; the other party had arranged everything in advance, as if they could read her mind. Whenever she wanted something, the other party would prepare it before she even had a chance to say it.

Yu Jiusi sat on the sofa watching a show, holding the fruit salad that Sang Wang had just made, while Da Huang sat next to her, munching on a piece of watermelon.

[It's so good that the little master can talk now, Da Huang also wants to speak.] Da Huang chatted with Yu Jiusi while eating watermelon.

Yu Jiusi suddenly pointed at the small koi in the fish tank and asked abruptly, "Do you want to become like that?"

Big Yellow turned its head and glanced at the little koi fish that was foolishly blowing bubbles in the water, then raised its paw.

[Thanks for the invitation. I suddenly think this is pretty good too.] Big Yellow hugged itself; it didn't want to be sliced ​​up.

Yu Jiusi's gaze fell on the little koi fish. She tilted her head in confusion, picked up the fruit bowl, and walked over to examine it carefully with her big eyes.

"Strange, aren't they saying that mermaid tears turn into pearls? Why aren't there any pearls at all?"

Didn't the little koi fish cry?

Yu Jiusi looked at the fish tank, which contained only water and fish, with a puzzled expression.

Could it be that the mermaids in this world are different?

Under Yu Jiusi's questioning gaze, the trembling little koi huddled in a corner, trying hard to hold back the tears in its eyes.

Because all the pearls were taken by someone else~

Hold it in, don't cry, or the fish will turn into boiled fish!

The little koi, threatened not to let Yu Jiusi see the pearl, looked aggrieved and tried hard to hold back its tears.

"Good girl," Sang Wang called to the little girl from behind.

Upon hearing Sang Wang's voice, Yu Jiusi immediately shifted her attention and turned to walk towards Sang Wang.

Sang Wang held the little girl's hand and spoke to her softly as they slowly walked away.

Just as the little koi was breathing a sigh of relief, she suddenly felt a warning and murderous gaze, which instantly made her hold back her tears.

Sang Wang glanced at the fish tank discreetly, then turned back to speak to the little girl with a beaming smile.

The little koi fish, curled up in a ball, became withdrawn.

Waaaaah... Mommy, adult companions are so scary!

Yu Luobo's retirement life was disrupted at night. A chilling sound came from behind, and she instinctively pulled out a frying pan and fired the bullets back.

The bullet, which had traveled the same path, instantly blew into the assassin's head, startling his companions who shuddered and looked terrified.

Yu Jiusi stood on the balcony, holding a frying pan, staring coldly into the distance, his brows furrowed deeply.

It's only been a few days since things calmed down, and it's back again? It seems the lesson learned the other day wasn't enough.

She glanced back at the room, thinking that Sang Baobao wouldn't be back for a while, so she decided to hurry up and finish.

The assassins hiding on the distant rooftop were still searching for Yu Jiusi when they suddenly noticed someone behind them. They turned around sharply and pointed their guns at her.

"The news was right. He has a bodyguard with strange movements by his side. Everyone be careful." The leader stared at the seemingly harmless girl in front of him with a sinister and ruthless gaze.

Yu Jiusi stood in the night, holding a frying pan, looking at the people opposite him with a slight frown.

With so many mutants in such a large base, why send only ordinary people to kill her? Are they looking down on her?

The leader's expression darkened slightly. He raised his hand as a signal, and taking advantage of Yu Jiusi's momentary lapse in attention, he gave the order, "Fire."

To kill Sang Wang, they must first defeat his strange bodyguard, so they must kill her first.

Amidst a hail of bullets, Yu Jiusi calmly swung his frying pan to deflect the bullets, slowly approaching like a death god taking his life at a leisurely pace.

Seeing the heavy casualties on his side, the leader swallowed hard when he saw the frying pan in Yu Jiusi's hand.

Damn it, this isn't a frying pan, it's a bulletproof pan!

In less than three minutes, all the assassins were lying on the ground, groaning in pain.

Yu Jiusi approached the leader with a cold expression, looked down at him with an indifferent expression like a god, and spoke in a cold tone.

"You shouldn't keep provoking me. I'll be very angry if you hurt him."

Yu Jiusi wasn't angry that the other party was trying to assassinate her, but rather that the other party kept coming to Beiyuan to assassinate her, which could very likely harm Sang Wang, so she was so angry.

The leader sat on the ground, looking up at the girl who exuded an imposing aura, his eyes brimming with terror.

Just as Yu Jiusi slowly raised the frying pan to bring it down, the leader suddenly shouted sternly, "How long are you going to keep watching?"

The next second, a sharp whooshing sound came from behind Yu Jiusi. He quickly dodged and a blur flashed before his eyes.

A figure descended from the sky, swinging its fist and smashing it fiercely towards her.

Yu Jiusi raised her hand to use the frying pan to defend herself, but the opponent's fist landed on the frying pan with such force that her arm trembled.

He swung his sword away, his gaze sharp and cold as he looked at the two people opposite him, and suddenly understood.

It is a speed variant and a strength variant.

The two exchanged a glance and launched a simultaneous attack on Yu Jiusi.

Yu Jiusi sneered, not even calling out to Ah Da or Ah Xiao, and went straight for them with the frying pan, immediately followed by a series of clanging sounds.

Sang Wang, who was far away in the study in Beiyuan, glanced out the window and felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Young Master." The guard stood respectfully to the side.

Sang Wang withdrew his gaze, giving him a leisurely glance. "During my absence, did you encounter anything unusual?"

The guard knew the question was about Yu Jiusi. Realizing something, he lowered his head in shame. "Young Master, Miss Yu often goes out for walks, but I'm incompetent and always lose track of her, so..."

If there's anything unusual, it's probably this.

How could an ordinary person lose track of him?

Sang Wang gave him a cold, indifferent glance, his face showing displeasure. He then began to defend his wife, saying, "If you're not capable enough, don't use others as an excuse."

"Go back and accept your punishment," Sang Wang said coldly.

"Yes." The guard, unable to express his grievances, could only admit it and began to doubt whether it was really his fault.