Left Hand Hanging a Girl, Right Hand Leading a Kitten

Sea Maiden patted her chest, looking righteous as if she were only doing this for his own good. "Come on, I'm helping you build a glorious, noble image! Would I ever hurt you?"

Nan Feng: "..."

He was completely speechless. He no longer even had the strength to get angry.

He had finally understood that trying to reason with this dead fish whose mind was full of filthy thoughts and whose thought process was utterly bizarre was a complete waste of breath. Worse, the more he explained, the murkier things would get.

Giving up entirely, Nan Feng turned back around and looked down at Gu Yuena, who was still burying her face firmly in his chest, her arms wrapped around his neck and refusing to let go.

"Have you hugged me enough?" Nan Feng asked helplessly.

Gu Yuena raised her head, and those beautiful amethyst eyes immediately filled with grievance. Her little lips pursed. "You won't let me hug you anymore? Have I become annoying to you?"

"...Time for breakfast." Nan Feng sighed, trying to reason with her.

"I'm not getting down!"

Gu Yuena smoothly shifted positions and directly straddled Nan Feng's lap. "I want Big Brother to feed me!"

Nan Feng sighed again and surrendered completely. "Fine, fine, fine. I'll feed you. Is that enough?"

As he spoke, he could only hold this little ancestor in one arm like an old father worried sick over his child, while picking up a fork with the other and resignedly feeding her.

Tang Yuehua, who stood nearby attending to the meal, watched Nan Feng act like a tirelessly devoted father with absolutely no bottom line when it came to his "daughter." She wanted to laugh, but desperately held it in, not daring to make a sound.

Under normal circumstances, Nan Feng truly