After forming a covenant with the interstellar bosses

By the time Song Yu realized that one of his hands was on Tang Zhishu, their eyes had already met.

"Master, thank you, I'm much better now."

He was not as flustered as Song Yu thought. He just lay there obediently and let Song Yu caress him until Song Yu took his hand away. Then he took his clothes and put them on step by step. He didn't seem to care much about Song Yu's stare at him.

"Are you... still satisfied?" He even slowed down, a slight smile on his lips. "I haven't done any special training for my figure. If you're not satisfied with anything, I can strengthen the training of that specific area."

……

The room fell silent for a moment.

"Do you want to check it out?" Seeing that Song Yu didn't say anything, Tang Zhishu hesitated. "I thought that since you allowed me to be your match, you were at least generally satisfied with my appearance and figure."

"Or maybe the whole thing doesn't suit your aesthetic? In that case, you might want to schedule an appointment with a plastic surgeon."

"No, no." This confession shocked Song Yu. She waved her hands and quickly changed the subject. "How are you? Are you feeling better?"

"The specific value still needs to be tested, but I can feel that the alienation degree has dropped to at least below 60%." Tang Zhishu stopped looking at Song Yu and dressed faster. "You may be on the verge of entering S-level. Otherwise, the ability of an A-level appeaser to appease an S-level match cannot be so strong."

"You're close to S-rank in the initial test. Perhaps everyone has underestimated you."

Song Yu shook her head. After a full day of studying, she had a premonition that something might be different about her. She didn't possess the pure spiritual power that people online talked about, but instead could absorb the dark, turbid air. Her Wutong body could absorb the turbid air and strengthen herself.

But she couldn't explain it to Tang Zhishu, so she could only figure it out on her own.

"I'm glad you're okay. Are you hungry? There's food in the restaurant. I'll heat it up for you."

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Tang Zhishu stopped him.

"Sorry, Patriarch."

"Ok?"

"We've already formed a bond, and originally these things should have been done by me, but I ran into trouble on the first day, and I had to trouble my sisters and the others." Tang Zhishu said, "I've never learned to cook. I think I need some systematic cooking lessons."

Song Yu shrugged. "It doesn't matter if you don't know how to cook. Cooking is not a big deal. We can hire someone to cook or go to a restaurant to eat."

Tang Zhishu held Song Yu's hand tighter, speaking softly, "You are about to be promoted to S-rank Comforter. There will be more and more people who admire you, but also more and more people who are hostile to you. You must be very careful with your diet, and it is best if it is all prepared by your matchmaker, so I still need to learn."

Song Yu had no reason to object anymore. Cooking was not a difficult task after all, and she was not picky about food, so as long as she could fill her stomach, it was fine.

In the end, Tang Zhishu did not ask Song Yu to heat up the rice for him. Instead, he took out the pots and pans himself, fiddling with them for a long time, and finally had the meal.

Song Yu kept staring at him worriedly, luckily he didn't burn down the villa.

After dinner, the atmosphere suddenly became awkward again. In a sense, this was their wedding night, so now that the night was getting late, shouldn't they do the things that couples should do?

But... they were strangers whom he had only known for two days! Song Yu felt awkward.

She turned on the TV, found the "costume drama" starring the male star yesterday, and started watching from the third episode.

Although this male star has extremely good looks, his figure is a bit poor. His waist is too thin, like those noble women wearing corsets in medieval European court dramas. His butt is too perky, and his legs are distorted in proportion and do not look naturally long at all.

But for a TV series this is not a big drawback.

Song Yu was watching with great interest, and Tang Zhishu could only accompany him. He cut a plate of fruit for Song Yu and got some water, but unfortunately he was unable to get Song Yu's attention to focus on him.

He tried to get closer, but Song Yu moved aside without leaving a trace, and the two of them always maintained a distance of about 20 centimeters.

"His name is Lin Yunyu. He only became famous last year. His family has some business ventures, and they spent a lot of money to support him. But he has good qualities, good looks, and is willing to work hard to hone his acting skills. He seems to be C-level or D-level right now. Rank is not important to him. He probably won't go to the battlefield to fight monsters in his lifetime."

After an episode of the TV series ended, Tang Zhishu began to introduce the actor.

There is no family name in front of the name, which proves that he is still single.

Song Yu felt strange and looked over in confusion.

"If the Patriarch likes him and takes the initiative to form a bond with him, I think he won't refuse."

"Ok?"

Tang Zhishu remained gentle, seemingly simply stating a fact. "I was matched by the civil administration system. You have no feelings for me, Jiang Yan, or Sha Lang, so it's understandable that you don't like us."

"As a high-ranking Pacifier, you have fulfilled your obligations by accepting us. Perhaps we should reserve two or three more spots for the Civil Affairs System, even if it's a contribution to the Empire. For the rest, you can of course choose the person you like to match and form a bond with."

"You don't mind that I like someone else?" Song Yu asked his question.

Tang Zhishu shook his head.

Well, Song Yu suddenly felt a little disappointed from the bottom of his heart. I took his property and promised to help him comfort himself in the future, which means to help him prolong his life. In fact, this is a deal.

"Then, will you also look for something you like?" Song Yu asked again.

Tang Zhishu changed from sitting on the sofa to half-kneeling in front of Song Yu. He held Song Yu's hand very seriously and looked her in the eyes from bottom to top. "Master, you will always be my only master and my only sexual partner."

Speaking of sex, Song Yu's face began to turn red again. In her own world, she had just graduated from college. Although she had had two boyfriends, she had never tasted the forbidden fruit.

Especially, eating the forbidden fruit with a man who is more handsome and good-looking than the male protagonist in the comics.

"I understand." Song Yu bit her lip. "I don't like him. I don't understand what he's talking about. I'm just tired. You know comforting is very exhausting. Why don't we go to bed?"

"It's my fault. I forgot that the Patriarch spent too much time thinking about it last night."

Song Yu occupied the master suite on the third floor alone, which had a bedroom, study, bathroom, dressing room, greenhouse and terrace. The suite was as large as the three bedrooms on the second floor.

Tang Zhishu lives in a room on the left side of the second floor. It is the only suite besides the master bedroom. There is a big bed in this room. Bai Ze is bigger than a human, so only this bed can fit him.

"Master of the house."

"Ok?"

"Tomorrow is Zhian's first test day, and I want to go with her."

"Oh, okay, I'll go with you. We talked this morning and got along pretty well."

Song Yu didn't know whether she should breathe a sigh of relief. She thought Tang Zhishu wanted a goodnight kiss or something, but it turned out to be this.

"Thank you."

"What's this?"

Song Yu walked towards the bedroom, and suddenly, her mind went blank. She took a step back, grabbed Tang Zhishu's chin, and forced him to lower his head aggressively. Then she put their lips together, but they separated just like a dragonfly touching the water.

Song Yu suddenly felt happy, and she smiled unconsciously, "Good night, my match."