An Junlie smiled faintly, "Silly girl, if the mech can't carry you, there's always the battleship.

I'll send a frigate down to pick you up." Ziye shot him a displeased glare, "You're the silly one!" Ziye really wanted to punch him, and she wouldn't apologize for it—Comrade An Junlie, when did you cultivate such a thick skin?

Calling her 'silly girl' one after another, as if she were genuinely dim-witted.

Did she seem that foolish to him?

In her eyes, 'silly girl' was definitely a derogatory term, describing a girl who was terribly naive, perhaps possessing a touch of allure, making her easily deceived.

A fire of anger brewed in her gaze, "I am speaking to you quite seriously!" An Junlie was utterly bewildered.

Why did this young woman get angry so easily?

He hadn't said or done anything.

He paused to think.

"Mm, I'm listening to you very seriously." An Junlie watched her with a gentle smile, his gaze so tender it could drip water, which suddenly made Ziye feel a little embarrassed.

She covered her face and bolted outside, then stopped abruptly as if remembering something, turning back.

Before she could speak, An Junlie opened his arms, waiting, "Good girl, come into my arms." He straightened his expression in an instant, too lazy to tease her further, "The mineral resources on this planet are abundant, well worth extracting.

Especially the rare earths." An Junlie asked, "Are you planning to use them to build your own mechs and warships, or to sell them?" Ziye blurted out, "Use them ourselves, of course." An Junlie deliberated, "This star system is too far from both the Wolf's Den and the Angel Corps.

If we use them ourselves, the journey will be long, and considering the cost, it might actually be cheaper to buy them." An Junlie had always been direct and blunt, immediately pouring a bucket of cold water over Ziye's enthusiasm.

Ziye's face puffed out in gloom, "What about selling them?" An Junlie took her hand and led her outside, gazing out at the mountain of refuse, "If we are to mine, we first need to clear away this trash, and then establish a mining corporation on this planet specifically to manage the entire operation." Ziye's eyes lit up, and she gave him a thumbs-up, "Great idea." An Junlie shook his head, "It's not that simple.

This place is seven points more backward than Silver Rune.

Who on earth would be willing to come here?" Ziye tilted her head up, "If they won't come, I will!" An Junlie patted her head, "Silly girl." They had only been reunited for less than a few hours, and he had already called her 'silly girl' twice.

Ziye angrily clenched her fists and shook them in front of him, "Say 'silly girl' one more time, and I'll beat you!" The words had barely left her mouth when An Junlie smiled sweetly, "Silly girl, calm down, don't be angry." Ahhhhhhh!

Ziye charged forward, fists clenched.

An Junlie certainly wasn't going to let her succeed; he sidestepped and dodged easily.

Ziye grew even angrier, chasing after him.

If she couldn't catch him, she couldn't hit him—she refused to accept this!

Ziye grew even angrier, chasing after him.

If she couldn't catch him, she couldn't hit him—she refused to accept this!

Seeing An Junlie dare to treat Ziye with such "disrespect," they surrounded him, "Goddess, let us help you take him down." Without waiting for Ziye's consent, they rushed forward, encircling An Junlie completely, rolling up their sleeves to reveal strong muscles.

An Junlie glanced around at them, completely unconcerned, "You want a fight?" The youths raised their fists, "No doubt about it!" Ziye sighed helplessly.

Why were these people living backward instead of forward?

Once they reached a planet with primitive civilization, their IQs seemed to plummet.

Ziye felt a pang of frustration in her chest.

She waved, signaling Butler W and the G-series loli to approach, and started walking toward the exit.

She couldn't be bothered to waste time dealing with this group of bored individuals until they solved their own issues; she needed to find a quiet spot to continue her work.

As Ziye walked past An Junlie, he swiftly caught her arm, preventing her from leaving.

This enraged the youths even more.

"Beast, let go of our Goddess!" An Junlie remained unfazed.

He reached out and gently ruffled Ziye’s hair, then turned to look at them calmly, "Why do you all want to fight me?

Is it because you think I haven't treated her well?

Or do you think I shouldn't be with her?" Needless to say, they harbored both sentiments.

The youths instantly felt the awkwardness of having their hidden thoughts exposed.

An Junlie smiled faintly, "I understand your feelings.

Ziye is my girlfriend.

I assume you know what a girlfriend means.

I can fight you, but what's the point of winning or losing?

Ziye will still be my girlfriend, and she will still be your Goddess." Xiao Bai piped up, "If you lose, she won't be your girlfriend anymore.

Do you dare fight?" An Junlie shook his head and chuckled, "Whether I am her boyfriend is not decided by who wins or loses a fight.

It is decided by Ziye and me." Ziye, unable to leave because An Junlie was holding her, said impatiently, "If you like fighting, then fight amongst yourselves.

It has nothing to do with me!" With that, she wrenched her arm free from An Junlie's grasp and walked away with the two robots.

After Ziye had gone some distance, An Junlie's demeanor suddenly softened.

He looked at the youths with deep sincerity, "Has Ziye been well here?" Xiao Bai retorted stubbornly, "Why should I tell you?" An Junlie sighed, his expression clouding with genuine sorrow, his tone also softening, "I know you all resent me, but do you know?

When Ziye suddenly arrived on this planet, I searched the entire galaxy for her.

I couldn't eat or sleep properly every day, constantly worried something had happened to her...

I love her deeply.

Seeing how much weight she's lost recently pains me so much." The youths exchanged glances, momentarily unsure how to respond.

If An Junlie had continued to be arrogant, they certainly would have ganged up to beat him.

But his sudden, drastic shift in attitude, showing his sorrow so openly, disarmed them before they could react; their hearts immediately softened.

"Ziye has been doing very well here," someone spoke up first, and then the others chimed in one after another— "She eats the best food we have here!" "She lives in the best house too!" "None of us bully her!" one youth shouted loudly, only for someone else to timidly add, "That's because we can't." An Junlie couldn't help but smile.

The tactic of feigned distress truly worked, especially on these passionate youths.

A slight display of weakness immediately caused their stance to shift.

He was pleased that, indeed, no matter where she was, Ziye would not allow herself to be wronged.

It didn't matter if she was a little thin from hunger; he would properly fatten her up when they returned.

Considering the youths had treated Ziye well, An Junlie formed a new plan, "Then you all also know I'm here to take her back to space, right?" The youths nodded in unison.

It was precisely because of this that they were so hostile toward An Junlie.

An Junlie tossed out a carrot stick, "I know you all want to go to space too.

How about it, are you interested in coming along?" The youths' eyes lit up, "We can go together?" An Junlie smiled slyly, "I can only take