Transmigrating into the only holy female in the interstellar world, the orcs who have no descendants

【but--】

When Luo Xi heard these two words, her eyes suddenly lit up.

Hearing the word "but" means that things may not be hopeless and there is still hope.

[Host, after you complete this system-mandated mission, I can submit a special application for an OA process. After going through the approval process, I might be able to allow you to overdraw some points.]

001's tone was full of pride, and to Rosie it was like hearing a teddy dog ​​wagging its tail desperately.

"???"

"Does your Tongzi world also have an OA process?"

Although she had never worked or sat in an office, she was still impressed by this famous term referring to cattle and horses.

[Of course, we have a complete internal control system! ]

Rosie silently gave a thumbs-up.

She shook her head, chuckled twice, said nothing more, turned and walked into the bathroom.

There are three rooms in the presidential suite. When she was taking a shower in the master bedroom, Xuanqi had also finished taking a shower in the second bedroom.

Although they had taken a bath together before, it was always in the late night when she was too tired to move.

In normal times, Xuanqi is very sensible and would not take the initiative to make unreasonable requests such as taking a bath together.

It may be related to his childhood experiences.

She found that Xuanqi was a person who was particularly easy to satisfy and was not stingy in giving.

At this time, Xuanqi was standing beside the bed, looking at her intently, as if waiting for her.

His eyes were fixed on her, and every step he took was cautious, as if he was afraid of disturbing the tranquility of the moment.

Rosie's heartbeat quickened. She could feel his steady breathing, and as he walked, a subtle tension seemed to hang in the air.

He suddenly picked her up by the waist. Rosie screamed and held his strong arms tightly. He carefully placed her on the cushion in front of the makeup mirror, his movements gentle but powerful, as if she was a fragile treasure. Rosie's wet hair was even softer under his fingertips. He picked up the hair dryer and touched her hair lightly. Every touch made her skin tremble slightly. The straps of her bathrobe loosened at some point, and with his movements, it gently slid down, revealing her fair shoulders. Xuanqi's eyes were deep, lingering on her shoulders, and then slowly moved to the side of her face. Seeing the blush on her face, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Master, let me massage your shoulders..." His voice was low, and the heat brushed against her ears, making her heartbeat more violently.

Luo Xi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her little face was rosy and tipsy under the light, but she finally nodded gently and hummed a low sound: "Okay..."

Xuanqi's fingers were rough and powerful, and although the massage movements were gentle, Rosie's skin was not used to this kind of strength.

She had used the skin-like pill that came out of the system, and her skin became soft and tight. When Xuanqi applied a little force, she couldn't help but frown slightly, and her skin turned red instantly.

She bit her lower lip, trying to endure the subtle discomfort.

Fortunately, Xuanqi's strength was just right, and a warm breath filled the room, as if soothing every inch of her tense nerves...

After an unknown amount of time, Rosie gradually relaxed, closed her eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

Xuanqi looked at her beautiful little face, sighed softly, lowered his head to pull the quilt to her shoulders, and carefully adjusted her sleeping position.

Then he walked over to the air conditioner, adjusted the temperature, and switched it to the smart night mode to ensure she had a good sleep.

After everything was done, Xuanqi stood by the window and put on his suit.

Moonlight poured into the room through the gaps in the curtains, falling on his tall figure, casting a deep outline.

Just at this moment, a cloud came over, blocking the moonlight and the outline of the wall.

And when the dark clouds retreated, there was no trace of the man on the wall...

……

Aunt Chen swept the rag across the table, her eyes occasionally glancing at Lu Ye in the corner, and casually said, "Xiao Lu, it's so late again?" Lu Ye looked up, a leisurely look in his eyes: "Well, I don't have work today, so I came to sit with you for a while, Aunt Chen."

Lu Ye happened to be sitting in the same position as Xuanqi just now. The two equally outstanding men made Aunt Chen unconsciously start to compare them in her heart.

Although Lu Ye's figure is not as strong as Xuanqi's, he is more slender, with smooth lines, giving people a different feeling.

Lu Ye has delicate facial features, the kind of handsomeness that is hard to find even among domestic entertainment idols. Only the older generation of Hong Kong stars when they were young can compare with him.

Xuanqi, on the other hand, has another style, tough and rough, with three-dimensional facial features and a charm unique to foreigners.

Aunt Chen thought to herself that these two young men really had their own strengths, but they were both equally outstanding.

At this time, Uncle Chen brought Lu Ye's noodles from the kitchen.

"Xiao Lu, take your time eating. After you finish, I'll get you some new tea I bought so you can try it."

Lu Ye joked, "Uncle Chen, are you going to serve tea and send me off so I can leave quickly?"

Uncle Chen was at a loss for words and pointed with his finger: "What are you thinking about, kid?"

Lu Ye chuckled, picked up his chopsticks, and scooped up a handful of noodles. The steam from the noodles hung thickly in the air, and his eyes narrowed slightly, as if savoring something. As the noodles slid across his tongue, carrying the savory aroma of the broth, Lu Ye's brow relaxed, and the smile on his lips deepened.

Today's noodles seem to be more delicious than usual...

He unconsciously quickened his pace, each bite like exploring a new world of taste. The noodles bounced between his lips and teeth, the soup lingered in his mouth, every detail satisfying him.

Lu Ye's bowl was empty, and he gently put down his chopsticks. Uncle Chen came over with a smile to clean up the bowl, and handed him a cup of steaming hot tea. "Uncle Chen, your cooking skills are really getting better and better."

Lu Ye took the teacup as he spoke.

Uncle Chen smiled from ear to ear: "That's right, I have a master's guidance today."

Lu Ye raised his eyebrows and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that he did not take Uncle Chen's words seriously.

He took a sip of tea, the aroma swirling on the tip of his tongue, and then praised: "Good tea."

Uncle Chen's eyes narrowed into slits with a smile. To him, being praised for his tea was second only to being praised for his noodles. He happily returned to the kitchen and busied himself preparing the next batch of ingredients.

At this moment, the wind chimes at the door of the noodle shop rang, and Jiang Tao walked in. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Lu Ye. "Brother Lu, why are you here again?"

Jiang Tao walked over to Lu Ye's desk, his tone filled with helplessness, "Why didn't you bring your phone? Your agent is looking for you like crazy, so he asked me to come and arrest you."

Lu Ye raised his eyes, a hint of coldness in his eyes: "Tell him that I am a human being, not a tool to make money. If you continue to take on those messy business deals for me, I don't mind changing my agent."