The spring scenery in the garden cannot be hidden

"Anything else?" A hint of suspicion flashed across Teng's dark green eyes.

Fu Ying's eyes flickered and a cunning curve appeared at the corner of his lips.

She raised the corners of her narrow eyes and scanned among the handsome men of different styles. She was about to set out to look for medicine. Before leaving, if she didn't ask for some "sweetness" to satisfy her "selfish desires", wouldn't it be a waste of the spring scenery in the garden?

To be honest, this has nothing to do with completing the mission.

Everyone looked at the smiling expression on her face and suddenly felt a chill on the back of their necks.

Yu Li stood quietly in the distance with an indifferent expression. He knew in his heart that the "satisfaction" Fu Ying was talking about had nothing to do with him.

"I'll go back and prepare first." Fu Ying coughed lightly and left in a hurry with his sleeves fluttering.

Teng half-closed his eyes and turned to look at Bai Cang: "Fox, what do you think A Ying wants to do?"

Bai Cangmei had a smile on her face and said slowly, "Why rush? You'll know in the evening."

*

Fu Ying returned to the bamboo house, observed the venue, and gently stroked his chin with his fingertips, as if thinking about something.

After a moment, she waved her hand and took out everything that could be used in the space. She arranged them until she was satisfied, then began to choose clothes. From ancient times to modern times, there were so many that almost filled the entire shelf.

By the time everything was packed up, it was already dusk and sunset.

"Aying, it's time for dinner." Qinglan looked at Fuying with soft eyes, but his voice was as cold and ethereal as usual.

However, when he saw the scene that Fu Ying had created after a day of tinkering, he suddenly stopped.

His gray-brown eyes widened slightly, and a rare hint of confusion appeared in them, as if he didn't understand her intentions.

Fu Ying looked back at him, the corners of her lips raised, she was in a very good mood. When she saw his stunned expression, she couldn't help but reach out and gently pinch his cheek, her fingertips feeling slightly cool: "Be good later."

Qinglan: “……?”

At dinner time in the evening, Fu Ying had an unusually good appetite and ate two more bowls of rice. He ate so much that his eyes and eyebrows were curved, and even his whole body exuded a light and sweet aura.

The males looked at each other in surprise, and were quiet for a rare moment. No one was fighting openly or secretly like usual.

"Are you full?" Fu Ying put down his bowl and chopsticks, tapped the edge of the table with his fingertips, and looked at the men with a smile.

They usually accompanied her to eat just to taste the food. How could such a small amount of food fill an orc's stomach?

On the bed in the bamboo house, Tuanzi and the cub were sleeping in a ball with their bellies bulging.

Bai Cang propped up his chin and looked at her, his amber eyes flickering with tiny golden rays under the candlelight. His tone trailed off lazily and seductively, "Aying, are you so happy? Now, can you tell us what exactly you mean by 'satisfaction'?"

Fu Ying lifted her long hair, raised the corner of her eye slightly, and smiled brightly: "Of course."

She held her chin with one hand, her eyes swept over the faces of several people one by one, and she smiled and said, "As for me, I want to take a set of photos for you."

"Photograph?"

"Photograph?"

“…”

Several males said in unison, all with slightly frowned brows and puzzled expressions.

Fu Ying snapped his fingers crisply, and with a deft flip of his wrist, a retro camera appeared in his palm.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, adjusted the camera slightly, and aimed it at the men who had not yet recovered from their shock: "Look here!"

“—Crack!”

The moment the shutter clicked, the photo paper was slowly ejected.

She pinched the corner of the photo and shook it gently. Looking at the rare synchronized stunned expressions of the men in the photo, she couldn't help but chuckle, with a tiny light flashing at the corners of her eyes. Then she handed the photo over casually.

Qinglan understood it as soon as the camera spit out the film.

He calmly glanced at the strange and shocked expressions of the other people, and the corners of his lips curved slightly. It turned out that Aying had only taken photos of him. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a secret joy in his heart.

Bai Cang pinched the edge of the photo paper with his slender fingertips, looking at the portrait that seemed to be engraved on it, and was speechless.

A hint of surprise flashed in his amber eyes. Although he had long known that his female had many secrets and many strange things, she could always easily break his cognition and open his eyes.

"The photo, once fixed, looks very real, doesn't it?" Fuying held his chin with his hand, admiring the shocked expressions on the faces of several people, his eyes full of smiles.

Before they could speak, she stood up, hung the camera around her neck, and her fingertips clicked together, making a crisp sound. "Okay, everyone, get up. Let's go change clothes now. I've prepared special costumes for each of you!"

The crimson hem of Fu Ying's skirt swirled open, revealing a bright color, and the faint light fell on her hair, making her look like a jumping elf.

She had transformed into a photographer, excitedly walking in front of the mouth and saying, "Follow me, follow me!"

This lively and absurd scene instantly attracted Luo Heng, Wu and Yu Li.

Luo Heng was standing at the door of the bamboo house, his slightly curly purple hair was blown by the wind, and his purple eyes were watching the scene quietly. Although he was puzzled, he was gentle in nature and not very curious, so he just watched quietly without asking any questions.

Instead, Fu Ying caught a glimpse of him from the corner of her eye and immediately waved at him: "Luo Heng! Come too!"

"Ah? Me?" Luo Heng was stunned, raised his hand and pointed at himself, his purple pupils full of confusion.

"That's right! It's you!" Fu Ying smiled brightly and waved at him again.

Luo Heng's ears turned slightly red, and she nodded hesitantly. Facing Teng's unfriendly gaze, she followed with her lips pursed.

Yu Li leaned against the door, watching coldly, wanting to see what Fu Ying was up to.

Suddenly, a figure walked past him.

He was stunned for a moment, then quickly grabbed Wu's arm and frowned, "Brother? What are you going to do?"

Wu turned back to look at Yu Li, his golden and red eyes gleaming with a cold metallic light, but his expression was calm, and his voice was as serene as fine wine: "Aren't all the men who stay by her side beasts? Me too."

"..." Yu Li's Adam's apple rolled and he almost laughed out of anger.

His gilded pupils were filled with darkness. "What on earth did Fu Ying tell you today? What made you trust her so much? Brother, it's all her fault that your star pattern is broken. Now you don't remember anything, and you still treat me like her beastly husband?"

Wu's eyes looked straight at Yu Li, with a sharp look in them: "She will cure me, I believe her."

He also believed that the person who cruelly broke his wings was not her.

Yu Li's jaw tightened, and he was about to sneer, but Wu suddenly grabbed his arm with his backhand, and with a force that could not be refused, he said lightly: "Together."

Before Yu Li could refuse, he was dragged to the noisy place.

Here, several males were staring at the scene around them in amazement.

Before they could come to their senses, Fu Ying had already walked gracefully to the center. With a flick of her slender finger, a cluster of flames leaped onto the pile of firewood. In an instant, the flames soared into the sky, illuminating the entire world as bright as day.

Fu Ying looked around at everyone with a smile, her fingertips lightly tapping the neatly hung clothes behind her, and her red lips parted slightly: "Okay, now, take off all these animal skins on you."