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

With the help of Xuanqi, Rosie easily made five large plates of tiramisu.

This was exactly the dessert stall that she had seen on social media platforms today. She had always been interested in baking, but due to financial reasons, she could not afford to buy baking tools and expensive ingredients.

But now it's different. She has enough money to do whatever she wants.

While preparing the dessert, Luo Xi couldn't help but think of a popular online meme: "When I have money, I will buy two packs of instant noodles, eat one, and throw away the other."

Thinking of this, she couldn't help laughing out loud.

Xuan Qi, who had been watching her closely, saw her smile and immediately asked, "Master, what are you laughing at?"

Luo Xi chuckled and told him what she had just thought.

She was just joking, but she didn't expect Xuanqi to take it seriously.

"Then keep half of each flavor and I'll throw away the remaining half, okay?" Xuanqi responded very seriously.

Rosie: “……?”

She almost forgot that Xuanqi always carried out her orders 100% and would never make any concessions.

She quickly waved her hand and explained, which made Xuanqi give up the idea of ​​really taking half of it and throwing it away.

To go with the tiramisu, Rosie specially made two cups of freshly ground coffee.

The tiramisu is presented on the table like a fine work of art. Its alluring color, distinct layers, and delicate cocoa powder sprinkled on top make it incredibly appetizing.

Luo Xi turned to look at Xuan Qi with an expectant smile on her face and said, "Try it."

Xuan Qi reached out and picked up the dessert spoon. His tall stature formed a sharp contrast with the small dessert spoon. He was so big that the dessert spoon looked like a child's toy in his big hand, looking particularly miniature.

Xuanqi lowered his head slightly and scooped a spoonful of tiramisu. Because of his background, he hadn't received the same good etiquette education as Lingyuan and Fanxiao. It was only when he was a housekeeper at the manor that he took a intensive course on etiquette.

Because of this, Xuanqi's usual behavior seems polite and graceful. Only when he takes off his suit can you see a different side of him...

Rosie secretly thought that his true side was more attractive, but she would not say it out loud. She was like this with all her partners and would not take the initiative to interfere with them and ask them to change according to her preferences.

Xuan Qi was wearing a black suit, which made him look taller and more upright. His white shirt was buttoned to the top, with the collar just below his full Adam's apple, giving him a sense of abstinence.

Luo Xi's eyes unconsciously fell on Xuanqi, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she quickly looked away, but after a while, her eyes involuntarily drifted to Xuanqi again.

As he swallowed, his dark-colored Adam's apple rolled, and the flowing lines looked particularly sexy...

Rosie's heartbeat involuntarily quickened...

"...Master, are you listening to me?"

"Huh? What?"

Luo Xi came back to her senses and asked blankly.

Xuan Qi leaned closer to her, as if afraid that she couldn't hear him clearly, and a deep, heavy voice came out of his thin lips: "I mean, the master made it very delicious. I have never eaten such a delicious dessert."

Luo Xi's body paused uncontrollably. His deep, almost hoarse voice, accompanied by his hot breath, filled her ears. Add to that the dim lighting of the presidential suite, the exquisite desserts, the aroma of coffee mixed with the strong scent of hormones from the man...

In an instant, her senses were surrounded by a mysterious perception.

Although she hadn't drunk a drop of alcohol, she felt drunk at this moment.

This man is secretly flirting with people again.

Rosie felt a little embarrassed and annoyed by the teasing, even though she was clearly the host.

How could he become the host?

She took advantage of the situation and hooked her arm around the man's neck, pulling him closer to her. She traced his angular lips with her hands: "The corners of your mouth are dirty. Can I wipe them for you?"

On the mural wall of the presidential suite, two figures overlap closely, and the atmosphere inside is as hot as the flames in the fireplace.

Outside the French windows, the waves crashed violently against the rocks, as if playing a beautiful and moving melody...