After forming a covenant with the interstellar bosses

Thinking of this, Song Yu thought of Jiang Yan again. He didn't know how he was doing. When they last saw each other that day, he was obviously not in good condition. He hoped that there would still be a chance to return his property to him.

When her hand touched the cold water, Song Yu shook her head. No matter what, the worldview from Earth always affected her. She could not allow herself to be so close to one man while thinking about another man.

Besides, such a beautiful rose quartz sea should not be wasted on something that will only be concluded after half a month of discussion.

Song Yu turned around and hooked his fingers into Tang Zhishu's short-sleeved shirt, "You just yelled at me."

"I'm not yelling at you..." Tang Zhishu defended a little anxiously.

"No, I think you yelled at me, and I'm unhappy." Song Yu raised his head and said to Tang Zhishu.

A smile gradually crept into Tang Zhishu's eyes. He leaned close to Song Yu's ear and whispered, "Zhishu is wrong. You can do whatever you want with me."

Song Yu raised his eyebrows slightly and curved Tang Zhishu's shirt. "Take it off and see your sincerity."

Tang Zhishu's face changed.

Although there are few people in this sea area, the sightseeing boats in the distance can vaguely see people here. Moreover, Song Yang and Ouyang Zhan are in a villa not far away, and there are surveillance systems everywhere in this world. If something like Prince Boya being naked at sea happens, it will definitely not be concealed.

"Homeowner..."

"No conditions allowed, take it off!"

Song Yu became even tougher.

"Just one?" Tang Zhishu asked tentatively.

"Take it off first."

Tang Zhishu bit his lip, hooked his fingers on the corner of his clothes, seemed to struggle for a long time, and finally took off his shirt.

Skin looks even whiter in the sun.

"Are you satisfied?" Tang Zhishu pointed at his firm abdominal muscles and whispered softly in Song Yu's ear.

Song Yu hooked his hand on his belt again and moved closer to him, "If you are not satisfied, you must take off your pants and underwear as well."

Tang Zhishu dodged inside, wishing he could hide under the air mattress, his face flushed, "Master——"

"Don't listen?" Song Yu's tone was threatening.

"No, I dare not disobey the Patriarch, but..."

"Why don't you do it?" Song Yu said again.

“You’ll be seen.”

"I don't care." Song Yu spread his hands.

Tang Zhishu turned his head as much as possible towards the air mattress, not daring to face Song Yu. He was S-level, and although he looked soft, he was actually extremely powerful. But now his hands were shaking a little.

Suddenly, he clenched his hand and pulled hard, and the shorts tore.

"Hey!"

Song Yu didn't expect him to move so quickly. She just wanted to see him shy and helpless. How could she really want him to expose himself in public? She was not a pervert.

"Underwear, underwear..." Tang Zhishu's hand was still lingering around her waist.

Song Yu hurriedly tried to cover him up, but it didn't work no matter how he tried. Hearing that he was still trying to take off his underwear, he even suspected that Tang Zhishu had been resurrected.

He is a person who cares so much about royal etiquette and royal reputation.

"Okay, I was just kidding, but you're serious."

Song Yu tried to get him to stop.

But Tang Zhishu didn't retract his hand at all, instead his attitude became very formal.

"As a matchmaker, how can I not obey the orders of the Patriarch?"

His hand had reached the edge of his underwear.

"When did you become so obedient?"

Tang Zhishu frowned slightly, "In the master's mind, is Zhishu never obedient?"

"no……"

"In this case, we must respect the orders of the Patriarch and obey the certificate."

He exerted force with his hands, and the last piece of cloth tore.

Song Yu's eyes widened. Reincarnation, it must be reincarnation!

"You're crazy! Hurry up! Change back to your original form and get back to your room!"

"Haha." Tang Zhishu suddenly laughed, "Do you want to get off the air mattress and take a look?"

"Ok?"

Tang Zhishu pointed to the sea not far away and said, "It's right there. It's only two or three steps away."

Song Yu didn't understand, but she was very curious. She dived into the sea and came out a few steps away. Then she realized that she couldn't see any air mattress at all. There was only a vast and boundless sea in front of her.

It was not until Tang Zhishu controlled the air mattress to within one meter of her that the air mattress reappeared in front of her.

"Invisible?"

"It's not a very advanced technology, but it's rare to use it on an air mattress."

It turns out that His Royal Highness the Prince has been acting with her all along!

Song Yu then realized that he had been fooled.

"Dare to play tricks on me?" She pinched Tang Zhishu's arm, not using much force, but it actually turned red. "Today I will make sure you can't get off the air mattress."

Another round of mutual torture, on the boundless pink sea.

At night, the two were in a dilemma again. The villa area provided food ingredients, but not meals. After all, the customers here were either rich or noble, and many of these appeasers would not accept food provided by outsiders.

Of course, it also gives the matchers a chance to perform.

But Tang Zhishu can't do it, Song Yu can, but she didn't dare to say that she can do it before, because the real Song Yu of the Interstellar Empire can't do it.

Because the two of them had just arrived, Ouyang Zhan fed them two meals. He and Song Yang had already made a pre-contract, so it would not be a good idea to keep disturbing them.

As for eating with Feng Han and the others, Tang Zhishu was too embarrassed to ask.

Besides, their food is not much better than Shalang’s.

As it was getting dark, Song Yu felt a little hungry.

"How about we play a game?" she said.

"what game?"

"Ahem," Song Yu coughed, "From now on, for the next three days, you will be the head of the family. I will take care of you and cook for you."

"How can this be possible?" Tang Zhishu thought it was absurd. He held Song Yu's fingertips and brought them to his lips for a kiss. "The relationship between the head of the family and the match cannot be reversed."

"Just once? And only in this room," Song Yu made a sign and tugged at Tang Zhishu's clothes to get him to agree. "Feng Han and Zheng Xibai have jointly checked this place and are sure there's no surveillance."

The sea breeze is cool and the waves are hitting the shore.

"Why are you acting like a child?"

"I'm not that old anyway," Song Yu shrugged. "Okay, you have to agree. Now, Your Highness, I'll go prepare dinner for you."

Song Yu rushed into the kitchen. Tang Zhishu wanted to help, but was chased out by Song Yu, who said that the head of the family should not appear in the kitchen, which was the exclusive territory of the matchmakers.

"So you know."

At the last moment before Song Yu closed the door, Tang Zhishu said with a helpless smile.

Song Yu not only knew how to cook, but her cooking skills were quite good—at least she thought so. These days, she really missed the taste of her hometown. Although the Interstellar Empire also had many delicious foods, they were not the taste of her hometown.

Well, she didn't just miss the taste of her hometown, she missed it even more, even though there was nothing there that was really worth reminiscing about.

After she locked herself up alone, she was ready to show off her skills.

The dishes are all semi-finished products and are very different from those on Earth, but the meat is always similar. Looking at the stewed soft and tender meat, and the sizzling oil in one bite, it is so blissful!

Only after all the dishes were prepared and the kitchen was almost cleaned up did she open the door and allow Tang Zhishu to come in.

"What took so long?"

Tang Zhishu was in the living room. He was waiting at the door at first, but Song Yu didn't come out. However, there were voices from inside that showed that Song Yu was not in any trouble. So he turned on the TV and watched it on the sofa. He even took a nap for a while before Song Yu opened the door.

"I don't cook all the time, I'm not used to it."

Song Yu came out with the sweet and sour pork ribs, "Go and wait for your meal, Your Highness."

Tang Zhishu stood there uneasily for a while, but still listened to Song Yu's arrangements.

"How is it?" Song Yu filled a bowl of rice and began to gobble it up.

"It tastes great," Tang Zhishu said. "It's different from what the chef makes."

Perhaps it was difficult to say against his conscience that the food was better than the chef's, so Tang Zhishu changed his way of praising.

"Is it just different from what the chef made?" Song Yu pouted unhappily.

Tang Zhishu quickly waved his hand and said, "No, you cook very well, um, better than the chef."