During the day, Xu Nian leads her team to kill star beasts outside the base, and at night she cultivates with Fu Yue.
Although the process was embarrassing to talk about, the results were gratifying. In just one year, she broke through to the eighth star.
The nine stars she once aspired to reach are now within reach.
Yue, the tool man, was very clear about his position. Although he wanted to stick close to Xu Nian and be affectionate with her, she didn't give him the chance at all, except when they were cultivating.
So Fu Yue was very resentful, and that resentful look made Xu Nian unable to eat her rice.
Putting down her chopsticks, Xu Nian tried her best to remain calm and said, "Fu Yue, can you please stop looking at me like that?"
Doesn't he realize how blatant his gaze is?
"No." Fu Yue rested his chin on one hand, shook his head slightly, and stared intently at the person opposite him.
His constant gazing at her was something he could never get enough of.
"So what do you want?" Xu Nian rubbed her temples; she was really exasperated with him.
He can't hit her, scold her, or say anything to her. If she gets angry at him, he'll cry on the spot without feeling ashamed.
He knew she was proud and wouldn't do anything to him.
"Niannian, can we not cultivate today?" Fu Yue's eyes changed, and his tone became pleading.
"If you don't cultivate, what kind of demon do you want to be?" Xu Nian looked at Fu Yue warily.
She thought for a long time, but couldn't think of any other reason why she and he could get along well, besides cultivation.
Seeing that things were going well, Fu Yue's eyes lit up and he went straight to Xu Nian's side. Under her questioning gaze, he carried her into the bathroom.
The two figures were reflected in the foggy glass; their hot breaths and suppressed sobs made the temperature in the bathroom rise sharply.
"Fu Yue, you've gone too far... um!" Xu Nian's rebuke was interrupted.
Fu Yue was no longer satisfied with merely dabbling in cultivation.
Today he's focused on eating and drinking his fill, so how could he possibly be satisfied with something simple?
After an unknown amount of time, Fu Yue carried the unconscious Xu Nian out of the bathroom.
He put her in the bedding and lay down himself.
"Eight-star physique is still a bit lacking." Fu Yue murmured, then pulled the person completely into his arms.
Confining his possessions has become an instinct for him when he sleeps.
The next day, Fu Yue didn't wake up naturally; he was kicked to the ground and startled awake.
"Wife?" As soon as Fu Yue opened his eyes, he saw Xu Nian glaring at him angrily from above.
Knowing that Xu Nian wanted to settle scores with him, Fu Yue quickly got up from the ground and said with a smile, "Wife, I'll go cook."
"Stop! Who said you could leave?" Xu Nianyi said, then covered her mouth in horror.
Why did her voice change like this?
Is that really her voice, that raspy, hoarse voice?
Thinking of those chaotic scenes, and myself...
Xu Nian's entire body slowly turned pink, and she didn't even dare to look at Fu Yue anymore.
No, no, no, that's not her. How could she possibly lose control and act solely on instinct?
Seeing that Xu Nian was angry, ashamed, and annoyed, Fu Yue quickly slipped out of the room and went to the kitchen.
When Xu Nian calmed down and came out of the room, she saw Fu Yue sitting upright in the dining table, where breakfast for the two of them had already been laid out.
After breakfast, the two remained silent.
Fu Yue was waiting for Xu Nian to speak, but Xu Nian didn't want to say anything.
After a long silence, Fu Yue's AI received a message that their team was on holiday for the day.
The person who sent this notification was none other than team leader Xu Nian.
Under Fu Yue's watchful gaze, Xu Nian returned to her room without a word, closing and locking the door in one smooth motion.
Fu Yue sat alone at the dining table. After a moment, he smiled silently, but his smile was particularly smug.
In a great mood, he decided to contact Zhao An. He just wanted to show off his sweet daily life with his wife.
After several attempts to contact him, Zhao An refused his video calls each time.
Sensing something was amiss, Fu Yue raised an eyebrow and called again, adding a message that if the call didn't go through, he would go find him in person.
The other end answered quickly this time. Zhao An, with a blank face, said with suppressed anger, "Fu Yue, you'd better have something to say?"
"Hahaha! Zhao An, your face is really handsome." Fu Yue pointed at the person in the video and laughed so hard he almost fell off the table.
"Don't laugh. If you're calling just to make fun of me, then I'm hanging up." Zhao An said angrily, his face darkening.
"Don't rush, let me remember this first." Fu Yue quickly preserved Zhao An's current embarrassing appearance.
"Fu Yue, you're rubbing salt into my wounds." Zhao An clutched his chest, indicating his deep sorrow.
But with his face covered in bruises, the scene just looked ridiculous.
"Try to be more understanding. We're men, we need to be more tolerant. It's normal for our wives to have a little temper." Fu Yue couldn't help but laugh.
"You're talking nonsense. I've never seen your wife hit you." Zhao An grimaced, covering the bruises on his face, on the verge of tears.
"My wife doesn't hit me. She only wanted to kill me before," Fu Yue said with a shrug.
His calm demeanor left Zhao An speechless. He clasped his hands in a fist salute to Fu Yue and said, "My apologies, brother. It's truly remarkable that you've survived until now."
"You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub. This is what we call a love-hate relationship." Fu Yue shook his head and lectured Zhao An. When he talked about how Xu Nian killed him, his sweet expression made Zhao An feel numb.
He suddenly realized that his Chengcheng was quite nice. Although she had a short temper, she would apologize to him after each outburst and be gentle and considerate towards him for a long time.
"Zhao An, what did you do to upset your wife?" Fu Yue asked gossipingly, wanting to learn from his experience so he could avoid similar situations in the future.
"I accidentally spilled the food she had just prepared. She suspected I didn't want to eat it and spilled it on purpose, so she gave me a lecture." Zhao An's eyes welled up with tears as he recounted this incident.
If you don't eat, you'll get beaten; if you do eat, you'll be half dead.
He'd rather lose half his life than be eaten by that food; it's truly terrifying.
After eating that meal, he could see aliens dancing awkwardly in front of him in broad daylight.
If it's nighttime, he can still see the ghost bride pressing down on him and draining his life essence.
He was so embarrassed that he was crying and begging his wife to save him every day.
After hearing Zhao An's story, Fu Yue remained silent for a moment before saying, "I'll hang up now. I'll contact you again after I've had my fill of laughing."
"Fu Yue, are you even speaking human language?" Zhao An was furious. He was upset here, but he wanted to laugh over there.
Indeed, people's joys and sorrows, their separations and reunions, are not shared.
"It would be impolite for me to laugh in front of you, I'm hanging up." Fu Yue hummed a tune, unilaterally cutting off contact with Zhao An.
Compared to Zhao An, Fu Yue felt that he got along really well with Xu Nian.
The best part is that Xu Nian won't cook terrible food for him.
He would never stoop to using such methods that destroy both body and mind on him.
Most importantly, his will choose to save him when his life is in danger.
Fu Yue happily believes that today is another sweet and loving day with his wife.
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