Yuxing changed into a black camisole nightgown and had just stepped out of the door.
An exceptionally intense gaze swept over her.
The gaze was just as aggressive as its owner, and she felt as though the skin exposed to the air had been scalded.
Yuxing instinctively rubbed her arm.
Orlando’s brow slightly arched: "Cold?"
Just as Yuxing shook her head, Orlando teleported right in front of her, accompanied by his clothes.
A jacket came flying over her head, completely enveloping her inside.
The soft fabric pressed against her skin, and with every breath, there was that familiar scent of sea salt.
Yuxing: "..."
She had already shaken her head, so why did he still think she was cold?
Whatever.
Who made her so understanding and accommodating anyway?
Faced with her owner's concern, what could she do?
Of course, she had to indulge him!
Orlando was very satisfied that his pet was radiating his scent all over: "Tomorrow I'm taking you to the Human-Pet Exchange Convention."
Search results showed that pets who resisted being touched were mostly just shy, and the way to improve was to have more contact with them.
Look.
Wasn't she getting used to his scent now?
Yuxing looked up and asked curiously: "A Human-Pet Exchange Convention?"
Orlando handed the optical computer in his hand to his pet.
Yuxing glanced over it at a glance, quickly realizing that the Human-Pet Exchange Convention was equivalent to a cat and dog club on Blue Star.
Honestly.
She didn't want to meet other pets and exchange pet-rearing insights, but her voice carried no weight, so she had no choice but to obey.
She was fine with listening in on this matter, since she wouldn't lose a chunk of flesh anyway, but if he kept touching her like this, she was really going to blow her top!
The pet's hands were slender and soft.
Orlando grasped that softness in his palm and kneaded it wantonly until the pet glared at him fiercely.
His pet was extraordinary indeed.
What should he do?
He suddenly felt a strong urge to hide his pet away in his nest.
Orlando suppressed his little thoughts and announced deliberately and leisurely.
"I'm just helping you overcome your shyness sooner. From now on, I will help you take a bath every single day."
Yuxing: "..."
You're acting like a scoundrel, yet you think you're in the right?
Was that gentlemanly demeanor from earlier just an act?
Orlando slowly released his hand: "Pet thieves have been rampant these past few days. Stay by my side at night so you won't be in danger."
Yuxing hesitated for a second before buttering up: "Master is wise and mighty, and at a glance, you're definitely not the kind of person who would lie!"
Yuxing called him master without any pressure at all.
Orlando calmly accepted his pet's praise, and then produced a tube of ointment.
He scooped out some ointment and applied it to the red marks. The tender and smooth skin beneath his fingertips made him feign amnesia as he smeared it over and over again.
The itching caused Yuxing to shrink her neck: "Aren't you done yet?"
"Done."
Orlando stared at the fair skin that had returned to normal, tasting the flavor of regret for the first time in his life.
Yuxing's tense nerves relaxed slightly.
Removing his gloves, Orlando unbuckled the belt at his waist right in front of her as if no one else was there.
Yuxing immediately covered her eyes.
How did it suddenly reach the undressing stage?
Should she look, or should she not look?
Orlando didn't give Yuxing time to struggle, turning around and walking toward the bathroom.
Yuxing: "..."
If she had known, she would have feasted her eyes!
Who knows how long had passed.
Damp moisture billowed toward Yuxing.
She raised her eyes and looked over.
The loose bathrobe could not hide the smooth muscular lines of Orlando's chest. He leaned lazily against the head of the bed, pushing his wet bangs back.
"Come here."
His voice was low, carrying the relaxed vibe of someone who had just finished a bath.
That voice tickled the voice-kinked girl so much that she trotted right over.
Maximalist decorative patterns piled together to piece together a gorgeous carpet. Yuxing stepped barefoot on the carpet, bypassing the thick, floor-length bed curtains.
She arrived before her owner.
Orlando bent one long leg: "Can you sing?"
Yuxing thought to herself that children's songs counted as songs too.
Considering she had dominated the Colorful Kindergarten for three consecutive years and won three championships in a row, how could she not be considered a song king?
Thus.
Yuxing nodded with full confidence: "I can."
A flash of satisfaction crossed the depths of Orlando's eyes.
They were a cursed race.
Possessing powerful physiques yet completely lacking the ability to heal themselves.
Every time he exerted his spiritual power, the aftereffects permeated his body like venom, wrapping around him like molten lava that endlessly burned and eroded him.
The scorching pain was meticulously imprinted deep within his soul.
He had suffered from insomnia for many years.
Human singing and dancing could soothe the trauma left behind by spiritual drought.
She was the only human standing before him who wasn't afraid of him, and he looked forward to her bringing him a surprise.
Orlando slowly closed his eyes: "Sing something you're good at."
Yuxing rummaged through her mind for familiar lyrics and started with confidence: "Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are..."
The moment Yuxing popped out the first word, Orlando furrowed his brow tightly.
He had never heard other humans sing, but his pet was clearly tone-deaf, and the tunes produced by her sweet voice sounded like demonic music.
Was this even a sound a human could make?
Yuxing wanted to go again after finishing the first round.
Orlando stopped her in time: "Enough."
Yuxing stopped with a look of unfulfillment.
After her parents passed away, her stage no longer had any audience.
Her owner was the only one willing to sit down and listen to her sing. To be honest, she rather enjoyed this moment.
Orlando's temples were throbbing wildly.
His pet's eyes were bright and sparkling, as if begging him for praise.
Her lips were full and plump, and the corners of her mouth curved up slightly, except the notes she sang were simply unlistenable.
Yuxing tried her best to show off: "I know three hundred more."
"..."
Orlando swallowed his criticism, deciding to spare himself and spare his pet: "Can you dance?"
Yuxing fell into deep thought.
Did broadcast calisthenics count as dancing?
Never mind.
They were all ethnic dances anyway.
Yuxing nodded with confidence once again: "I can!"
Orlando pressed his lips together, a flicker of hesitation flashing in the depths of his eyes.
His pet had slender limbs and a flexible waist; her dancing should at least be watchable... right?
In reality, he had overestimated his pet.
His pet's arms opened and closed with a strong sense of rhythm.
That posture looked as if she wanted to embrace the entire world, full of exuberant vitality and displaying both flexibility and strength.
It just lacked the dancing sense and aesthetic he desired.
Orlando's thin lips pressed into a straight line.
Time ticked away drop by drop.
Yuxing stopped to rest.
She had tried her hardest to switch to sycophant mode, but she still failed to satisfy her owner's bottomless appetite.
Man, your name is greed!
With a heavy gaze, Orlando let his eyes fall upon a thick paper book, then suddenly chuckled, patted his palm against his thigh, and motioned for his pet to sit up.
Yuxing was filled with shock, desperately controlling herself not to think of any messy or lewd things. This guy had a 99.9% chance of being a tyrant.
She couldn't easily let her imagination run wild!
What? You ask about the remaining 0.01%?
That was the last sliver of wishful thinking she was clinging to!
Orlando fancied himself a tolerant owner, upholding the philosophy of "if the mountain will not come to Muhammad, Muhammad must go to the mountain."
Seeing that his pet wasn't moving at all, he reached out a long arm and pulled the slender figure into his embrace.
Yuxing was forced to sit sideways.
Her sensitivity made her eyelashes flutter rapidly a few times, and she couldn't help lowering her head to glare at the large hand resting on her waist that was impossible to ignore.
Only to see.
A twisted pattern entrenched on the back of her owner's hand.
The original owner's memories told her that was the symbol of the Alpha Galaxy's royal family.
TvT Even that remaining 0.01% was gone!
Orlando supported his pet's waist to prevent her from falling off: "Let's formally introduce ourselves. Leviathan Orlando."
Yuxing let out a prairie dog-like scream in the depths of her heart.
Cards face up?
He wasn't even going to act anymore?
After exposing his identity, Orlando didn't see surprise or fear on his pet's face, so he chuckled deeply and reached out to stroke her cheek.
So pink, white, and delicate.
You could probably squeeze water right out of it, right?