Ling Yue hummed a little tune as he went to feed the horses. Zhui Feng and Shan Dian happily ate their fodder, occasionally swishing their tails.

Anlan carefully spread out the herbs she had collected to dry, her movements gentle, as if she were protecting a precious treasure.

Lu Fan stood there, feeling a little lost. He looked around and saw that everyone was busy, but he didn't know what to do.

Left with no other choice, he could only idly continue fiddling with the workbench.

Looking at the remaining fist-sized piece of rubber, a strange idea suddenly popped into his mind.

He looked around to make sure no one was watching him, then furtively typed "descendants' burps" into the workbench screen.

The next second, the workbench started working with a "buzzing" sound.

Unfortunately, Anlan had just finished drying the herbs.

Turning around, she saw Lu Fan still fiddling with the workbench. Her curiosity piqued, she walked over with light steps and asked with a smile, "What are you doing? What new gadget are you researching now?"

Upon hearing the sound, Lu Fan felt as if his soul was about to leave his body, and he inwardly cried out in alarm.

If An Lan were to see this strange thing, he would be in deep trouble, no matter what.

He reacted quickly, moving like lightning to stand in front of An Lan, spreading his arms to block her view.

"No...no, I just make some small things, nothing special."

Seeing Lu Fan's forehead beaded with sweat from nervousness, An Lan looked at him with suspicion, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Really? Then why are you so nervous? Are you secretly doing something shady?"

"No, why am I nervous? I'm not nervous."

Seeing Lu Fan's guilty look, An Lan's eyes darted around, and a sly smile instantly appeared on her face.

She deliberately feigned indifference and said casually, "Fine, since it's just a little gadget, I won't get involved."

As she spoke, she waved her hand, made a turning motion, and appeared to be really about to leave.

Lu Fan's tense nerves finally relaxed a little, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking, "I managed to fool them."

His expression was as if he had just experienced a life-or-death adventure.

However, who could have predicted that An Lan's move would be a feint?

Just as Lu Fan completely relaxed his guard, she darted past him with lightning speed, like a nimble little monkey.

Immediately afterwards, she rushed to the workbench with lightning speed, reached out, and steadily grasped the newly produced "offspring sac" in her hand.

The moment An Lan's gaze fell upon the object in her hand, her originally fair cheeks instantly turned bright red, as red as a ripe tomato, as if it would bleed if pinched lightly.

Her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared intently at Lu Fan, as if trying to see right through him.

She was so angry that her lips trembled slightly, and she opened her mouth as if to unleash a torrent of curses.

But when he caught a glimpse of Ling Yue humming a tune as he fed the horses not far away, the curses that were about to come out of his mouth were pulled back by an invisible hand and swallowed back down.

An Lan glared fiercely at Lu Fan, then suddenly raised her foot and stomped down hard on Lu Fan's instep.

The force of that kick seemed to unleash all the pent-up anger and humiliation.

After stomping on him, she leaned forward, got close to Lu Fan, lowered her voice, and gritted her teeth as she cursed, "You pervert!"

After saying that, she gripped what she was holding tightly and strode angrily toward her room.

Lu Fan was completely caught off guard by this sudden turn of events, and his mind went blank.

They didn't even have a chance to explain; they could only stand there blankly, looking helpless and resigned, as if the whole world had collapsed in that instant.

He watched An Lan's departing figure, filled with remorse, his heart pounding with regret. He kept muttering to himself, "This is a huge disaster! How am I going to clean this up?"

Fortunately, not long after, An Lan walked out of the room with a normal expression.

Seeing this, Lu Fan's previously anxious heart finally relaxed a little.

An Lan walked casually to Lu Fan's side, seemingly unintentionally getting closer, and then whispered to him in a voice only the two of them could hear, "I'll deal with you tonight!"

Although the sound wasn't loud, to Lu Fan it was like a thunderclap exploding in his ears.

His heart pounded instantly, completely unaware of what kind of "storm" he would face that night.

"I'm innocent!"

Night fell like a giant black silk ribbon, slowly and gently enveloping the entire world.

The three of them, who had been busy all day, were now sitting comfortably in their room watching TV.

On television, the final episode of "Journey to the West" was airing.

In the scene, the four disciples went through eighty-one tribulations before finally obtaining the true scriptures and achieving enlightenment.

The Monkey King obediently squatted to the side, his eyes fixed on the screen without blinking. His focused expression made it seem as if he had also experienced this thrilling adventure with the four travelers.

When the story ended and the screen gradually darkened, the Monkey King's face clearly showed disappointment.

Its head drooped, like a deflated balloon, and it occasionally made a few low "squeaks" as if it were lamenting the end of this wonderful story.

Just as everyone was still immersed in the afterglow of the ending of "Journey to the West", the television set started to refresh automatically.

After a brief period of static, a brand new TV series appeared on the screen—"Bright Sword".

The stirring opening theme suddenly blared, its powerful melody immediately capturing everyone's attention.

The monkey king's previously low spirits vanished instantly. Its eyes lit up like light bulbs, and it immediately began to dance with excitement.

It was seen jumping around on the ground one moment, and then quickly moving closer to the television, its eyes fixed intently on the screen.

His earnest expression made it seem as if he could truly understand the intense fighting and the heroes' lofty ambitions on the screen.

Looking at the monkey king's comical and adorable appearance, Lu Fan couldn't help but laugh, thinking to himself, "I wonder if this little monkey can even understand what's being shown on the screen."

However, the Monkey King's focused and excited appearance really eased the somewhat awkward and tense atmosphere considerably.

Lu Fan secretly glanced at An Lan and was pleasantly surprised to find that she was also amused by the Monkey King's actions, with a slight smile on her lips.

Seeing this, Lu Fan finally felt relieved.

He secretly prayed that when An Lan dealt with him that night, she would take pity on him because of the joyful and relaxed atmosphere, and please don't send him to sleep off the bed.