Chapter 153: Returning

What Qiao Suisui finally said, she herself no longer knew.

Because the whole memory became sticky. The last scene in the memory was Ka'er leaning over, his high nose bridge pressing against her nose tip, their breath mixing.

Did she promise? She didn't remember either, but from this day on, Ka'er started sticking to her in various ways. Not only did he manage her more "intensively," but he also started to demand excessively in that kind of matter.

This day, she was standing in front of the sink washing the cup she had drunk juice from, when she suddenly felt a heat source behind her, and a weight on her head.

Ka'er stood behind her, circling her in his arms, two powerful arms wrapping around her from behind, directly taking the glass cup in her hand and putting it under the faucet to wash. Qiao Suisui only reached his chest. Ka'er bent down slightly, using his chin to press against the top of her head. The two had a big difference in body shape. Looking from behind, one could only see the man's broad back.

Qiao Suisui became nervous immediately. Zongfang was in the room at this time, and she felt guilty, hitting his ribs with her elbow.

"I... I can wash it myself, you go back." She said in a low voice.

Ka'er raised an eyebrow, glanced at her, and asked: "Why, acting like a thief?"

Qiao Suisui found it hard to explain, so she simply wiped her hands messily and drilled out of his arms.

She had only run two steps when her waist was hooked by the man's powerful forearm. Ka'er had foam on both hands, so he didn't touch her, only using his arm to scoop her to his side, saying: "I'm not fit to be seen?"

"No..."

"Then stand there and watch me wash the cup."

"..."

Qiao Suisui couldn't beat him, so she stood aside nervously.

A glass cup was actually washed by Ka'er to the effect of polishing and waxing. Even every corner of the bottom of the cup was not let go. Not to mention how meticulous he was.

"Are you done?"

"It should be okay."

"Are you done yet?"

Qiao Suisui had been watching him wash the cup for fifteen minutes, but this man was still focused on applying foam to the mouth of the cup.

Ka'er finally rinsed the cup clean and said solemnly: "One last step."

"What?"

He leaned his face over and pointed to his cheek with a wet finger, "A kiss."

Qiao Suisui's heart burned, and she couldn't do anything about him. Just as she was standing on tiptoe wanting to kiss him, the sound of the door opening rang out. She reflexively pushed Ka'er hard, and the big man didn't move, but she stumbled back two steps in a panic.

Ka'er was stunned. His first reaction was to reach out to support her, but he was dodged by her.

Good guy, why wasn't her reaction so swift usually? Ka'er was furious.

When Zongfang walked into the living room, he saw Qiao Suisui sitting dignifiedly at the dining table, while Ka'er was standing at the sink washing air with his back to him.

His brows furrowed slightly. He walked over and touched her fair little face. It felt smooth, like top-quality mutton-fat jade.

"Why are you sweating?"

"Ah? Am I?" Qiao Suisui shifted her eyes guiltily and said: "Maybe it's a bit hot."

Zongfang didn't answer, stared at her face for a while, and finally said: "Let's go, didn't you say you were interested in seeds last time? I'll take you to see them."

He led her away. Before the two left, Zongfang looked back at Ka'er, who had been silent from beginning to end, his silver eyes deep. In the next few days, the two men tacitly avoided each other. When Zongfang was there, Ka'er wouldn't stick to her, at most sitting beside her to chat. When Ka'er was pestering her, Zongfang would go out without a word. No one knew where he went.

They actually maintained a strange balance like this.

Qiao Suisui's physiological period had long ended, but Zongfang didn't want her to go out, but she could finally resume normal activities. When Zongfang wasn't there, she even had the freedom to drink cold drinks. She only needed to act a little coquettish to Ka'er to get a cup of iced watermelon juice. Later, Ka'er even used watermelon juice freedom to lure her in bed.

At this moment, while sucking on watermelon juice, she was trying to contact Bi through Ka'er's channel. Although she had contacted him a few days ago, there was still no response, and Qiao Suisui couldn't help but worry a little.

"Could something have happened over there? Didn't you receive any news?" She asked.

Ka'er didn't even lift his eyelids, indifferent, thinking it would be better if he died. But on the surface, he still answered: "Don't worry too much, no news is the best news. The agreed date is coming, don't think about going back on your word, come back with me when the time comes."

Qiao Suisui bit the straw and made the empty cup rumble.

Ka'er stood in front of her, raised his hand and pinched the straw with two fingers, and the room suddenly quieted down.

He raised his eyebrows at her in a good mood, and seeing Qiao Suisui's resentful little eyes, he smiled and said: "When we go back, let's go see Kai first, tell him this good news, and by the way, go see the house. You like duplexes, right? What about the decoration style? I want a floor lamp, placed by the sofa, it looks very warm."

Qiao Suisui watched him like a bride-to-be immersed in the blueprint of future life, and for a moment, she was a bit confused. She was the most afraid of trouble. Although she promised to have a home with Ka'er, she didn't want to worry about it. But she also saw that Ka'er expected her to be able to decorate this home with him, and for a moment, she couldn't bear to interrupt him.

Ka'er was still talking to her about whether the sofa should be leather or fabric, but her thoughts had flown far away.

She understood Anubis; he wouldn't break his promise. What exactly happened that made him unable to come to the Southern Battlefield? —In the secret room of the Interstellar Strategic Academy.

A light that was almost crazy flickered in Anubis's eyes.

His body began to deform, his hair grew rapidly, and his bones made a creepy cracking sound. He turned into a wolf, slamming into the iron bars violently, each time shaking the entire prison. The iron bars made a harsh metallic sound. Sweat and anger mixed together, dripping onto the cold ground.

A wolf howl, angry to the point of capturing the soul.

Danding stood outside the prison, his hands behind his back, his expression stern and serious. His eyes were cold, without a trace of pity.

"Do you know that your stupid behavior ruined the plan we have deployed for a long time!" Danding's voice was like cold ice, carrying endless reproach and disappointment.

The fierce wolf stopped slamming, panting, its pupils bloodshot. Anubis closed his eyes in pain, his wolf body gradually returning to human form. He knelt on the ground on both knees, his voice filled with despair and pleading: "Father, I just... please let me out, someone is waiting for me."

Danding's brows furrowed slightly, looking at Anubis coldly: "You are too soft-hearted, this is not a weakness you should have."

His voice was low, carrying uncontrollable anxiety and urgency: "Father, I beg you, let me out."

"Until the plan starts, you will stay here, and you are not allowed to go anywhere. You must pay the price for your mistake."

A flash of despair and anger crossed Anubis's eyes. His fists clenched tightly, his nails embedded in his palms, and blood dripped to the ground. He knew his father's decision could not be changed, but Qiao was still on the Southern Battlefield, and he knew nothing about her safety. Unwillingness and guilt stirred together, making him incomparably painful.

"Father, I..."

Danding no longer looked at him and turned away, leaving Anubis alone in the cold prison.

I don't know how long passed.

Anubis was still kneeling on the cold ground. He closed his eyes, his brain running at high speed, looking for a way to escape. His forehead pressed against the iron bars, his fingertips feeling the cold metal, thinking of the kiss under the bridge, longing, self-blame, and unwillingness mixed together, surging like a tide.

Suddenly, his ears moved. The next second, the door of the secret room was opened, and a sound of footsteps came from far to near, gradually approaching.

This was not his father's footsteps! Five men are about to "gather" together, what should I do? (End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 154 =====