All the goddesses in the world are lusting after my body.

She pinched the ribs hidden under her skirt, trying to gain a sense of security and invincibility.

Normal girls would hold the hem of their skirts, not hold a knife like she did...

"I...I accept your offer."

"Huh?" To be honest, Zhou Zhitu had almost forgotten what she had just said.

"It's... you know, about the good stuff Lord Jiang Tang is getting..."

If they weren't on a neon-lit street, Miyamoto Maizō would have already been swinging his sword wildly to vent his chaotic emotions.

But in the end, he still managed to express his meaning clearly, using a volume that was unusually loud for him.

She spoke a little too loudly, which made her seem less dignified and ladylike.

"May I buy a photo of Lord Jiang Tang?"

"Eh~"

Zhou Zhitu revealed a playful expression and an "Oh, Moses Roy" (interesting) look.

But rather than simply answering the girl's question of whether she would sell or not, her slightly narrowed eyes, gleaming with a starlight-like light, seemed to be pondering something more.

Like an alluring fox slowly swaying her long tail, she finally stopped and the words slipped out.

"Since you and I are like-minded, it's alright to give you some."

"We are not on the same path..."

"But the existence we all seek is the same, isn't it?"

"..."

"How about this, I'll add your contact information first. Do you have WeChat or QQ?"

"Is a phone number okay...?"

Miyamoto Maizo asked timidly.

She wasn't stupid; she had realized from the beginning that she was out of touch with modern human society.

After all, cultivating the sword to the level of one's ancestors requires a long period of seclusion.

The flip phones I used as a child were the most advanced models back then, but now... they've become the exclusive domain of elderly people!

"Pfft, okay, I'll add your phone number."

"If you get a new way to contact me later, you can ask me by phone. After all, I can't send you a photo of Lord Jiang Tang just by phone."

"Mmm!" Miyamoto Maizo nodded obediently twice.

When Zhou Zhitu mentioned Lord Jiang Tang, her clear and bright eyes, like crystal or jade, widened, as if she were a very obedient cat or a little squirrel.

Zhou Zhitu stared into her eyes and slowly approached her.

Two slender figures brushed past each other.

A momentary sense of crisis struck Miyamoto Maizo, but she didn't move.

Whether it was confidence or something else, Zhou Zhitu did indeed do nothing out of line, just as she had predicted.

He simply took out his phone and wrote down the phone number that Miyamoto Maizō had shown him.

And the call was made on the spot.

Under Miyamoto Maizō's expectant gaze.

The call is connected.

"Hey hey hey, Moshi Moshi~"

Zhou Zhitu spoke in a relaxed tone, showing no trace of the tense atmosphere she had just displayed with Miyamoto Maizo.

"Hello!" Miyamoto Maizo acted like a country girl, holding the phone in both hands and placing it to her fair, soft, and blushing ears.

This is actually quite normal; chatting with people her own age was a first for Miyamoto Maizo.

It was a bit of a pity that her first phone call with someone her own age wasn't with the man she had been longing for, Lord Jiang Tang.

However, reaching a deal with Zhou Zhitu is also one of the ways to take a step closer to becoming Lord Jiang Tang.

Miyamoto Maizo comforted himself in this way, a rare look of happiness spreading across his face.

Although they were face-to-face, Zhou Zhitu was still talking to Miyamoto Maizo on the phone.

"Call me again when you have a new phone and contact information, and I'll send you a selection of photos of Lord Jiang Tang."

"A portion of it..."

"Don't be too greedy, okay? Besides, didn't you forbid me from taking any more pictures?"

Miyamoto Maizo bit her lip, but remained steadfast in her stance.

"No filming! No filming Lord Jiang Tang!"

She stomped her foot angrily.

"Hmph, how greedy you are, little sister~"

When he was with Zhou Zhitu, Miyamoto Maizo used more expressions in one night than she did in a month.

Zhou Zhitu bid farewell with a smile, leaving Miyamoto Maizo behind.

She glanced at the window of Lord Jiang Tang's house, which had been quietly closed at some point, proving that he had already gone to rest.

Miyamoto Maizo, who had been looking on with envy, quickly disappeared into the darkness.

As Zhou Zhitu left, she stared at her phone number, smiling and talking to herself.

"It seems like more and more people are getting close to Jiang Tang."

"Where did you come from, and what is your purpose...?"

042 is used up

Jiang Tang had a dream.

To be shameless, it was a wet dream.

The story takes place in An Qianxi's home, when she utters those words.

Jiang Tang changed his original choice in reality, went against the grain, and fell into the abyss.

So when he woke up in the morning, he opened his eyes and saw his maid, Ye Shixue, staring at him with a shy expression.

She was straddling Jiang Tang's waist, her hands unable to restrain themselves as they spread their fingers and gently stroked Jiang Tang's chest.

A sturdy chest, a sturdy owner...

"Yesterday... my master rubbed against me all night."

"What did you dream about?"

Ye Shixue's unique pink pupils shone with an ambiguous, silky luster in the morning light, making them exceptionally charming and alluring.

"You don't even need to dream, Shiyuki... she's a very convenient maid."

She licked her lips, then coughed softly.

"Ahem, I'm going to make breakfast now."

As she spoke, she did not show any lingering affection or demands. Instead, she got up from Jiang Tang and went to the kitchen, which he could see with just a slight glance. She took off her light and soft pajamas and put on the apron that was the epitome of gentleness and virtue.

Will the maid in the morning be strawberry flavored?

Jiang Tang can try and taste at any time.

But remembering his dream from last night, he sighed and did nothing.

Jiang Tang went to the bathroom to wash up. When he came out, a fragrant breakfast was ready: a bowl of congee with cheap shrimp and corn, and a glass of fresh milk.

And, the maid's adorable face, with her soft pink lips pouting and a look of disappointment on her face.

She was pondering where her half-naked apron in the morning had gone wrong.

Next time, let's try everything... okay.

After calming herself down a bit, Ye Shixue became sweet and gentle again.

"Master, let's have breakfast."

"Hmm, are you still working on your manuscript later?"

"Of course, I used to have a job at a maid cafe, but then my employer stopped me from doing it, and I suddenly couldn't find anything to do, so I just stayed at home..."

"I sound like a controlling and bad master." Jiang Tang took the plate from the maid.

The latter stuck out his tongue.

"I didn't say that!"

Moreover, the stronger the Jiang Tang master's desire for control, the happier and more joyful it is for Ye Shixue.

Some people hate the feeling of being restricted, while others... actually like it.

On the contrary, the feeling of being helpless and alone after being released is a feeling they absolutely do not want to experience.

Shixue doesn't wear an eye mask at home because her illness can be appreciated, tolerated, and even liked and favored.

Although this caused her to experience some degree of visual impairment in daylight, at night, this unusual eye was miraculously endowed with the ability to see everything clearly.

The two shared breakfast at a very cramped table.

The shrimp were frozen shrimp bought on sale at the supermarket. The essence of the meal was the freshly cooked white porridge. Finally, a few ears of corn were added as a garnish, and a warm breakfast was ready. Scooping it slowly with a spoon, although it was plain, it had a unique flavor.

After finishing his meal, Jiang Tang cleaned up his dishes, rinsed them in the kitchen, and put them back in the cupboard.

Although they are master and maid, they actually get along more like partners.

There isn't much division of responsibilities; instead, they show concern for each other whenever they think of one another. If they see anything in the home that needs tidying up or being added, they will silently take care of it without saying a word, so as not to worry their partner.

A warm family needs to be nurtured, and naturally, a peaceful and cozy atmosphere will emerge.

While Ye Shixue was making breakfast, Jiang Tang had no interest in "attacking" the maid.

But when Jiang Tang was washing dishes in the kitchen, the maid became restless.