Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

"Big brother is eating fried dough sticks."

Just as Lu Ze took the bowl of hot soy milk from Bella, a golden, shiny fried dough stick was shoved into his mouth.

Xilin was standing on tiptoe, holding a fried dough stick in one hand and holding onto the edge of the table with the other. Her golden eyes sparkled as she looked at him, her face full of anticipation.

Lu Ze subconsciously opened his mouth and took a bite. The fried dough stick was crispy and fluffy, making a soft crunching sound between his teeth.

He swallowed the food in his mouth, took the fried dough stick, and used his other hand to stroke Xilin's smooth, dark purple hair. His palm slid from the top of her head to the back of her head, the movement as practiced as if he had done it countless times.

"Little Xilin is so sensible." The tone was like coaxing a child, gentle with a touch of doting.

"Don't touch my head, or I won't grow tall."

Celine said that, but her actions spoke louder than words.

She gently rubbed her head against Lu Ze's palm, showing no intention of shaking off his hand.

This seemingly contradictory behavior caused Bella's pale blue eyes to narrow dangerously.

Bella stared intently at Lu Ze's hand, which was still wreaking havoc above Celine's head, her gaze so sharp it seemed she wanted to chop his wrist off, bone and all.

Lu Ze felt the burning gaze, wisely withdrew his hand, picked up the soy milk and tactically took a sip, while pretending to look at the surrounding scenery.

Black Tower stood to the side, resting her chin on her hand, watching him with a half-smile, her purple eyes practically overflowing with laughter.

"Where is the Great Sage?"

Lu Ze quickly changed the subject.

Last night, Zhao Deshan from the Countermeasures Bureau personally went to pick up Sun Wukong, and he hasn't been seen returning since.

"That monkey ran out early this morning," Bella replied expressionlessly.

Lu Ze nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

With Sun Wukong's skills, he can go anywhere in the world. Even if he causes trouble, the Countermeasures Bureau will cover for him.

This was also his main purpose in recommending the Great Sage to the Countermeasures Bureau—to save trouble.

"I'll have someone get you an ID later," Lu Ze said, casually reaching out to pat Black Tower's head.

My palm touched the velvety texture of the dark beret and the soft, light brown short hair under the brim.

Black Tower paused for a moment, then suddenly raised its purple eyes and glared at him.

She turned her head to the side, trying to shake off Lu Ze's hand, but the hand seemed to have eyes and steadily followed the movement of her head, showing no intention of moving away.

She now realizes that as her body shrinks to the size of a teenage girl, Lu Ze's treatment of her has also deteriorated.

There was none of the cautious feeling I had when I first faced a tall, mature woman, where I would secretly glance at her and rub against her thigh.

Wow, the difference in treatment is just too great.

It seems the honey trap won't work; we need to change our approach.

Black Tower's bright eyes darted around in their sockets, then she suddenly leaned forward, picked up a piece of savory pancake, and brought it to Lu Ze's lips, saying in a sweet, coquettish voice:

"Big Brother Lu Ze, have a pancake."

Since she can't have a romantic relationship with him, she can only compete with Sirin for the position of younger sister.

Anyway, she has a teenage body now, so acting cute and youthful doesn't feel out of place at all.

Lu Ze didn't stand on ceremony with her and took a bite out of half a pancake.

The rich, savory minced meat, mixed with the crispy pastry, melts in your mouth.

He was just curious about one thing: wasn't Black Tower from another world? How could he use chopsticks so skillfully?

Before he could figure out the answer, Xilin next to him objected.

Seeing Heita feeding Lu Ze, jealousy surged in her golden eyes, and she immediately picked up another fried dough stick and shoved it at him.

Not to be outdone, Black Tower followed up with another savory pancake.

The fried dough sticks and savory pancakes touched Lu Ze's lips almost simultaneously, with two chopsticks placed on either side of his mouth, neither willing to withdraw first.

Looking at the two little ones bickering so enthusiastically, Lu Ze shook his head helplessly and took a bite from each of them, sharing the spoils equally.

If you bring a child home yourself, you have to spoil them to the end, even if it means kneeling down.