Chapter 164: Fu Shi at Saint Freya! A Sad Himeko!

Bronya was the first to speak (???), "Nothing, Bronya is just shocked that the single celled paramecium actually remembered what the host said."

"So, does this mean Fu Shi is really Fu Hua's daughter?"

"I'm so jealous. Even Fu Hua has a family now, and I still haven't found anyone. At this rate, I'm really going to end up an old women..." Himeko, teary-eyed and slightly tipsy, gazed enviously at Fu Hua and the Fu Shi in her arms.

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Mei comforted, "Teacher Himeko is so beautiful; she'll definitely meet her other half sooner or later."

"I think Himeko should just pair up with Theresa and call it a day... hahaha! Anyway, I'm heading back to my room!" Kiana said carelessly. After sensing a wave of intense killing intent, she immediately bolted away.

"I absolutely do not want to spend my time with that short white-haired shrimp. I want to experience a beautiful and romantic love." Himeko stood up unsteadily, swaying as she chased after Kiana, pounding furiously on her door.

"Himeko, who are you calling a short white-haired shrimp?" Theresa arrived at the apartment at that exact moment, catching Himeko's words without missing a beat.

"Of course, it's our dear principal, Theresa." Himeko placed one hand on her hip, downing alcohol without a care for the situation.

Fu Shi clapped her hands, cheering excitedly, "Fight, fight!"

Fu Hua covered Fu Shi's mouth, patted Mei on the shoulder, and said, "Mei, this place isn't suitable to stay long. Want to come with me to get the Parenting Guide?"

Mei nodded, "I was just thinking the same."

"Bronya wants to come too!" Bronya grabbed the corner of Mei's clothes and left the apartment with Fu Hua.

Not long after leaving, they heard wails coming from the apartment behind them. The group exchanged glances before pretending nothing had happened and casually walking down the street.

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The perspective shifts back to the imaginary space

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Kiana lay blushing in Fu Lin's arms, one hand caressing her slightly rounded belly as she gazed at Fu Lin with satisfaction and smiled contentedly.

"Fu Lin, I've given you everything. Please don't leave me, okay?" Kiana snuggled against Fu Lin's neck, whispering softly.

"...Alright." Fu Lin stayed silent for a while. Looking at Kiana in his arms, he realized he couldn't go anywhere now. Unless he got another teleportation talisman, what else could he say?

"Don't lie to me." Kiana tilted her head up, capturing Fu Lin's lips with hers, flashing a victorious smile.

"After so much activity, Fu Lin, you must be hungry. Let me make something to eat." Reluctantly, Kiana got up from Fu Lin's embrace, dressed herself, and, with trembling legs, walked toward another room.

"Did Kiana just give me her first time? Sigh~" Fu Lin looked at the marks on his wrist, then at the bright red stain on the bed, covering his head as he fell into deep thought.

Hearing the clattering of pots and pans from the kitchen, Fu Lin put on the clothes Kiana had prepared for him and hobbled to the kitchen.

Leaning quietly against the doorframe, he was once again stunned despite having tasted Kiana's cooking before. Watching her smoothly wash and chop vegetables, exuding the aura of a perfect wife, left him speechless.

This was nothing short of a miracle!

He couldn't imagine what had turned Kiana into this.

"It'll be ready soon, Fu Lin." Sensing the gaze behind her, Kiana turned around to look at Fu Lin standing in the doorway and smiled.

"Do you need help?" Fu Lin rubbed his temples and quickly approached her, picking up the kitchen knife.

"Fu Lin, you just wait outside." Kiana snatched the knife back, pushed Fu Lin out of the kitchen, and shut the door.

"Uh, what?" Fu Lin looked dumbfounded as he tried to open the door. Hearing the click of the internal lock, he turned and walked toward another area.

"Can't get in here either?" Fu Lin looked at a room with warning signs posted on it. Reaching for the handle, he found it wouldn't open. Helplessly, he walked over to a bookshelf in the distance.

"Since when did Kiana love studying so much... Forget I said anything." Fu Lin pulled a book from the shelf. Noticing the signs of frequent use, he couldn't help but feel emotional. However, upon opening it, his face turned bright red. He quickly closed it and shoved it back onto the shelf, his attention caught by a book with a sticky note on it. The messy handwriting was unmistakably Kiana's.

"What is this..."

"Fu Lin, what are you looking at?" Kiana's voice came from behind him. Seeing the book in Fu Lin's hand, she placed the bowl she was holding on the table, her face flushing as she snatched her fantasy journal away.

Looking at the red-faced Kiana, Fu Lin asked curiously, "What's the matter, Kiana?"

"It's nothing; let's just eat." Seeing that Fu Lin appeared clueless, Kiana summoned flames to burn the journal to ashes, scattering them out the window into the imaginary space before sighing in relief.

"What was written in it? Isn't it a waste to just burn it like that?" Fu Lin scratched his head, growing even more curious about the contents that made Kiana so flustered.

"Because what I wanted is already mine. The contents don't matter anymore." Kiana hugged Fu Lin's waist, gently kissing his cheek as she spoke.