He should give her a lesson, let her know that n can’t resist this kind of temptation.
Josh gradually realized things were getting out of control.
*
When she ca out of Yuze’s room, it was already dark outside.
Yuze squeezed out from the side and patted her little head, "Good girl, I’ll go make dinner for you."
Josh: "...Get lost."
Just then, Rob ca down the stairs, looking shocked at the Little Tactician, who seed utterly drained, and then at Yuze, who was full of energy.
Josh knew nothing good would co from his mouth, so she turned and went upstairs.
This clearly looks like she’s been drained of her energy!
And looking at Yuze, it’s like he’s one of those fox spirits in movies who, after a night of passion, has absorbed the energy of a dozen n.
Yuze couldn’t be bothered to deal with him and had no interest in explaining, he just turned around and went downstairs to make food.
After all, between a man and a woman, there are many things they can do besides the final step~
Josh returned to her room, her mind still lingering on the recent intimate scene.
She took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, paced back and forth in the room for a while, and recited the Heart Clarity Spell a few tis until she managed to steady herself.
Her suspicion was correct, Yuze bears traces of the rmaid King.
Or rather, Yuze’s soul is fused with so of the rmaid King’s soul.
There are traces of their souls intertwining, but this fusion is very subtle.
It seems only when his emotions are pulled to the extre does this fusion appear.
When Yuze is calm, Josh can’t see the shadow of the rmaid King on him at all.
Reflecting on his expression in the ga’s logout room, he was so certain the rmaid King wasn’t dead, so it’s likely he knows sothing.
Josh stroked her chin; she might be able to dig so clues out from Yuze.
She sat cross-legged, ditating in her room, waiting for Yuze to co to her.
This has almost beco a habit between them.
After coming out of the dungeon, they always ate alone in the room every day.
Yuze would cook food she liked and needed based on her physical condition to ensure she got enough nutrition to grow.
After eating, there’d be a hot cup of goat’s milk.
Strawberry-flavored.
She loved drinking it.
Soon, Yuze ca in with dinner.
Josh let him in.
Yuze placed the dinner on the low coffee table, and the two sat cross-legged facing each other on the carpet.
Josh thought she could face him calmly.
But seeing him sitting opposite her, she couldn’t help but feel her mind was a bit of a ss.
Yuze was wearing a black loungewear sweatshirt, the loose clothing on his fra, revealing a long neck, long, strong fingers with so veins showing only when not exerting force.
All this made him look like a tall, slender, and lean bamboo pole.
But she knew that beneath the sweatshirt, his pecs were large, biceps quite big, abs rock hard, his back and chest firm.
Underneath the clothes was a powerhouse of muscle, like a mountain of steel, a hot volcano.
He brought out the dinner, his long fingers arranging the utensils on the table.
She couldn’t help but drift; it was just those hands exploring her, domineering and forceful.
Long fingers, nimble, almost magical, freely sparking fires on her body.
"Josh?" His voice carried a hint of confusion.
Josh snapped back to reality, her gaze a bit flustered, "What?"
Yuze handed her the chopsticks with a chuckle, "Eating, what are you looking at?"
"Oh." Josh quickly nodded, taking the chopsticks.
Their fingers briefly touched and then separated.
Yuze’s gaze deepened, giving her a significant look, capturing her disordered little eyes.
Good to see her flustered; being flustered ant there was sothing going on.
They ate dinner in silence.
Josh felt a little restless; they’d eaten like this before, but never felt as awkward as today.
She cleared her throat, trying to start a conversation, "Captain."
"Mm? Why not call by my na?" Yuze looked at her with a teasing smile.
Josh wasn’t sure how to continue the chat.
Yuze suddenly asked, "Josh, I have a question."
Josh: "Ask away."
Yuze looked at her with a grin, "You say, a man and a woman, they’ve kissed, and hugged, what kind of relationship is that?"
Josh squinted her eyes, quickly recalling the words her senior used to brush off n.
"A lip service relationship."
The chopsticks in Yuze’s hand almost got deford, "..."
Josh looked at him, "Isn’t it?"
Yuze’s mouth twitched, "It is..."
Fine, at least a lip service relationship is also a new relationship, right?
Better than having nothing at all.
He looked at Josh, continuing to go along, "So we are currently in a lip service relationship?"
Josh nodded, "Yes."
Yuze: "A lip service relationship ans I can kiss you anyti?"
Josh thought about it, kissing felt nice, she enjoyed kissing Yuze, didn’t resist, even looked forward to it.
So she nodded again, "Yes!"
Yuze felt like a girl sold off, having to compromise; Josh seed like a domineering jerk CEO who fancied his kissing skills.
Dared to nod and say yes...
He really wanted to plant a flower on her head with a hamr, wondering who indulged her to be so unruly.
This playful banter turned Josh’s tension into ease.
After finishing her al, she looked in Yuze’s direction, "Captain..."
"Call by my na." Yuze interrupted her, "From now on in private, call by my na, captain doesn’t sound like your lip service partner."
Did she want to separate work and personal?
No way!
He insisted on making it blurry for her.
Josh touched her nose, "Oh..."
Yuze saw she was almost done eating and served her a bowl of hawthorn soup, "Have so."
She ate more than usual today; if she sleeps early, she might get bloated.
Luckily he anticipated this and prepared hawthorn soup.
This little brat, the more he feeds her, the pickier she gets.
When she first ca, she was fine, ate whatever was given.
But lately, the pickier her taste becos.
Each ti with pork, beef, or lamb, she eats exceptionally less; when it cos to seafood, she indulges without restraint.
She seems to have a special fondness for seafood.
He wondered what the dead fish would think about her love for eating his descendants.
Thinking about it, he couldn’t help but chuckle.
Josh was already used to his control, hearing this, obediently drank the hawthorn soup he gave her.
It entered her mouth sour and sweet and warm, the taste of hawthorn was fresh, just right for digesting food.
She closed her eyes in comfort, "So good~"
Every ti after a good al and drinking a bowl of soup, life feels truly wonderful.
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