Chapter 57 Which treacherous subject wants to harm me?! (2/2)

The firewood inside was stacked neatly, with almost identical lengths and thicknesses, making it seem as if it had been casually picked up from the mountains.

It looks more like...they were cut out one by one, measured with a ruler.

Ruan Tang muttered to herself, not thinking too much about it. She just felt that no matter what this man did, he exuded a reassuring thoughtfulness and an extreme obsessive-compulsive disorder.

She carried a bundle of firewood back to the kitchen, intending to boil water and take a nice hot bath first.

But when she faced the cold stove, her delicate temperament resurfaced.

Starting the fire myself is such a hassle.

Ruan Tang's eyes lit up, and a plan came to her mind.

She stuffed the firewood into the stove, and with a thought, she pulled Little White out of her spatial storage.

"squeak!"

A chubby, snow-white little body appeared out of thin air. After landing, it curiously twitched its long silver ears and its dark purple eyes looked around the brand-new room.

Ruan Tang waited until it had looked at it enough before bending down to pick it up and place it next to the stove, then pointed to the stove.

"Xiao Bai, do me a favor, start a fire."

As a treasure-hunting rat in the cultivation world, Xiaobai's intelligence is comparable to that of a ten-year-old child, so starting a fire is naturally a piece of cake for him.

With a flick of its little paw, a small cluster of golden-red flames appeared out of thin air and landed precisely in the stove.

Soon, the spring water in the pot began to bubble and steam.

Ruan Tang patted its little head with satisfaction and let it play in the yard by itself, while she dragged out the bath tub and took a comfortable bath herself.

By the time she finished washing up and changed into clean and refreshing clothes, it was already completely dark.

The gate to the courtyard was still bolted.

She walked over and had just unlatched the door when she heard a soft rustling sound above her head.

A white figure leaped down from the camphor tree by the well, its movements nimble. With a light touch of its hind paw in the air, it landed steadily in her arms.

It's a newbie.

This is the scene that Yan Yu saw when he pushed open the courtyard gate.

Under the bright moonlight, his little girl was holding a tiny, snow-white creature that looked like a fluffy ball.

She lowered her head slightly, her face displaying a kind of blissful satisfaction and ecstasy that he had never seen before.

It was a pure, unadulterated, and wholehearted love.

It was an expression she had never shown even when facing him.

Those slender, fair fingers were lovingly kneading the fluffy little thing's pointed silver ears.

With her other hand, she nestled deep into the soft flesh of the fluffy ball's belly, gently kneading it intermittently, a gesture that was both intimate and natural.

Yan Yu's steps froze at the doorway.

The heart that had been pounding with excitement at the prospect of seeing her felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and a bitter, acrid feeling burst forth, overwhelming all his anticipation.

His deep gaze, sharp as an eagle's, locked onto the white, unidentified creature as if it were its prey.

That gaze seemed to carry the chill of winter, growing colder and more poisonous with each passing moment.

The temperature of the surrounding air seemed to drop several degrees.

Ruan Tang was engrossed in kneading the fat on Xiao Bai's belly, thinking how wonderful it felt—so bouncy and squishy. Just as she was enjoying herself, she caught a glimpse of a pair of long, motionless legs at the door.

She looked up and met Yan Yu's deep, unfathomable eyes, which seemed capable of swallowing everything.

In the man's eyes, there surged a deep, unyielding grievance and... a chilling danger that she couldn't comprehend.

Ruan Tang blinked, puzzled.

What... what's going on?

Her hand, which was kneading Xiaobai's belly, stopped instinctively.

Little White, who was comfortably squinting and enjoying its owner's caresses in his arms, suddenly felt a chilling, bone-piercing, and almost tangible killing intent sweeping in from the direction of the door!

The mouse's fur stood on end with a "whoosh," instantly forming a round ball!

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