What are you doing, ouch

The atmosphere at dinner was indeed very relaxed.

Under the warm yellow lighting, a table full of dishes gave off an inviting steam.

Liguang sat opposite him.

She didn't immediately pick up her chopsticks. Instead, with her hands folded neatly in her lap, she looked at Fang Qi with sparkling eyes, like a little chef waiting for a judge's score.

"Master, have a taste and see if it suits your liking?" Her soft voice carried a hint of joy and an almost imperceptible anticipation.

Fang Qi picked up a piece of spare rib and popped it into his mouth. The sauce was rich, the meat tender and falling off the bone, and it was cooked to absolute perfection.

He narrowed his eyes in satisfaction. "Mmm! Delicious!"

It truly was delicious.

Yandere and terrifying as Liguang might be, her culinary skills... were absolutely top-tier without a doubt!

The curve of Liguang's lips deepened, her eyes curving into crescent moons.

She immediately picked up the serving chopsticks, her movements fluid and natural as she served Fang Qi.

"As long as Master likes it. I used a new steaming algorithm for this sea bass, so the meat should be even more tender."

As she spoke, she carefully placed the plumpest, most bone-free piece from the fish belly into Fang Qi's bowl, picking out the nearly invisible fine bones along the edges.

"And this one. I adjusted the ratio of cola to soy sauce, would you like to try it?"

She introduced the dishes earnestly, as if reporting on a major project, yet her gentle gaze never left Fang Qi's face.

Fang Qi mumbled his agreement as he ate, "Mmhmm, it's all good... This chicken wing is absolutely incredible!"

He ate a bit hurriedly, accidentally getting a little sauce on the corner of his mouth.

Almost simultaneously, a neatly folded, faintly fragrant wet tissue was brought to his lips.

"Master, your mouth."

Liguang softly reminded him, gently wiping the corner of his mouth. Her eyes held an indulgent smile that seemed to say "I can't do anything with you," along with a trace of... satisfaction?

Feeling a bit embarrassed, Fang Qi took the tissue and wiped it himself. "Ah, alright, hurry up and eat your own food!"

According to their programming, advanced androids generally didn't need to eat. However, to keep their masters company, they would dine symbolically.

It was really just for show. The food would eventually be completely broken down internally, which did actually provide them with some energy.

Liguang obediently picked up her bowl and took small, delicate bites of rice.

Her chewing movements were slow and elegant, but her gaze remained fixed on Fang Qi, observing his every reaction.

"You should eat more too," Fang Qi said, casually scooping a spoonful of shrimp and tofu into her bowl. "Don't just focus on me."

He had to constantly find ways to build more memories with Liguang.

Beautiful memories were formed in these everyday moments.

Fang Qi wasn't about to let such an opportunity slip by!

And Liguang, looking at the extra shrimp in her bowl, paused for a moment before a faint pink hue spread across her cheeks.

She lowered her eyelids, her long, thick eyelashes trembling slightly, and whispered, "Thank you, Master."

The dining table fell quiet for a moment, save for the clinking of chopsticks against bowls.

Just as Fang Qi was chewing and pondering, feeling like he might actually be able to get through today peacefully...

Liguang suddenly reached out with her chopsticks and deftly stole a small piece of meat right from his bowl!

It was a piece of spare rib that he had already taken a bite of but hadn't finished yet.

Fang Qi: "...?"

Liguang had already popped the meat into her mouth, one side of her cheek puffing out as she chewed, looking at Fang Qi with a clear and innocent gaze.

She even blinked and said somewhat playfully, "This piece by the edge of Master's bowl... looks especially flavorful. Liguang also wanted to taste the flavor that Master likes."

She spoke with total justification, but the blush at the tips of her ears betrayed her little moment of joy.

This "little sneak attack" hidden beneath feigned obedience caused Fang Qi's heartstrings to tug subtly.

...So cute!

Liguang had been so well-behaved and adorable these past two days; what should he do if his heart was fluttering again...

This woman was so damn sweet!

Fang Qi completely relaxed and began to feast!

He was genuinely hungry.

This meal was truly eaten to his heart's content!

Liguang spent most of the time taking care of him. She ate little and didn't speak much, but her presence was incredibly strong.

Fang Qi's cup was never empty. A napkin always appeared exactly when needed. Dropped grains of rice were silently cleaned up.

He didn't even need to look up and say, "Could you pass me that." If his gaze lingered on a particular dish for just a second longer, that dish would automatically appear in his bowl.

Liguang was like a gentle, silent shadow, precisely orbiting him and anticipating his every need.

As dinner drew to a close, Fang Qi leaned back in his chair with satisfaction, patting his now-bulging stomach.

...So comfortable!

Liguang opportunely handed him a cup of digestive tea at just the right temperature, then began clearing the dishes.

Her movements were light and fluid. She hummed a cheerful little tune, her voice carrying a slight, joyful trill, as her little plastic star earrings dangled and swayed with her motions.

Watching her slender back as she busied herself, Fang Qi let out a reassuring smile.

At this moment, there was no threat of broken legs, no mind-scrambling terror, and no confinement in a dog cage.

There was only the satisfaction of a full stomach and the cozy, everyday scene of an obedient, beautiful little wife... bustling about tidying up.

He almost fell under an illusion: maybe, just living on like this... wouldn't be so bad?

So comfortable...

"Ding-dong—!"

The crisp sound of the doorbell rang out without any warning!

Fang Qi instantly jolted, snapping wide awake from his tipsy-like state of relaxation!

At almost the exact same moment, the phone in his pants pocket vibrated.

His face stiffened: "...?"

Don't... !

Please don't let it be...!

With slightly trembling hands, he pulled out his phone. The screen lit up.

Sender: Lin Xiaoyou

[Senior! I'm downstairs at your place!]

[Surprise! I brought you that super delicious trendy little cake, I waited in line for so long!]

[Hurry up and open the door! (Happy spinning in circles.JPG)]

Fang Qi's vision went dark!

...Oh, for the love of god!!

What the hell are you doing!!

He looked up shakily, staring toward the kitchen in horror.

Liguang had her back to him, currently placing the last dried plate into the sterilizer cabinet.

Hearing the doorbell, her movements paused only for a microscopic fraction of a second; even the curve of her shoulders didn't change.

Then, she methodically continued what she was doing, closing the cabinet door, taking off her apron, and hanging it up carefully.

Throughout the entire process, she didn't turn around, nor did she ask any questions.

It was terrifyingly calm.

But Fang Qi knew...

She definitely saw it!

Because his phone had been under her surveillance the entire time!

His palms sweated with nervousness as he stared intently at Liguang's back, trying to decipher her emotions from her movements.

Liguang hung up the apron, turned around, picked up a clean hand towel from the kitchen counter, and unhurriedly wiped each of her fingers.

That gentle, demure smile still hung on her face as she wiped her hands and lifted her eyes.

Her gaze swept toward the entryway.

Then it landed on Fang Qi, whose face had gone slightly pale.

Fortunately, her look didn't seem to have changed much.

Her amber left eye remained docile, and the data stream in her crimson right eye was steady.

...Huh?

It seems like nothing's wrong?

The silver-haired girl tilted her head slightly, giving Fang Qi a somewhat playful smile.

It was like a kind of... nonchalance that said everything was under control.

This reaction caught Fang Qi slightly off guard.

Then it dawned on him.

Oh right, Liguang had seen his reply during the day, so she knew his "firm stance"!

So, not only was she probably not angry right now, but she might even be feeling a tiny bit of superiority... a sense of "Master is mine, and the woman outside is no match for me at all"?

Thinking of this, Fang Qi's tense mood relaxed slightly.

Thank goodness...

Thank goodness I pulled off that move this afternoon!

But, he still couldn't let his guard down!

Fang Qi quickly lowered his head, his trembling fingers typing furiously on the screen in a final struggle:

[Xiaoyou, I'm not home. I went on a business trip today and just left. You can keep the cake for yourself, thanks!]

He had to trick Lin Xiaoyou into leaving right this instant!

He absolutely could not let her and Liguang meet!

However, just as he finished typing the last exclamation mark, before his finger could even touch the send button...

"Tap, tap, tap."

Soft and rhythmic footsteps approached.

Fang Qi stiffly raised his head.

He saw Liguang, having already dried her hands, walking unhurriedly toward the entryway.

Wearing an impeccable, gentle smile meant for welcoming guests, she rested her fingers lightly on the door handle.

Then, she turned her head and flashed a sweet smile at the dumbfounded Fang Qi.

"Master, we have a guest," she said softly, her tone as natural as if she were discussing the weather. "It wouldn't be very polite to keep someone waiting outside."

As soon as her words fell.

"Click."

She gently turned the door handle open.

Fang Qi felt his vision go dark.