Chapter 168 Feeling Neglected
"An'an, have you noticed that Yan Qing's gaze towards you is a little strange?"
Qiao Mei released the flying vehicle, her eyebrows furrowing: "What's so strange? I didn't notice anything?"
To be honest, she felt that Yan Qing was a very easy person to get along with, and she felt very comfortable talking to her without any discomfort.
Therefore, he did not agree with Ao Cang.
However, she still asked one more question: Why did he think that way?
Ao Cang recalled the sometimes overly affectionate look Yan Qing gave Qiao Mei, and the incident of secretly taking photos of Qiao Mei.
He said it all.
Regarding the secretly taken photos, Qiao Mei felt that since they were all of the same sex, there was nothing wrong with it.
As for that sticky look in his eyes.
She thought about it carefully, but couldn't find any relevant memories in her mind.
So he comforted Ao Cang: "You're probably overthinking it. Putting aside the fact that I didn't feel anything, just considering how long I've known her and that this is the first time we've met in real life, where do you think she would get the opportunity to have any thoughts or feelings about me?"
Her words made sense. Ao Cang was speechless for a moment, then could only purse his lips and remain silent, his mood becoming sullen.
He wanted to say that his intuition told him Yan Qing was definitely up to something, but Qiao Mei didn't believe him, and he had no way of confirming it...
Qiao Mei didn't hear him speak again, so she looked down at him.
Only then did I realize that he seemed to have fallen into a state of self-isolation, and I guessed why he was like this.
After thinking for a while, I activated the autopilot mode, lowered my head and nuzzled his dragon head, using a soft whisper to keep my voice down:
"Don't overthink it. I really don't think there's anything wrong with Yan Qing, but if you insist on thinking that way, I'll be more careful when I'm with her in the future. I'll try to have as little close contact with her as possible, and I won't get too close to her until you think there's nothing wrong with her. Is that okay?"
Qiao Mei's words were sincere and flawless.
Ao Cang quickly raised his dragon head and met her sincere red eyes. Unable to suppress his affection for her and the emotion in his heart, he extended his forked dragon tongue and licked her face.
"Okay, I'll do whatever An'an says."
Seeing that she had finally coaxed him, Qiao Mei breathed a sigh of relief and then went to check the messages in the "Three Sworn Brothers" group, replying to Shang Duojin and Shu Qingqing's questions.
After that, she focused on looking at the mecha materials she had obtained from Yan Qing, planning to study them carefully when she got back that night and see where to start manufacturing them.
The development of materials can be completed online using a connector to create a preliminary version, and then the final version can be made based on the online preliminary version.
The overall process is similar to that of making clothes: first, you need to draw a design sketch, and then you need to make the garment.
Once home, Qiao Mei helped Ao Cang take a quick shower, then turned on the desktop computer to look at the assembly materials, intending to begin the initial arm assembly.
Ao Cang was placed on the bed by Qiao Mei. Looking at her focused expression and then at his human form, he felt inexplicably neglected.
Previously, whenever he transformed into human form, Qiao Mei would immediately come and hug him, making it easier for him to absorb the golden power of her will...
Ao Cang felt increasingly aggrieved. After his mood soared, he realized that he was being rather annoying.
He had just had a fight with Qiao Mei today. If he does it again now, won't Qiao Mei find him annoying?
Qiao Mei was unaware that the boy on the bed was still agonizing over such matters; at the moment, he was concentrating on designing the mecha arm.
She had worked with several control-type mechs before, and in terms of their general structure, they weren't too different from the game mechs she had made in modern times.
There are relatively few differences, and they are relatively easy to adjust.
Therefore, the difficulty is not her main concern right now; rather, it's the style and the final effect.
Qiao Mei touched her chin, and many game mechs she had made in the modern era flashed through her mind, but none of them seemed quite suitable.
Until, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the boy lying on the bed, hugging her usual pillow, burying his head in it and sucking.
"..." Qiao Mei stared at him for a while with a complicated look in her eyes, but in the end, she didn't say anything to interrupt his bizarre behavior.
Before he could notice her, she looked away and remembered what he looked like when he was eight years old.
They quickly began to draw a rough sketch.
The drawing process was very time-consuming. By the time she finished the sketch, she checked the time and it was already past 10 a.m.
Fortunately, the sketch has already been completed.
She glanced at the finished sketch, but instead of calling Ao Cang over to take a look, she clicked save and planned to refine it further tomorrow.
There were only bedside lamps installed on the left and right sides of the bed in the room, and she turned on the one on the left for Ao Cang.
Bathed in warm yellow light, the boy was fast asleep, his breathing becoming very steady.
He was still holding the pillow she used to sleep on in his arms.
Qiao Mei got into bed and tentatively tried to pull her pillow out of his hands, but Ao Cang held it very tightly and she couldn't pull it out at all.
Not wanting to wake him, she sighed and lifted the blanket he had left open, then slipped herself inside. She slowly moved closer to him, turned on her smart bracelet, and turned off the bedside lamp, plunging the surroundings into darkness.
The girl's arms found Ao Cang's waist precisely, pulled him into her embrace, and rested her chin on his head while closing her eyes.
At that moment, she suddenly felt that the breath spraying on her neck was a little strange.
She paused for a moment, then looked down at the little head in her arms in the darkness, only to realize that Ao Cang had woken up at some point.
"An'an." The boy's voice was a little hoarse, making Qiao Mei's ears tingle. She responded to him and asked if she had woken him up.
"No, I wasn't really asleep to begin with, I was just waiting for you to get into bed."
I never expected to wait so long, until he fell asleep.
"That's good. Go to sleep now. You have class tomorrow, and there are classes related to familiars. So don't stay up too late."
Ao Cang hummed in agreement, then buried his head even closer in Qiao Mei's arms before saying in a muffled voice, "An'an, you'll have a lot of personal matters to attend to in the future, right? Will you...?"
He wanted to ask her if she was ignoring him because of those things.
But he swallowed the words he was about to say because he didn't want to annoy Qiao Mei. He closed his golden eyes, pursed his lips, and said, "Never mind, it's nothing. I suddenly forgot what I wanted to say. Go to sleep, An'an."
Qiao Mei wasn't stupid; she could hear the unease and somberness in Ao Cang's tone. After sighing, she directly finished the sentence he hadn't been able to complete.
"You mean I might neglect you because of these personal matters, right?"
Ao Cang: I'm not sad!
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