An Yujun was one of those delicate girls whose presence made people feel comfortable inside.
Her smile was especially warm. When she smiled, she revealed her little white teeth, and her eyes curved into crescents. It was an exceptionally heartwarming smile.
Just looking at her made one feel warm inside.
Of course, An Yujun also had no ability to protect herself.
One couldn’t have one’s cake and eat it too.
Ning Shu pulled out a chair and sat down, looking at the breakfast on the table. There was a pressure cooker full of meat, along with a few light side dishes.
An Yujun sat somewhat awkwardly opposite Ning Shu and said, “I didn’t know if you’d like these side dishes or not.”
“It’s fine, I’m not picky.” Ning Shu picked up her bowl and first drank a mouthful of soup.
“You’re not doing anything and eating ready-made food. What right do you have to complain? My brother and I have never even eaten a meal cooked by our mother,” the little girl grumbled from inside An Yujun’s belly.
“Blind Eagle, a demon like you is destined to die alone. You’re such a male chauvinist.”
Ning Shu ate the meat. Male chauvinist? She should be a female chauvinist, right?
Ning Shu swallowed the meat in her mouth, wiped her lips, and said indifferently, “I have no connection whatsoever to you people. I’m giving you shelter, what more do you want me to do? If doing some work is so unacceptable to you, then you’re welcome to leave.
“Not all little girls are cute. Only sensible little girls are cute. Your father might be a great demon, but what does that have to do with me? I don’t know him, I have no friendship with him, why does it seem like I’ve wronged you all?”
An Yujun hurriedly waved her hands and said, “Please don’t misunderstand, I don’t think that way. I’m already very grateful that you are willing to take me in.
“It’s just the child is young and doesn’t understand things yet. I will teach her slowly.”
“Mommy,” said the little girl in An Yujun’s belly. “He’s really so cold and so heartless.”
Ning Shu wiped her fogged-up glasses with a tissue and put them on while saying, “If I were a little nicer to your mother, you’d just say I had ulterior motives.”
So she wanted her to be nicer to her mother?
She was using the name of love and kindness to enslave someone else.
“Hmph, no one will like a demon like you.”
“Whatever. That doesn’t scare me,” Ning Shu said.
Anyway, no matter what she did, it was wrong.
After eating her fill, Ning Shu pushed her bowl away and left the table.
Then she sat on the sofa, opened her laptop, and started working on her webcomic.
Ning Shu had actually drawn the BL comic about the school doctor and the silver-haired man.
Relying solely on Yuanliang’s slice-of-life comedy comic was making life a bit difficult.
Ning Shu would rather pair 2333 with the school doctor, but she simply couldn’t imagine what 2333 looked like.
She fundamentally couldn’t conjure an image of 2333’s appearance in her mind.
So she simply wrote about people who had a form.
But both of these men were very arrogant. How should their relationship develop?
Ning Shu uploaded the webcomic almost with a mood of mischief.
But unexpectedly, its popularity was a bit higher compared to webcomics that Yuan Liang had made.
Ning Shu rested her chin on her hand and looked at the laptop.
It seems that love was the emotion most longed for and desired by all sentient beings with thoughts and feelings.
Friendship and familial love were far less intense than romantic love. Living and dying for love, having one’s reason and emotion spiral out of control, must induce a pleasurable tremor that was the most beautiful thing in the world.
Acceptance and desire, conquering and being conquered, beautiful sparks flying in the collision of emotions…
The decisive rupture, the brilliance that was akin to that of a moth flying into the flame, the loss of reason; when a pair of lovers’ hearts and eyes were filled only with the other, the world would narrow down until only their lover remained.
Their world would narrow to the point when they would abandon their own responsibilities and give up everything, just for an eternity together.
This was what was called earth-shattering, Heaven-defying love.
It seemed like a person who didn’t experience love was not normal—as if someone who never went crazy for love was the strange one.
Alright, time for more mischief.
Ning Shu looked at her screen. She propped her chin up with one hand and held her stylus in her other hand as she continued drawing.
Ning Shu felt she had a bit of a vengeful spirit. She drew this comic swiftly, without even pausing.
An Yujun cleaned the kitchen and started mopping the floor. She mopped and worked despite her big belly.
When she mopped in front of Ning Shu, Ning Shu lifted her feet to let her mop.
An Yujun, who was holding the mop, couldn’t help but bite her lip.
This person really was uncommonly cold and heartless.
Ning Shu noticed An Yujun had stopped moving. The mop halted under her feet and forced her to keep her feet lifted.
“What’s wrong?” Ning Shu asked. “Are you going into labor?”
“N-No, not yet.” An Yujun went to mop somewhere else.