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In the early morning, Song Beiting groggily opened his eyes, moved his slightly numb arm, and felt a heavy weight on his shoulder.

The drowsiness vanished instantly.

He looked down at the arm on his shoulder.

At some point, her posture changed considerably; one hand rested on her own abdomen, while the other half encircled his neck and draped over his shoulder.

His head was almost touching his, and without him moving, his breath was gently spraying onto his face.

Song Beiting opened his eyes and looked at her intently.

She was very fair-skinned, with almost no blemishes on her face, and her lips were slightly parted, making her look completely unguarded.

Time seemed to be stretched out, and every second passed very slowly.

After a long while, he looked down at the watch on his wrist.

It's eight o'clock.

He reluctantly removed the arms from his body and carefully straightened the scarf that was hanging halfway on the ground.

Looking around, I walked to the right and pushed open a door that looked like a restroom.

He quietly closed the door, stood there for a while, and then quietly opened several cabinet doors near the washbasin.

Although the bathroom was clean, it was clearly not the one Nanqing usually used. The towel rack was empty, and there were several unopened sets of toiletries in the cabinet, which, judging by the dates, were from last year.

He scooped up a handful of cold water and splashed it on his face. When he looked up, he saw that the corners of his mouth were inexplicably turned up in the mirror.

When they returned to the living room, Nan Qing had changed her position again, but was still fast asleep.

Song Beiting stood by the sofa for a while before tiptoeing toward the kitchen.

He found a few packets of instant noodles under the island counter, and took out a box of sliced ​​beef and a few eggs from the refrigerator.

He moved very quietly, occasionally glancing up at the sofa.

Twenty minutes later, two steaming bowls of noodles were served on the table.

But it wasn't Nanqing who was first awakened by the fragrance, but Xiao Ba...

Just as Song Beiting put down the soup bowl in his hand, he saw the lock on one of the bedroom doors across the way move.

He frowned, a hint of doubt in his mind.

Are there other people in the family?

He had just taken a step when he saw the door open from the inside, and a fluffy alpaca gracefully walked out and met his gaze.

Strangely enough, for a moment, he actually saw shock in the eyes of a pet alpaca.

Then he saw the alpaca turn around and go back into the bedroom, and after a while, it came out of the bedroom again.

Moreover, there was still that eerie disbelief in those eyes.

Actually, he wasn't wrong. Xiao Ba was indeed wondering if he was still dreaming or not.

Otherwise, why would they wake up to find the chosen one of destiny in their home?

When did its beautiful host manage to bring back the chosen one?

For a moment, Xiao Ba even forgot that it could speak. When it saw its host on the sofa, it immediately moved closer and kept making "mmmmm" noises in front of her face.

Nan Qing was already half-asleep because of the aroma of the food, but the noise woke her up completely.

Feeling her face was wet and hot, with water constantly being splashed on it, she didn't even need to think to know which idiot had done this.

"Hachi!!!"

"Try spitting in my face again!!"

Before she even opened her eyes, she slapped the little dog that was leaning in front of her away and wiped the drool off her face.

Xiao Ba stumbled back two steps after being pushed by her, but immediately went closer and made a few pitiful "hmm" sounds, her big eyes watery.

Nan Qing: "..."

"say!"

Little Eight then remembered, oh right, it's not a real alpaca; it can whisper secrets to its host!

[Host, host, why is the chosen one of destiny in our house?]

Nan Qing, who was just about to close her eyes and take another nap, suddenly remembered that she had brought Song Beiting home last night.

Nan Qing looked around, then turned around and saw Song Beiting standing by the dining table, along with the two bowls of fragrant food on the table.

She tidied her messy long hair, pushed away the alpaca that kept moving closer to her, and said quite naturally:

"Song Beiting, good morning! What did you make?"

Song Beiting was somewhat lost in thought as he watched her play with her pet, feeling as if he were seeing a different side of her.

Hearing the question, she came to her senses and said, "I saw there were a few packets of instant noodles in the cupboard, so I cooked some noodles."

As he finished speaking, Nan Qing had already walked to his side and curiously looked into the soup bowl.

She had someone buy and deliver the instant noodles; she ate them occasionally, and they tasted quite good.

But Song Beiting's way of cooking instant noodles was obviously different from her way of eating them. There was a golden, soft-boiled egg on top, and beef rolls next to it. As for the green garnish inside, she bent down and sniffed it.

It's mint.

She turned to look at the flower stand in front of the French window, and the mint plant did indeed seem to have lost many leaves.

Song Beiting noticed her gaze and became somewhat nervous, worried that he might give her the impression that he was clueless. Just as he was about to explain, he heard her say:

"Song Beiting, you're amazing! I didn't know mint could be used like this. It smells so good. Wait for me, I'm going to wash up."

After Nan Qing finished speaking, she turned and walked towards her bedroom, still wearing the loose woolen sweater and floor-length trousers she had worn the night before when she picked him up.

Song Beiting stood there, watching her enter the room, before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

Little Hachi had somehow gotten close to his leg, nudged his fingers with its nose, and then moved closer to the bowl of noodles on the table, making "mmm" noises as if to tell him that it, Little Hachi, was hungry too!

However, its performance was not in vain, and Song Beiting easily understood its meaning.

But he also nudged Xiao Ba's head, which was constantly leaning towards the table, and mimicked Nan Qing's tone: "Xiao Ba, this is for your senior sister, you can't eat it."

He took out his phone and searched for what alpacas usually eat.

Hay, fodder, fruit...

He didn't see any hay, and he didn't feel comfortable rummaging through someone else's house, but the fruit...

Song Beiting turned around and walked to the refrigerator, taking out some apples, carrots, and corn.

He had been wondering why she kept so many carrots in her refrigerator.

When Nanqing came out again, she saw an interactive scene where one was feeding the other enthusiastically and the other was eating happily.

Upon seeing Nan Qing, Xiao Ba abandoned Song Beiting, whom it had just been quite fond of, and clung to Nan Qing, making "mmm" noises incessantly.

Of course, what Nanqing heard was not just the alpaca's "mmm" sounds.

【Host, I also really like the chosen one of this small world!】