I really don't want to date a girl addicted to the internet!

"Huh?" The girl froze, then suddenly tensed up, realizing the boy had shifted his attention. Her eyes darted around, and she twirled a strand of hair between her fingers. "Cheng Fei..."

"What's wrong now?"

"So Cheng Fei just likes big things?"

The boy paused for a moment, then said, "Of course."

"Wouldn't it be better if it were a bit bigger?"

"No need, you are perfect right now."

"Hey, is Nana already perfect?"

"It's perfect. Any more and it would be too much."

"Okay~" The girl smiled happily. "Nana's things all belong to Cheng Fei, so Cheng Fei can use them as he pleases."

"It's hopeless."

In the quiet room, the two chatted and watched a show, time passing by second by second.

After the episode ended, Nagasaki Asuna pursed her plump, pink lips, blinked her moist eyes, and hesitated for a moment before asking, "Cheng Fei, do you have any honey at home?"

"I think I bought it last time, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, Cheng Fei, please wait a moment." The girl said, getting up and quickly leaving.

Under the boy's suspicious gaze, she ran to the kitchen, took out milk and honey from the refrigerator, and stood in front of the kitchen counter with her legs together, fiddling with something. Her expression was hidden from view by her falling sideburns, but the Lolita dress accentuated her full breasts and long legs, making her undulating figure indescribably beautiful and alluring.

Soon, Nagasaki Asuna returned carrying a cup of slightly steaming milk.

"Honey milk?" The boy glanced at it.

"Mmm." The girl nodded casually and sat back in her own lap.

Cheng Fei didn't pay attention and hugged her while continuing to watch the show.

The honey milk released a faint, sweet aroma. Nagasaki Asuna held the cup in both hands, took a sip, and remained silent.

"Cheng Fei," the girl called softly.

"what?"

"Cheng Fei, don't you want to drink?" Nagasaki Asuna turned around, looking at him with hazy eyes, her expression carrying an indescribable meaning.

The boy glanced at her, took the cup from her hand, and said, "I'll try it."

"No, that's not how you drink it!" the girl quickly dodged away.

"Then how do we drink it?" the boy asked, puzzled.

"Drink it like this." Nagasaki Asuna took another sip of her drink, tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and remained still.

Cheng Fei scrutinized that sweet face, completely unguarded and letting her do as she pleased. He noticed that she was pursing her lips, and with the honey and milk making her already tempting little lips even more sinful.

The boy paused for a second, realizing that he wouldn't be able to learn Japanese today.

Honey milk is an incredibly delicious drink. It's very easy to make. Whether you use milk powder or regular milk, just heat it to 40 degrees Celsius, add honey, stir, and you're done.

In contrast, while plain honey water is sweet but thin in taste, and plain milk is rich but lacks appeal, combining these two imperfections results in honey milk, which is almost perfect. It blends the floral aroma and sweetness of honey with the richness and aroma of milk, and the two complement each other's shortcomings.

Especially when consumed hot, Cheng Fei believes it completely surpasses the meticulously prepared industrial products like Want Want Milk, achieving this effect with just two easily obtainable ingredients, comparable to scrambled eggs with tomatoes in the dessert world.

Such a warm, sweet, and cloyingly sweet drink, paired with an equally sweet, charming, and obedient young girl, and interspersed with some small, smooth milk pudding-like ingredients, is simply unfair, beyond the scope of words.

Every time Nagasaki Asuna finished a sip of honey milk, she would pick up the cup and take another sip, as if she were using it as a weapon, offering up double the sweetness in exchange for her antidote.

The girl, dressed from head to toe like a meticulously baked cake, seemed to be soaked in warm honey milk. Her milky white and delicate skin, from her thick coffee-colored hair to her soft, ice cream-like soles, exuded an alluring and sinful sweetness from every pore.

When the honey milk in the cup was gone, the girl became like cream about to melt from the heat, her whole body so soft that she seemed to have no bones.

The boy ignored the Japanese drama that was still playing and picked up the girl in his arms.

In the quiet study, a cool and aloof young woman with long, dark hair focused on her work.

"Recalculate the combination process of the light magic particle and the graviton using the new operator." Shen Xi frowned slightly, seemingly lost in thought, and gave the order in a cold voice.

"Yes, Your Majesty." A childish voice came from the screen, followed by a dazzling array of symbols that refreshed rapidly like a cascading waterfall.

The girl's pure, dark eyes reflected the content flashing on the screen. After a moment, she looked away and casually picked up the cup on the table.

Inside was her own homemade honey milk, with more honey than the original ratio that Asuna Nagasaki had taught her, giving it an aroma so rich it was almost cloying.

The girl took a sip and turned her gaze to the window. The night view of Academy City was as usual, and looking at the busy lights gave her the illusion of being in another dimension.

Ye Shuang opened the washing machine, took out her clothes, and hung them up one by one on the balcony. When she picked up a small piece of fabric, her eyes darted around for a moment. She picked it up, brought it close to her nose, and sniffed it before hanging it between two pieces of clothing.

After finishing the task, she returned to her bedroom, leaned back on the bed in a starfish position, blinked while staring at the ceiling, covered her chest with her slender hand, and was lost in thought.

"Nana".

"Um……?"

"Put your shoes on."

"High heel?"

"Correct."

"Okay~ Cheng Fei, do you think Nana looks pretty today?"

"very beautiful."

"Okay~ So... does pointing your high heels at the ceiling make you look prettier?"

"Vixen."

"Waaah...!"

"Cheng Fei."

"what happened?"

"Why not just learn Japanese from Nana?"

"That makes sense. I almost forgot you speak Japanese."

"Hehehe~ Isn't Nana's Chinese very good?"

"Very good, although there are occasional problems."

"That's not a problem at all."

"Nana".

"Ok?"

"From now on, only Japanese is allowed."

"Huh, why?"

"This is an order."

"Yes~ Whatever Cheng Fei likes to look like, Nana can become that... Waaah... Dame...!"

……

The next day, noon.

Nagasaki Asuna changed into the spare clothes she had brought, stood on tiptoe and opened her arms in front of the boy, "Tsk tsk~ I've switched back to JK Nana, what do you think, Cheng Fei?"

The girl wore a thin beige cardigan, a shirt with a pretty bow tie paired with a pleated skirt, white socks, and brown school uniform shoes. Her long, coffee-colored hair cascaded over her shoulders, exuding a comforting and gentle charm.

As for yesterday's clothes, they were put into garbage bags after becoming a mess.

"It looks good, let's go." Cheng Fei rubbed her head.

"Mmm~" Nagasaki Asuna responded sweetly, her small hand hidden in the sleeve of her cardigan hooking around the boy's arm, shifting her weight onto him. She buried her head in her hair, her ears slightly red, and the corners of her mouth curved into an uncontrollable smile. "I'm a little unsteady on my feet, I need to hold on."

Cheng Fei casually pinched her soft cheek.

The two of them were going out for breakfast, or rather, lunch, something like that.

771. Not human

The boy drove his Panamera toward the restaurant he had booked.

The girl in the passenger seat pressed her shapely, milky-white legs together, humming an unknown tune as she gazed out the window, carefully tidying her appearance like a cat grooming its fur.

“Cheng Fei.” Nagasaki Asuna thought for a moment, then her eyes darted around.

"what?"

"Where should we go after dinner?"

Where do you want to go?

"Go home." The girl said without hesitation.

"Why? We finally get to go out on a date."

"Continue tidying up the cat."

"You really can't think of anything else besides this, right?" the boy said, pursing his lips.

"That's just how Nana is," the girl said with a soft, sweet moan.

"I give up, are you so unsteady on your feet that you can barely walk?"

"Pampered cats don't need to walk anyway."

"You're hopeless for life," the boy sighed, a sigh he had uttered countless times before.

"Cheng Fei, um, can Nana make a wish for her birthday present?" the girl suddenly asked, looking down at the delicate, milky white fabric that fit snugly beneath her skirt.

“Of course, what do you want?” the boy said immediately.

"I want to go on three dates in one go." The girl said without looking up.

"Nothing else? Want some more?" The boy glanced at her.

"Hey, can I have more?" The girl suddenly looked at the boy, her eyes widening slightly.

"Just nothing too expensive." The young man thought for a moment as he drove, "Anything under 30 million will do."

"So many?!" The girl was stunned.

"Speak quickly."

“Then…” The girl bit her lip lightly, her expression becoming conflicted.

"Just tell me what you want."

"How about fifteen days?" The girl tucked her small hands between her legs, turned to look at the boy, and her eyes held a hint of eager anticipation.

"What, fifteen days?" The boy was stunned.

"A fifteen-day date." The girl looked innocent and bewildered.

The boy fell silent for a moment before speaking, "Nana, may I ask you something?"

"Hmm?" The girl's voice was obedient and her eyes were sensible.

"What exactly is the purpose of this date?"

"It's about being alone with Nana, taking care of her from morning till night, no matter what happens, that kind of date." The girl finished speaking in a very serious tone, then looked over cautiously, "Is that not allowed?"

"You..." The boy hesitated, unable to finish his sentence.

"Me?" The girl tilted her head.

"Fine, you can just do it for three days then," the boy said irritably.

"How could Cheng Fei do this? How awful!" The girl suddenly raised her voice, clearly displeased.

"What kind?"

"You're lying to the cat!"

"Who lied to you?"

"They clearly said I could ask for more, but they wouldn't give it to me after I asked!" The resentful tone made it sound as if she had suffered a great injustice.