"You bastard!"

Tu Shan Ya Ya's voice echoed throughout every corner of Tu Shan.

At this moment, steam was rising from Tu Shan Ya Ya's head, as if water was boiling, and her face was incredibly red.

"that"

Chi Musheng awkwardly took the white cloth strip off his head; it really wasn't his fault.

He swore that the white cloth strip had wrapped itself around him and that he had never taken it.

"You, you, you"

Tu Shan Ya Ya didn't know how to begin, to say that Chi Mu Sheng was a pervert who actually used her swaddling cloth to wrap around his head.

How can I say this? I'm so embarrassed!

"Ahem, I'm going to do the laundry."

Chi Musheng coughed twice, then carried Tu Shan Ya Ya's clothes outside.

Just kidding. If we don't leave now, who can guarantee what Tu Shan Ya Ya might do? Let's wait until the arrogant Ya Ya calms down before we talk about it.

"You're being so serious, it makes it seem like I'm just being perfunctory."

These formulaic plots have become bland and unconvincing.

Does breaking up necessarily mean feeling nostalgic, in order to feel that it wasn't so casual?

Chi Musheng hummed a little tune, shoved the clothes into the basin, and went to the place where he had washed Tu Shan Honghong's clothes before. As soon as he sat down, he reached into the basin and touched the white cloth strip that had been wrapped around his head.

He swallowed hard. Tu Shan Ya Ya's... she was probably enough to make those perverts on Blue Star spend a fortune. And now she was in his hands.

He was actually quite curious about what it tasted like, but as a gentleman, how could he do such a despicable thing? He still had professional ethics.

Well, he was just a little curious....................................

While washing clothes, Chi Musheng felt a surge of hormones and tried hard to suppress his inner thoughts.

Emptiness is form, form is emptiness; all are just pink skulls.

Little did they know, everything about Chi Musheng was being secretly observed by a black fox.

"Tsk tsk, what a beast! I don't know what he's hesitating about. At least get one of them; things will be more interesting in the future."

The black fox phoenix perched in the distance, smacking its lips repeatedly.

If the fire isn't big enough, it might burn only halfway before losing its momentum.

Chi Musheng spent an hour washing Tu Shan Yaya's mountain of clothes, then breathlessly hung them out to dry. He had just returned to his room and hadn't even had a chance to rest when he heard a voice.

"You damned bastard, Lady Ya Ya is hungry!"

"?"

Chi Musheng looked at Tu Shan Yaya speechlessly, "Are you an idiot?!"

He ate over a hundred baskets of steamed buns this morning, and it's only noon now. You tell him he's hungry again and ask if he can take a break.

Perhaps feeling embarrassed by Chi Musheng's gaze, Tu Shan Ya Ya scratched her head and said.

"Lady Ya Ya wants to eat something; she has no taste in her mouth."

She wasn't actually hungry; she just had a craving and wanted to eat something.

"Wait"

Chi Musheng left two harsh words and turned to make milk tea.

Upon arriving in the kitchen, Chi Musheng used brown sugar and glutinous rice flour to knead a bunch of pearls, cooked them, and then set them aside to cool.

Throw a bag of tea leaves into a pot and stir-fry them until fragrant, then add a handful of sugar, and finally pour in a bucket of milk. You heard right, a whole bucket.

To prevent Tu Shan Ya Ya from causing any more trouble, we might as well do it all at once.

After working for a while, Chi Musheng carried a bucket of bubble tea out of the kitchen and into the bedroom, where he placed the bucket heavily in front of Tu Shan Ya Ya.

"Drink it."

Tu Shan Ya Ya curiously approached the bucket, first sniffing it. It smelled of milk and a faint aroma of tea, but why was there a tube on it?

"There was no poison; that tube is for drinking milk tea."

Chi Musheng explained, then took off his shoes and climbed onto Tu Shan Ya Ya's bed. He would take a nap with her between them today.

When Tu Shan Ya Ya saw this scene, she wanted to kill Chi Mu Sheng, but then she remembered that Chi Mu Sheng had washed a small mountain of clothes for her, made her a bucket of milk tea, and looked very tired.

Fine, seeing how tired you are, and considering you've served Lady Ya Ya, I'll let you sleep on the bed, but next time you have to sleep on the floor.

Soon, Chi Musheng, who had been working hard all morning, fell asleep.

Tu Shan Ya Ya was gulping down a bucket of milk tea. The already sweet milk tea, with the occasional chewy tapioca pearl, was quite enjoyable.

My stomach, which had subsided, gradually swelled up again until I had drunk half of it and couldn't drink anymore. Then I stretched.

After eating and drinking their fill, not only humans but also demons are prone to drowsiness, and Tu Shan Ya Ya is no exception.

Looking at the half of the bed that Chi Musheng had left for her, she lay down contentedly and fell fast asleep. After all, simply sleeping together wouldn't produce little foxes.

However, Tu Shan Ya Ya was not well-behaved in her sleep. Her nose trembled slightly, as if she had smelled some tempting fragrance, and her body slowly rolled towards Chi Mu Sheng.

The little head rested directly on Chi Musheng's shoulder, inhaling the woody fragrance, and finally put its legs on Chi Musheng's stomach, only then was it satisfied, and a faint smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of its mouth.

Who wouldn't love a fragrant cushion? Besides, this is her sister's favorite, handpicked by her sister, and it's truly wonderful.

Soon after, Chi Musheng felt a bit short of breath, as if something was pressing on her neck. When she opened her eyes, she found a fair and delicate arm draped over her neck.

He was truly grateful to that foolish fox, who, fearing he might not die, would put his arm around his neck while sleeping.

Okay, not just his neck, but also his shoulders and belly, he's basically a giant body pillow.

This scene reminded him of the fear of being used as a pillow by Tu Shan Hong Hong. He couldn't break free even with all his might, as if she were a chain that wouldn't let go until the next day.

He quietly watched Tu Shan Ya Ya's sleeping face. Her chubby little face was squeezed out because she was sleeping on her side, and her mouth was slightly open, with glistening drool hanging in mid-air.

Wait, drool!

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