CHAPTER 85: CHAPTER 31 THE GRAND CEREMONY BEGINS

Mo Ying and the group came in grand fashion, seemingly just to ask if Ke Lian would attend the National Day ceremony. After chatting for a bit, they left in the same grand fashion.

Du Xixi and Ke Lian stood by the rose bushes, watching from a distance until the group’s figures completely disappeared.

Behind them, not knowing what to do, Robot 2569 squatted down on its round body, closely inspecting a clump of dirt, starting to analyze its components.

"Let’s go home." They had been out for a walk for some time, Du Xixi massaged her slightly sore waist with one hand while shaking Ke Lian’s arm with the other, softly saying.

Ke Lian naturally went along with Du Xixi, gently supporting her to turn back, and gave a kick to 2569, which was still squatting and looking at the dirt, clueless.

When they got home, it was still early, but Du Xixi already felt a bit tired and went upstairs for a nap. Ke Lian, feeling wide awake, changed his clothes and went to the training room to exercise as usual.

Meanwhile, 2569 went into the kitchen to study its newly acquired cooking program.

This was designed by Ke Lian, based on content provided by Du Xixi. The combination of the two brought significant improvements to 2569’s cooking skills. At least in ten meals, three or four would turn out normal.

... As for the remaining six or seven, naturally, they resulted in the interstellar specialty – Stone Rice!

With cooking skills fluctuating like a glitchy elevator, 2569 decided that studying cuisine properly would better help it become a qualified housekeeper robot. So whenever free, 2569 would leave the lovey-dovey Du Xixi and Ke Lian and bury itself entirely in the kitchen.

By the time Du Xixi woke up in the late afternoon, Ke Lian had already washed away the sweat and was sitting fresh and clean on the sofa reading military documents. And 2569 was holding a big bowl of what was supposedly fried rice, a black substance, pleading with Ke Lian to "risk his life" and try a bit.

Seeing Du Xixi come downstairs drowsily, Ke Lian quickly went up to support her, while 2569, with a sense of self-awareness, took the "fried rice" back to the kitchen, afraid it might upset Du Xixi with its smell and appearance.

Ke Lian affectionately wrapped his arms around Du Xixi, assisting her to sit on the sofa but unwilling to sit down himself. At this moment, he was extremely clingy with Du Xixi; if not for fearing his military duties would disturb Du Xixi, he’d want to handle them right by her bedside.

Ke Lian (with lovesick expression): If I could manage military duties while admiring Xixi’s sleeping face, it would be simply delightful!

"Did you sleep well?" Ke Lian gently planted a kiss on Du Xixi’s flushed cheek from sleep. Seeing her still looking a bit confused, evidently not fully awake, he smiled again, finding her unbearably adorable.

Du Xixi softly rested her head on Ke Lian’s shoulder, rubbing against him before finding a comfortable position, closing her eyes with intentions to nap again.

"No place is as comfy as this." Du Xixi softly said, eyes firmly shut, clearly planning to doze off again on Ke Lian’s shoulder.

Ke Lian’s posture grew stiff, not daring to move. Before long, a tingling sensation spread throughout his body. But seeing Du Xixi slowly fall into a sound sleep, he instinctively ignored his discomfort, focusing entirely on her sleeping side.

In the Star Era, Du Xixi was just coming of age, and having been well-cared for, her baby-face charm hadn’t diminished much. With her lips slightly pouting in sleep, the cute baby fat on her cheeks quivered lightly.

Her long eyelashes cast faint shadows on her snowy skin. Ke Lian watched without blinking, only thinking her skin was flawlessly beautiful. Even up close, he rarely saw any pores, and fine hairs added a layer of soft glow.

Ke Lian’s smile and gaze grew increasingly gentle. He never thought anyone could perfectly match his aesthetic preferences, yet undoubtedly, every part of Du Xixi aligned with his tastes.

He looked at those closed eyes, the upturned nose, and the slightly pouted red lips, feeling as if his heart had melted into a puddle. He secretly planted a kiss on Du Xixi’s smooth forehead, doing so with the gentleness he would reserve for the world’s most precious treasure.

The poor single-dog robot peeked half its round head out from the kitchen, displaying a pitiful expression on its electronic screen: Why is the master again feeding us dog food with the mistress! ╥﹏╥!