Miler, who has a system for giving up

Without hesitation, I picked up where Han Heng left off, my tone as firm as a rock, and said, "We must not act rashly. We must think carefully and come up with a flawless and foolproof plan."

Han Heng glanced at the time, then at the children's weary expressions, and decisively said, "Yes, it's getting late. Everyone should rest early and recharge before we devise a plan together."

However, the six little ones were like a flock of chirping birds, making a ruckus and refusing to go to bed. Han Heng smiled helplessly, then gently but firmly led them back to their respective bedrooms one by one.

Once everything around me had calmed down, the little cutie suddenly looked at me with great interest, like a curious kitten, blinking her big, bright, jewel-like eyes, and asked in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Master, which room should I stay in?"

After a moment's thought, a scene from before flashed into my mind, as if there was a room that my little darling had shown a particularly fond expression of, like a blooming flower.

So, I happily took the little cutie's hand and led her towards that room.

Sure enough, as soon as we stepped into the room, the little cutie's eyes lit up instantly, like bright stars in the night sky. She ran around the room excitedly, saying, "Wow, Master, how did you know I liked this room?"

I patted her little head affectionately and replied softly, "It's because when this room was being designed, you were like a little fairy dancing gracefully beside me. Your love for this room was like a flowing stream, and I saw it all."

The little cutie was like a cheerful lark, twirling happily around the room.

Her laughter, like a string of clear silver bells, echoed gently throughout the room.

However, just as she was happily spinning around, she suddenly seemed to remember something crucial, and her steps came to an abrupt halt.

The little cutie came running to my side like a light little deer, grabbed my clothes tightly, and looked up at me pitifully with her delicate face, her eyes glistening with tears, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

Her cherry-like lips pouted slightly as she whispered, "Master, this is the first time I've ever slept alone at night. I'm scared. Could you stay with me for a while?"

I looked down at her and saw her large, crystal-clear eyes, like jewels, staring at me intently, filled with expectation and dependence.

Faced with such an adorable little cutie, I simply couldn't bring myself to refuse her request. So, I smiled slightly, a doting smile on my lips, and nodded gently in agreement.

I slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, and then carefully pulled the little cutie into my arms.

She nestled quietly in my arms like a well-behaved kitten, without moving.

I began to tell her a story about a brave little princess in vivid detail.

The little girl listened with rapt attention, her eyes wide open like saucers, not blinking an eye, as if afraid of missing a single exciting detail.

As the story progresses, the little girl's eyelids begin to grow heavier and heavier, and her little head droops little by little like a ripe ear of wheat.

I knew she was already getting sleepy.

I continued telling the story in a soft, gentle voice, like a soothing lullaby.

Finally, the little girl's eyes slowly closed, and her breathing became steady and even.

I carefully placed her on the bed as if she were a rare treasure, then gently covered her with the blanket and tucked her in carefully.

Just as I was about to tiptoe away, suddenly, the little cutie's tiny, lotus-root-like hand reached out and tightly gripped the hem of my clothes, muttering, "Master, don't go..."

As I gazed at her sleeping face, so lovely it resembled a porcelain doll, a gentle, spring-like feeling welled up within me.

I smiled helplessly, and then, as if afraid of waking her, I sat gently on the edge of the bed, deciding to quietly watch over her like a guardian angel until she drifted into a sweet dream.

Moonlight streamed through the window, falling like a veil on the little girl's face, casting a soft silver glow over her sleeping features.

Bathed in moonlight, her small face resembled a crystal-clear piece of jade, appearing exceptionally pure and adorable, like a sleeping little angel.

I gazed at her quietly, my heart feeling as if it had been cleansed by a clear spring, filled with peace and contentment.

My little darling's breathing, like a calm lake, gradually calmed down. The huge weight in my heart slowly lifted, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Then, I carefully stood up as if walking on thin ice, afraid of waking her from her sweet dream.

Like a light butterfly, I tiptoed out of the room, gently closing the door behind me, afraid of making even the slightest sound and breaking the tranquil atmosphere.

Then, like a shooting star, I silently walked towards the room of the six babies, wondering to myself if they had already been taken into a sweet dream by the God of Dreams.

When I gently pushed open the door like a ghost, the scene before me left me speechless—none of the six little ones were asleep!

They sat upright on the bed like little angels, their eyes sparkling like bright stars, as if waiting for something magical to happen.

In the very center of the bed lay Han Heng, fast asleep, clutching a fairy tale book tightly in his hand, as if he were immersed in that fantastical world in his dreams.

Looking at his peaceful, baby-like sleeping face, I couldn't help but smile. The scene was like a heartwarming painting, captivating all who beheld it.

When the children saw me come in, the anticipation in their eyes burned even brighter, as if they had been waiting for a century.

My heart was instantly touched, and I smiled and waved to them like a spring breeze, signaling them to come over.

The little ones immediately understood each other perfectly, quickly and nimbly putting on their little slippers, and then, like a group of cheerful little elves, tiptoed towards me, afraid of waking their father.

Their movements were so gentle, as if they were afraid of disturbing a speck of dust; they looked so endearing and incredibly cute.

I finally couldn't help but chuckle softly. The laughter was like heavenly music in the quiet room, exceptionally clear, but the children weren't frightened. Instead, they responded with smiles even brighter than the sunshine.

I led the children out of the room on tiptoe, and like cats, we quietly made our way to the living room.

The moonlight spilled onto the floor like a light veil, as if covering it with a layer of silver frost.

I asked them softly, "Why are you all still awake?"

The oldest child blinked his big eyes and said seriously, "We want to hear you tell stories, just as wonderfully as Daddy's."

The other children nodded in unison, their eyes sparkling with anticipation.

I smiled and pulled them to the sofa, where they sat close together.

I told them a story full of adventure, and the children were captivated, staring at me intently without blinking.

When they talked about thrilling parts, they would grip my clothes tightly with tension; when they talked about funny parts, they would laugh like silver bells.

I don't know how much time passed, but the children's eyelids began to droop as if weighed down by a thousand pounds, and they leaned against me like stalks of rice blown down by the wind.

I carefully carried them back to the room one by one, gently placed them on the bed, and covered them with blankets.

When I returned to the living room, I found Han Heng standing there quietly like a statue, his eyes as gentle as a pool of spring water, and he said softly, "Thank you for your hard work."

I smiled slightly and shook my head. Under the moonlight, we looked at each other and smiled, like a beautiful painting, the atmosphere was exceptionally warm.

No sooner said than done, the living room phone rang abruptly in the quiet night, like the cry of an owl.

Han Heng strode over quickly, taking two steps at a time to answer the phone. His face instantly turned as serious as a dark cloud.

After he hung up the phone, he looked at me intently and said in a hurried tone, "Han's company has encountered an emergency. They are at a loss, and I must rush over there to deal with it."

I looked at him with concern, nodded, and said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of things here."

Han Heng quickly changed his clothes and before leaving, he kept reminding me to take good care of myself and the children.

He had barely left when I sat on the sofa, feeling like I was sitting on pins and needles, my heart pounding with anxiety.

Suddenly, a ghostly black shadow flashed past the window, followed by a chilling sound.

I became as alert as a frightened bird, tiptoed to my feet, and cautiously went to the window to look out.

Just as I approached the window, a furry thing suddenly darted out from behind the curtains like an arrow, startling me.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a stray cat.

I breathed a sigh of relief and was about to expel it when I unexpectedly discovered a small tag around the cat's neck with a mysterious string of numbers written on it...

The dirty cat looked quite disheveled; its fur was stained with mud and water, and it emitted an unpleasant odor.

However, when it opened its mouth and barked a few times, I was surprised to hear words that were completely inconsistent with its appearance.

"Didn't that young master of the demon clan say that I would be taken in if I could find this woman? But now this woman looks like she wants to kick me out! I am the only white tiger in the world!"

The cat's voice revealed a hint of dissatisfaction and grievance.

Before I could even ask a question, this cat, which claimed to be the only white tiger in the world, rushed into the living room like a gust of wind.

It jumped onto my sofa without any hesitation, then sat down steadily, staring at me with an arrogant look, as if scrutinizing whether I was worthy of such a rare treasure.

Then, the cat started meowing again, seemingly talking to itself: "Why isn't she looking at me? Is it because I'm too dirty right now? Humph, if I hadn't been running so fast and accidentally fallen into a puddle, this woman would definitely be head over heels for me!"

Suddenly, the cat seemed to realize something. Its eyes widened, and it muttered to itself, "Wait a minute, that woman seemed to smile just now. Could she understand my language?"

I suppressed a laugh, looked at this narcissistic and arrogant "white tiger," and deliberately put on a stern face, saying, "You dirty fellow, how dare you swagger onto my sofa?"

The cat was taken aback at first, then its eyes widened in disbelief as it said, "You...you can really understand what I'm saying!"

I crossed my arms, nodded, and said, "That's right. Tell me, what do you want with me, and who is this young master of the demon race?"

The cat suddenly jumped up from the sofa and circled me several times. "My name is Linghu. That young master of the demon race said that as long as I find you, he can take me in and give me delicious food!"

I was both amused and exasperated; this tiger looked rather silly and cute.

Just then, the doorbell suddenly rang.

The spirit tiger instantly bristled and hid behind me, muttering, "Could it be that the young master of the demon race has come looking for us?!"

With a mixture of curiosity and wariness, I slowly walked towards the door...

Upon opening the door, Li Si appeared before her eyes. He exclaimed with delight, "Sister Le, it really is you back! When I first saw someone open the door, I couldn't believe my eyes. It wasn't until the door opened a second time that I dared to come and see for myself."

"Are you on patrol tonight? Have you seen that cat?" In order not to expose Baihu's identity, I could only lie to Li Si and say that it was a cat.

Li Si looked in the direction I was pointing and saw the dirty cat lying lazily on the sofa. He had a look of sudden realization on his face, as if to say, "Oh, so you were here!"

"Sister Le, this cat has been here for several days now, and it especially likes to loiter in front of your door. It won't come when I call it, and it won't eat when I give it food. I didn't expect it to run into your room. Do you need me to help you get it out?"

As Li Si spoke, he carefully observed my expression.

Seeing that I wasn't angry, but instead had a helpless smile on my face, he simply said goodbye and continued his patrol.

However, just as he turned around, I called out to him, "Fourth brother, don't tell anyone I'm back. I just miss the children so much. I don't want to make a big fuss. I have to leave in a few days."

Li Si immediately covered his mouth, as if afraid he might accidentally let something slip.