Star Iron, but the amount of animation

There was no way. Not only was she unsatisfied, he himself hadn't tasted anything fresh for a hundred years. Although he could still tease Mei occasionally on the starship, if he continued teasing her, he might not be able to control his anger, so he simply stopped forcibly.

He might feel a little sorry for Mei, but there was nothing he could do. Just floating around would be too boring, so he had to find some fun.

Looking down at the girl who had completely fainted, An Jing reached out his right hand to scratch her back.

He had to deal with it reluctantly this time.

All the life energy splashing everywhere in the house is thrown out to plant the crops. Oh, and the smell has to be changed at the same time, otherwise it will be too weird. If someone passes by and doesn't know, they might think that some lunatic has planted a bunch of heather in his yard.

He picked up the girl by the waist, and immediately a lot of liquid spilled out. An Jing estimated that if he went to the bathroom like this, it would all fall on the floor on the way, so he simply got a vine with a suction function to drill in and suck it first and then scrape it off, making it clean.

It seemed that the stimulation to the girl was a bit too much. Even though she had lost consciousness, her body kept shaking.

Alas, there was nothing he could do, so he had to just bear with it.

I carried Jingyuan into the bathroom and ran the water to flush.

After a simple cleanup, she threw Jingyuan back onto her own bed, and then threw the soiled sheets, mattress and quilt from his room onto the floor of her room, waiting for her to wash them herself when she woke up the next day.

Only then did An Jing remember something.

Damn, it seems like he didn’t come back alone.

After the boy had enjoyed himself, he remembered that there was another unlucky guy who had been left outside by him all night.

Only then did An Jing walk out of the room and return to the yard.

The purple-haired woman sat cross-legged on the ground holding a sword. Looking from the back, she seemed to be meditating.

The young man quietly walked up to her and just then he saw her red face.

How could Mei not notice his arrival? She opened her eyes and gave the boy a cold look for the first time. Looking from the side, with the slight blush on her fair face, she suddenly looked quite charming.

"Dirty..."

She turned her head away, unwilling to look at the boy.

"Hey?"

An Jing smiled, squatted beside her, and leaned over to look into her eyes.

"What does dirty mean?"

"You're so embarrassed to ask me that?"

The woman finally couldn't help but turned back and glared at him with a frown.

"Why am I embarrassed?"

"Do you really think I can't hear what you say? What's the point of curing an illness... You really, really have no shame..."

Mei, a young girl, had never seen such a thing before. If it were at the beginning, when she had just been exposed to nothingness, perhaps she would have been able to show no reaction when seeing such a thing.

But she had been with the boy for nearly a hundred years, and had absorbed a lot of lively humanity from his words and deeds. And...the incident of borrowing a knife happened again, which was equivalent to having her body touched all over... She was now completely unable to remain indifferent...

Sitting outside the house, listening to the never-ending moans and some blushing and heart-pounding love words from inside the house, she felt that the feeling she had when she took the long sword touched by the young man once again rose up, making her restless and itchy.

"Hey you, are you still eavesdropping?"

"With the volume you guys are talking at, I don't even need to eavesdrop..."

This was what really bothered her.

Mei didn't even have the right to choose, she could only endure this sound silently.

"It really is a cure, there's no need to lie to you."

An Jing Bear spread his hands.

"Do I really look like I don't understand anything?"

"So do you think you understand it?"

"I......"

Mei suddenly paused, and her voice became a little unsure.

"...At least I understand that it is definitely not doing anything serious, let alone treating illnesses."

"If you're not treating patients, what do you think you're doing?"

"You! Do you really have to beat around the bush with me?"

The woman turned her head further away, her brows furrowed tightly, and the blush on her face became brighter.

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore."

An Jing smiled and said, "You have to know that we haven't seen each other for a hundred years. It's like ****. It's hard not to ignite sparks when we suddenly meet. Don't you think so?"

Mei was silent for a moment.

"You can't just leave me here and ignore me..."

Her words actually sounded a little aggrieved.

"mine."

An Jing immediately raised his hands in surrender.

Admit guilt, meow. Admit guilt and accept punishment, meow.

The woman suddenly sighed.

"...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to blame you."

She raised her right hand and gently pressed it against her cheek, feeling the heat on it.

"Perhaps... my practice is not enough..."

"You want me to help you practice again?"

The boy's face suddenly appeared very close to her sight. Mei was startled and stood up abruptly and took several steps back.

"No, no need!"

The blush on her face, which had already faded slightly, gathered again.

He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, so he just remained silent.

The boy looked at her.

Ah.

She usually looks like an intellectual and cold big sister, but when she gets shy, it seems like she is no different from an ordinary girl.

How could this happen?

"Okay, if you don't want it, then don't worry. Let's go in and pick a room for you, or do you want to find a room outside by yourself?"

"...It's fine here."

There are still many empty rooms in this house, which are usually used to store things. After An Jing has made a bed for himself, there are plenty of new pillows, quilts, sheets, mattresses and so on in the house.

These were all prepared by Jing Yuan, but he had no idea why.

Well, I don’t know.

"You remember it well."

An Jing pointed at the number on the door frame of Mei's room.

"This is ④, your room, remember?"

"Ah."

"Come on, read it with me: ④, my room is number ④, it's hanging on the door frame~"

"…Am I some kind of child?"

"What can I do? There are only two rooms for people to live in on the starship, and you can go wrong hundreds of times. There are four rooms for people to live in this house, can I be more careful?"

"..."

Mei was speechless for a moment.

"Come on, hurry up and repeat it after me."

An Jing knocked on the door frame with his fingers, making a sound that could not be ignored.

Volume 1: Chapter 159: Very fresh and very delicious.

"Do you really have to...read it..."

"Why is it so ink-stained?"

The woman took a deep breath.

"......Four, my room.......Room 4.......It's...hanging on the door frame......"

She stammered and repeated it, and then became distraught as if she had lost something very important.

"Well, that's right."

An Jing nodded with satisfaction.

"And now..."

He looked Mei up and down.

White kimono and wooden sandals.

"You need to change your clothes."

"Is this the rule of your Xianzhou?"

"That's not the case. The main thing is that I'm tired of seeing you always wearing the same outfit. And don't you find this style inconvenient whether you're fighting or doing activities?"

An Jing was a little confused.

It would be fine if she was a mage, but for a close combat swordsman, she is wearing such loose clothes. Isn't she afraid of tripping during the fight?

"I'm just used to it..."

"Then change it. Okay, it's settled. I'll take you to find someone from the company to customize one. It will absolutely perfectly suit your style, and it also includes lifetime after-sales service."

The young man waved his hand, finalizing the decision, and Mei had no choice but to accept it.

He stretched.

"Then... I guess there won't be anything to do for a while. What about you? Is there anything you want to do? Go out for a walk or something."

An Jing turned around and asked.

"I......"

The woman lowered her head and thought for a moment.

"I want to use the kitchen."

"hungry?"

Mei nodded: "Some."

An Jing's expression suddenly brightened, and he raised his right hand with his index finger pointing to the sky.

"Hey, let me make you a bowl of beef noodles."

Before Mei could say anything, he excitedly entered the house, leaving the woman alone in the yard again.

She withdrew her slightly raised hand and sighed.

“I don’t eat beef…”

It’s a pity that the boy probably couldn’t hear it.

Mei stepped into the house and observed it with some curiosity.

Very ordinary...Except for the many vines growing everywhere in the house, it seems to be no different from an ordinary person's home. It is quite retro.

Although she was not clear about the boy's status here, she could feel from the performance of those employees of the so-called Interstellar Peace Company that he seemed to be a person of a very high status.

In comparison, this house seems a little too plain.

Following the light, she came to the kitchen where the boy was. The woman's brows suddenly frowned, as if she had seen something unclean.

The young man scooped out a large spoonful of salt from the salt shaker, placed it on the pot, and evenly sprinkled the salt grains while shaking his arms slightly.