Ning Qing has three rooms here. He let Su Xia stay in the guest room next to his bedroom, and used the other room as a study for the two of them.

A cleaning lady comes to clean each room every day. Because Ning Qing doesn't like being disturbed, the cleaning lady usually leaves after cleaning.

The housekeeper Ning Qing hired cleaned the house very well, and Ning Qing was very satisfied.

Ning had prepared all the daily necessities in the guest room early that morning, and they were all new.

He had already reserved this room when he bought the house, intending it for Su Xia to stay in.

Living together makes it easier to protect his safety.

If you promise to do a task, you must complete it diligently.

But Ning Qing felt like something was missing until he opened the wardrobe door.

It was completely empty inside.

Only then did I realize that I was missing clothes.

He smiled and said to Su Xia beside him, "Let's go shopping for clothes together tomorrow."

Su Xia wanted to refuse, wanting to say that he had clothes to wear.

Ning Qing could tell that he wanted to refuse.

He said, "Don't rush to refuse. I've said I would wholeheartedly nurture you, and that starts now."

Ning Qing patted Su Xia's head. She had secretly stroked her baby's hair again today, and she was so happy.

It still feels just as good.

"If I don't treat you well now, how will you work hard for me in the future?"

Ning Qing raised an eyebrow and said half-jokingly.

Su Xia knew she couldn't refuse anymore, so she kept quiet.

Moreover, Mr. Ning is so gentle, how could he bear to refuse him?

"You should rest well. We'll go get whatever you need tomorrow."

Ning Qing reluctantly removed her claws from Su Xia's head.

Goodnight, Xiaxia.

"Little Xiaxia..."

Su Xia was stunned for a moment. Was this how Mr. Ning addressed her?

But I'm already an adult, over eighteen years old, wouldn't it be a bit strange to address me like that?

Mr. Ning doesn't seem to be that old himself, so why would Mr. Ning, who is five or six years older than me, address me like that?

This form of address felt both intimate and somewhat inexplicably met with resistance.

Su Xia softly said something to Ning Qing's retreating figure.

Good night, Mr. Ning.

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After a good night's sleep, Su Xia woke up to find Ning Qing already making breakfast in the kitchen.

Good morning, Mr. Ning.

Su Xia greeted them.

"Good morning, Xia, come and have breakfast."

Ning Qing said with a smile.

"Host, you are so good to the mission target. Host is the best."

The system is bubbling up again.

Ning Qing, "Shut up."

This demon has no pride. Do words like "awesome" even suit this demon? This system is getting more and more annoying. My hands are itching to fight. What should I do? I wonder who created this strange system. Its creator must be a weirdo.

At the dinner table, Ning Qing, as always, enjoyed watching Su Xia eat.

The baby is tall enough, but too thin.

I should cook more delicious food for him in the future.

He sensed Ning Qing's complex gaze.

Su Xia suddenly had a bad feeling...

"I'll help you move your luggage back from the dorm this afternoon, and then we'll go shopping and buy some clothes or something."

"Okay, Mr. Ning."

This time, Su Xia didn't want to refuse.

He liked how Mr. Ning treated him with all his heart; he was incredibly gentle.

He cherished this gentleness and didn't want to lose it.

She thought to herself: If this gentleness is something you're deliberately faking, then please keep faking it for the rest of your life.

Just don't let me find out that you're deliberately pretending.

Otherwise, I don't know what I might do.

Su Xia chuckled softly.

That's what I was thinking.

But his expression remained unchanged.