"Raising a daughter?" He frowned. "Fengguang misunderstood. I never planned to have children. I'm raising Fengguang to be my daughter-in-law."

She paused, then asked, "What did you say?"

“We’ll raise Fengguang as our wife.” He smiled, reached out and gently stroked her nose, then hugged her and swayed her gently. “I read in a book that if you want to keep someone by your side forever, the only way is to get married. But Fengguang is still too young, so we can only raise her for now. When Fengguang comes of age, we’ll get married, and then Fengguang will stay by my side forever.”

Feng Guang was caught off guard by these words that were neither a proposal nor a marriage proposal. No, in this man's eyes, the word "proposal" didn't exist. There was not a trace of "proposal" in his words. His words were based entirely on his belief that Feng Guang was already his property. He was simply informing her, and Feng Guang's opinion was completely unimportant.

Feng Guang silently lowered her head, deciding it was better not to tell him... In fact, at 160 years old, she was already considered an adult this year.

It's normal that Wuya is old and doesn't remember some things, after all, he's an old relic who has lived for who knows how many years.

He seemed to have wanted to try holding her while sleeping for a long time. Feng Guang couldn't drive her away or beat her, and even though she told herself she couldn't sleep, she still couldn't help but fall asleep as dawn approached.

When she woke up again, the sun was high in the sky. Her breakfast was already prepared. Feng Guang looked at the new set of clothes laid out by the bed. She put them on without any surprise and had no resistance to them at all. It has to be said that habit is a terrible thing.

Once something started, the rest became a matter of course. Wuya, who used to only sneak into Fengguang's room when she was asleep, now openly walks into her room before she goes to sleep and expertly slips into her blankets.

But one day, Feng Guang nestled in his arms and called out, "Wu Ya..."

"Hmm?" Wuya seemed to be falling asleep. He was still gently patting her back. He had no complaints about her calling him by his name instead of calling him "Master".

Feng Guang quietly clutched the hem of her clothes, "Do you like me?"

"Of course I like it," he answered without hesitation.

Fengguang buried her head in his chest, unable to see his expression, but hearing the speed of his reply, she couldn't help but say again, "I'm talking about the kind of liking between a man and a woman, like love..."

"Love?" He paused this time, and after a short while, he asked, "What is love?"

Feng Guang thought to herself, "Just as I thought. No matter how good he's been to her these past few days, the system hasn't reminded her that the mission was successful. Wuya is an eccentric person. Although he seems gentle and easy to get along with, he can actually be terrifyingly cold at heart."

It's perfectly normal that he doesn't understand normal human emotions.

When she fell silent, Wuya tightened his grip on her waist. "Fengguang, is it really that important whether I love you or not?"

“Important.” She uttered those two words in a low voice. Any woman would feel that this matter was very important. It was not just a simple answer; more importantly, it brought them a sense of security.