An Junlie’s consideration for their feelings was excellent. Especially because he consulted her first, making her feel deeply valued.

He thought to himself, An Junlie is different from the Fia lineage; she could trust him. While she was lost in thought, An Junlie watched her expression, trying to discern her thoughts.

However, she had inherited the superior poker face tradition of Silvercrest Star, revealing absolutely no hint of joy or anger. An Junlie couldn't help but feel nervous—more nervous than sparring against the commander of the Interstellar Federation.

He did not want Zi Ye to refuse him. Zi Ye was silent for a long moment, summarizing her thoughts into one sentence: “Silvercrest Star is my first home, and I wish for it to remain intact.

If you plan development, I have no right to object; I can only hope that you will preserve everything and everyone exactly as it is.” She looked up at An Junlie and said, “This is a request from me.” Hearing that she didn’t object, a huge weight lifted from An Junlie’s heart, and he promised solemnly, “I will absolutely fulfill your request.” Zi Ye smiled, then immediately dampened his spirits: “This is just my personal opinion, and it doesn't represent everyone on Silvercrest Star. If you want to gain their consent, you’ll have to ask them yourself.” An Junlie grasped her hand sincerely: “Thank you, I will.” There would certainly be opposition on Silvercrest Star, but the more people on his side, the more confidence he gained.

Zi Ye’s two hands were held by his, radiating a burning heat. Her fever hadn't broken yet, and now it felt much worse.

She fumbled to pull her hands away, but then missed the warmth of his touch. Ashamed to put them back, she cast him an awkward, embarrassed glance.

Seeing that he looked a little disappointed too, she instead wrapped her arms around his arm and rested her head on his shoulder, nestling against him. “Exactly what part of Silvercrest Star do you want to develop?

Will it destroy the environment and affect our survival?” An Junlie patted her shoulder and said with a gentle smile, “I guarantee you, absolutely not.” Zi Ye pouted and shot him a sideways glance. “The first question was the main point—exactly what aspect are you developing?” An Junlie deliberately played coy: “I’m not telling.” “You pest!” Zi Ye jumped up, wrapping her arms around his neck, frustrated.

“You and A’can are both pests. If you need my consent but refuse to tell me what you plan to do, on what grounds do you expect me to believe you?” An Junlie’s ear twitched at two words: “A’can?

What did he do to you?” Zi Ye huffed irritably, “A’can restored the SilverComm channel, and he didn’t tell me but told you—he’s clearly playing favorites! If you hadn’t hit my SilverComm, I wouldn’t have known either.” An Junlie stared at her in stunned silence for two seconds, then picked up her SilverComm, turned it on, and there it was: a message posted that morning regarding the restoration of SilverComm usage.

Saying nothing, he silently presented the SilverComm interface to Zi Ye. Zi Ye nearly suffered internal damage.

It turned out A’can had told her; she just hadn't read the message. Fine, she had nothing to say.

Zi Ye turned her frustration onto An Junlie, grabbing a cushion and hitting him: “You didn’t tell me sooner. You bad person!” Douzai, watching Zi Ye maliciously attack An Junlie from afar, let out a soft “Jii-yi—” An Junlie was profoundly helpless.

It was proven that reasoning with a girl was futile. Usually, he would just take any beating without fighting back, but sometimes there were exceptions, like this time.

After letting Zi Ye hit him until she was done, he calmly extended his index finger and pressed the pad of his finger onto a specific spot on Zi Ye’s shoulder—with force! “Tsk!” Zi Ye sprang up in pain, forcing his fingers open and complaining, “How are you so strong?” An Junlie wrapped his arms around her waist, securing her so she couldn't run, and applied pressure again with his index finger on the sore spot, pushing harder.

Zi Ye instantly felt her entire arm go numb. She was greatly alarmed: “Did you hit a meridian or something?” An Junlie laughed heartily: “This is nothing difficult.

You can do it if you’re familiar with human anatomy.” Zi Ye silently shed tears in her heart; she decided she would enroll in Human Anatomy elective next semester and then press him until he nearly burst. An Junlie pinched her cheek: “Be good, want to take me as your master?” Zi Ye snorted and turned her head away—absolutely not!

An Junlie leisurely drawled, “This is for your own good. If you maintain the same posture for work for too long, your muscles will stiffen.

The more pain you feel, the stiffer your muscles are.” Zi Ye didn't want to discuss the issue; she directly shoved a Star Biscuit into his mouth: “Eat something.” After all the fuss, Zi Ye still hadn't found out what he planned to develop on Silvercrest Star. He had even successfully bamboozled her about how he arrived at Kaga.

Luckily, her memory was good. An hour later, she brought up the topic again: “You still haven’t told me how you suddenly got to Kaga.” An Junlie put on a serious face: “Didn't I tell you?

I came specifically to discuss the development of Silvercrest Star with you, and it just so happened you were sick.” So, he hadn't come specifically to visit her while she was ill. Zi Ye was a little disappointed.

However, she was happy that he happened to be there when she needed company while sick, and she schemed to keep him there, murmuring: “If you cook for me for three days, I’ll help you persuade the Red Hairs and the others.” An Junlie agreed immediately: “Done!” Once agreed, Zi Ye remembered a major problem. The apartment was a two-bedroom unit.

One room was Zi Ye’s bedroom, and the other she had converted into a workshop. If An Junlie were to stay, he’d have to sleep on the sofa?

When she explained the situation, An Junlie didn't mind at all; instead, he laughed for quite a while: “When I first met you, you left me lying outside in the courtyard overnight under the stars. Sleeping on the sofa is already VIP treatment!” Zi Ye had initially felt it might be improper to let him stay, but then she considered that back on Silvercrest, they lived together every day—there was nothing to worry about, and he surely wouldn’t mind such details.

For the next three days, she would wake up to handmade breakfast cooked by him—a rare opportunity. She rubbed her chest, smoothing over those tiny worries.

As evening approached, the thought of eating An Junlie’s cooking soon rekindled her excitement. She squeezed An Junlie’s fingers: “What do you want to eat?” An Junlie was not picky: “I can eat anything.” “Perfect!

Then I’ll buy whatever I like!” Zi Ye summoned F431, brought up its control interface, inputted data, and handed it a card. “You go out and buy groceries in a moment, following the program requirements.

Be careful not to dirty your clothes.” F431 replied respectfully, “Yes, Master.” Zi Ye patted F431’s arm and watched him leave. As one of the Dead Pervert’s most prized creations, F431 possessed top-tier appearance and physique, wearing clothes that were perfectly tailored and beautiful.

Thus, she really didn't want him to get his clothes dirty, or she would have to spend money on new ones. Robot clothing was expensive!

Anyway, she was naturally frugal, so it didn’t matter much. However, even without new clothes, F431 was often mistaken for a handsome human male when he went out and frequently received attention from women.

Because of this, Zi Ye had specially installed an anti-flirting system—along with all other necessary systems—so she wasn't worried about him getting lost or being abducted. After F431 left, An Junlie asked in surprise, “He goes out to buy groceries by himself?” Some top-tier robots possessed the function of leaving the residence to purchase supplies, but humans inherently distrusted machines, believing robots couldn't select items according to preference, so they usually didn't let them go out alone, at least not without a human accompanying them.

Zi Ye said proudly, “Don’t worry, he can buy groceries and drive a mag-lev car too. Fully capable in household management—totally worth owning.” An Junlie couldn't help but smile faintly.

Zi Ye suddenly remembered something else: “Oh, right. Yesterday, Xiao Xiao sent over a series of robot schematics that I haven't gotten around to building yet.

I have to turn them over to the Dead Pervert next month for skin implantation. You sit still for a moment; I need to get busy.” “No!” An Junlie pulled her back, his expression sharper than ever: “Sit down!” Zi Ye didn't understand why he was suddenly angry and asked, “What’s wrong with you?” An Junlie pressed her back into her seat: “You are sick; you must rest properly.

Building robots isn't a one or two-day job; there’s no rush.” Zi Ye retorted, “I’m already better.” An Junlie rubbed his forehead helplessly: “Follow the doctor’s orders—rest for five days. Act like a patient should.” Zi Ye tried to say more, but An Junlie wrapped her in a blanket to stop her from moving around.

When her struggle failed, she sighed in defeat: “Don’t you find being idle terribly uncomfortable?” An Junlie said sternly, “I don’t.” When Zi Ye tried to sit up again, An Junlie simply swept an arm out and pressed her onto the sofa. Zi Ye was furious and head-butted him.

He was quick-witted, grabbing a cushion and placing it on his thigh; her head landed right on the soft pillow, providing no resistance. Zi Ye was practically going mad!

The most frustrating thing in the world wasn't being beaten to a pulp, but being subdued and unable to fight back. She had never thought martial strength was important before, but now she desperately wished Little Sprout could give her a cheat code to chop up the person in front of her.

Just as she was thinking this, her UltraComm chimed. An Junlie loosened his grip, and she immediately bounced up, grabbed the UltraComm, and ran out onto the balcony, escaping the range of An Junlie’s control.

Once on the balcony, she triumphantly stuck her tongue out at him in a face. An Junlie wanted to drag her back, but then decided he had to respect her privacy and did not move.

In less than a minute, Zi Ye rushed back in excitedly and asked, “A girl, Ling Yin, is coming to visit me. Do you mind?” An Junlie shook his head: “No problem.” Zi Ye spoke into the UltraComm: “Okay, I’ll wait for you.” As soon as she closed the UltraComm, another call came in—this time from Aixbent.

Zi Ye glanced at An Junlie, then opened the screen. Since they were family, there was no need to hide anything.

“Little Yezi, are you feeling better? We’re done with class and will come over to see you soon.

Should we pack dinner for you while we’re at it?” Zi Ye didn't answer, instead asking An Junlie, “What do you think?” An Junlie spoke kindly to the identical face on the screen: “No need. Just come over and eat; I’ll cook.” Aixbent saw An Junlie there and let out an “Eh?” He happily slapped hands with his companion.

“The Regiment Commander Master himself is cooking? We’ll be right there!” -RS