When Ning Qing returned to the villa, she went straight to the kitchen and started cooking porridge.

As I approached the bathroom door, I saw Hua Lan with her eyes closed, leaning against the tub wall, her two long, slender, fair, and powerful arms stretched out lazily on the smooth rim of the tub.

Its beautiful purple tail fin swayed leisurely and happily in the water.

Ning Qing walked over lightly, reached out and dipped her hand into the water, gently stroking the seemingly soft but actually strong purple fish tail.

My fingertips gently traced the intricate and beautiful patterns on it.

The tail fin seemed startled and quickly dodged Ning Qing's touch.

Ning Qing chased after it again, gently stroking its purple, transparent tail fin.

Hua Lan smelled the familiar scent as soon as Ning Qing stepped into the bathroom, which is why she didn't open her eyes.

Little did they know that this person would actually attack them directly.

Then, she opened her amethyst-like eyes and looked at Ning Qing.

Her pink lips parted slightly, "You're back?"

Ning Qing nodded, leaned closer, and whispered in his ear, "What's wrong? Did you miss me?"

Hua Lan turned her head slightly and glanced at Ning Qing. "You're overthinking it."

After Ning Qing kissed him on the cheek, she hugged Hua Lan from behind through the hard walls of the jar, lowered her head again to whisper in his ear, and said softly, "But I miss you, what should I do?"

A sudden, hot breath sprayed against my ear, a tingling sensation gently brushed over me, and my earlobe instantly felt hot, which slowly spread to my cheeks, quickly spreading a blush.

It added a touch of rosy blush to her flawless white face.

Seeing Hua Lan remain silent with his lips pursed, Ning Qing reached out and cupped his face in her hands, then lowered her head and kissed his peach-pink lips.

The kiss was long and passionate.

In the end, it was Hua Lan who smelled the burning odor coming from the kitchen.

He pushed Ning Qing away, who was engrossed in her own world.

He asked, "Is something being cooked in the kitchen? There's a burnt smell."

Ning Qing then remembered that porridge was cooking in the kitchen, and immediately ran away discreetly.

Hua Lan was left bewildered, her purple eyes wide with confusion as she followed his slightly flustered figure.

After leaving the bathroom, Ning Qing looked down at a certain part of herself and muttered: This is the disadvantage of being a man; you can't hide anything.

It was crystal clear, and I burst into tears.

Ning Qing quickly stepped into the kitchen, turned off the stove, and lifted the lid. The pot was a mess; the rice, which had lost its moisture, was tightly clumped together, blackened and dry, and emitted an unpleasant burnt smell.

The system saw all of this through the light curtain in space.

He began by saying: Wasting food is shameful.

Ning Qing: If you eat it, it won't be a waste.

After saying that, he threw the pot and rice into the system space.

The system in the space watched as the swarming weapon hurtled towards it.

He dodged perfectly with a leap.

System: Host, you lack martial ethics and resort to sneak attacks.

Ning Qing: Did you avoid it?

System: You avoided it.

Ning Qing nodded: Sure, little cat, you're quick-witted.

The system replied with a touch of smugness: Of course, back in the day...

Just as Ning Qing pricked up her ears to listen to the gossip, the system's voice abruptly stopped.

Ning Qing: And then nothing happened?

System: Ahem! Heroes don't dwell on past glories.

Ning Qing: You're better off staying in the dark room and not speaking anymore.

system……

Ning Qing found a pot, scooped out the rice, and started cooking porridge again.

Meanwhile, somewhere in this villa area, several men around twenty years old were gathered together, discussing something.