Feng Jingxu’s teeth itched again, but he restrained himself from violently hitting their heads. He smiled awkwardly and said, “So I should thank you guys, right?”

“Hehe, no need to be polite.” They shamelessly climbed the pole, their expressions a bit bashful as if asking for a beating. “But in the future, we’ll rely on our mom to take us out more often and hang out together.”

Feng Jingxu coldly closed the car door on them. “Get lost.”

However, even as the car drove away, the boys stubbornly stuck their heads out of the window, waving reluctantly. “Keep in touch–“

Feng Jingxu: “…”

He watched them disappear down the street, then turned back to see Sheng Xia laughing so hard she was out of breath, while Feng Yan gently patted her back to calm her down.

He felt a bit embarrassed, realizing he had been a bit slow to catch on. He cleared his throat and tried to explain, “They’re just a bit… deserving of a beating. They are usually too casual and overly familiar, but they mean no harm.”

“Isn’t that quite cute?” Sheng Xia said with a serious tone, “No wonder you all get along so well, you’re all cute and clueless types.”

“…Don’t think I didn’t catch that, you’re using this opportunity to mock me for not being smart.”

After being mocked by her so many times, he could still pick up on some things, and couldn’t help but glare at her.

“I’m serious,” Sheng Xia sat in the car, propping up her chin with a smile, “If they weren’t so enthusiastic, would you have accepted them?”

“And it’s clear they care about you. They’ve been observing us all the way, as if they were confirming whether we’re good to you or not.”

Feng Jingxu was momentarily surprised, then smiled faintly and murmured in agreement.

Then he was ambushed again, his head suddenly being rubbed, and he heard Sheng Xia’s voice as if she had just realized something, “So, are you jealous today, Xiaoxu?”

“Oh, you know, they’re just afraid I’ll feel slighted, so they’re taking the opportunity to shout for you a few more times.”

Before he could subconsciously retort, Sheng Xia rubbed his black, fluffy head again, her tone full of indulgence, “Xiaoxu, mommy’s favorite is of course only you. The other good boys are just passing through.”

Feng Jingxu’s face immediately twisted, annoyed and embarrassed. “No way! Stop talking nonsense!!”

When they returned home, they all took a shower to get rid of the hotpot smell on their bodies.

As Feng Yan just came out of the bathroom, he suddenly felt something was off.

He saw that the previously tidy blanket had been arched up, looking a bit messy, as if someone had been lying on it.

He paused while drying his hair, his previously indifferent black eyes gradually showing a smile.

Without changing his expression, he walked over and indeed saw Sheng Xia’s head suddenly poking out from under the blanket.

“Honey~” her voice was soft, “Have you finished showering?”

He grunted and walked to the edge of the bed, looking down at her.

From this angle, Sheng Xia nestled in the blanket, a small bundle, as if imbued with his scent.

Feng Yan’s throat moved slightly, suddenly feeling a bit thirsty.

“Why are you here, Xiaoxia?”

He asked calmly, bending down slightly to touch her hair, realizing that it was still wet and she hadn’t blow-dried it properly. Even though he saw that the blanket was all wet from her damp hair, he didn’t get angry. He just went back to get the hairdryer.

He had observed recently that Sheng Xia didn’t like blow-drying her hair.

But when he helped blow-dry it, she strangely didn’t resist, and even seemed to enjoy his service.

“You haven’t massaged my hands today.”

Seeing him turn on the hairdryer, Sheng Xia solemnly raised her delicate wrist, “It seems that Mr. Feng is so busy that he has forgotten about Mrs. Feng, so poor Mrs. Feng can only come over herself.”

In the soft, dim light, she wore a shell bracelet that sparkled with a crystal luster, making a pleasant sound when the shells collided. The orange shells swayed gently, highlighting her delicate and white wrists, captivating to the eye.

Feng Yan quietly withdrew his gaze and gently brushed her wet hair away. Then, lowering his eyelids, he calmly said, “I’m sorry, I thought you didn’t need a massage anymore.”

Sheng Xia: ?

She felt that his words sounded inexplicably ambiguous. She blinked and curiously asked as she leaned on his leg, “Why?”

“You can play games now, so I thought your wrists didn’t hurt anymore, and that’s why you could play for so long without complaining, right?” Feng Yan said casually, “But seeing you run over now, I realize I misunderstood.”

He paused, and then apologized again, seemingly mild, “I’m sorry.”

Sheng Xia: …

“Do you think I’m in pain? It’s like my originally pure, fragile, scarred heart has been completely pierced by you, and the cold wind is blowing, making me almost faint!”

“I was wrong to blame you.” Feng Yan apologized graciously, “After all, Sheng Xia is so beautiful, kind, and delicate that I thought you would raise your hand and say you’ve lost your pliers.”

“Don’t worry, even if I’m broke, I can still collect bottles to support you guys.”

Pleased by his repeated praises, Sheng Xia suddenly smiled, “I used to support myself and the stray dogs by collecting recyclables. So as long as I can eat meat, you guys will definitely have soup to drink every day.”

She emphasized, “You can question my character, but you absolutely cannot question my abilities!”

Gently stroking her smooth, long hair, Feng Yan’s eyes shimmered, and he hesitated for a moment before softly saying, “Hmm.”

At that moment, he felt that his little thoughts weren’t that important after all.

After all, this was a home that she had already approved of, so he wouldn’t easily leave it.

After her hair was blow-dried, Sheng Xia lazily yawned, still groggy but persistent in asking, “So, Mr. Feng, can you tell me now why he’s in a bad mood?”

Feng Yan still didn’t answer.

Hmm, this man really knows how to hide his thoughts, holding back from answering until now.

Truly worthy of being a ninja turtle.

Sheng Xia simply got up, raised her hand, grabbed his bathrobe collar, and pressed him against the head of the bed.

Her grip was very light, as if she could loosen it with a slight struggle. But Feng Yan let her play, allowing her playful actions to push him back, and then he watched as her exquisite and beautiful face enlarged in front of him.

The faint scent of her body lotion spread instantly, carrying a soft and sweet fragrance, as if making the surrounding air ambiguous.

“Xiaoxu is jealous today because one of the good boys called me ‘mom.'”

Sheng Xia leaned close to him, her eyes slightly red and provocative, her eyes gleaming under the soft, dim light, exuding an irresistible charm.

She met his seemingly calm and deep black eyes, her thin pink lips slightly curved, deliberately prolonging her voice—

“And Mr. Feng, why are you jealous?”