Interstellar travel, a beloved companion, a magnificent and turbulent otherworld.

When Dongfang Yu and Mo Jun were about to challenge Ye Zixuan to a duel, Mo Li's words made him change his mind, and somehow he blurted out: "Spicy."

"Huh? Spicy? Don't you like sweet and sour flavors?"

Dongfang Yu looked slightly awkward for a moment, then coughed lightly, pressing his fist to his lips: "It's nice to change things up sometimes."

Mo Li had no choice but to say, "Alright."

"We need to talk to Ye Zixuan about something. Sorry, we won't be able to cook dinner with you tonight. Thank you for your help, Ali."

Mo Li waved his hand dismissively: "With Pinkie Pie and those convenient home appliances, I don't really need to do anything."

"That's still hard work. Without Ali's cooking, there wouldn't be such delicious food."

"Oh! It's been a few days, Dongfang Yu, your tongue has gotten sweeter."

Dongfang Yu suddenly leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear, "Want to try some?"

"Ah, no, you all, what's wrong with you all? Oh well, I'll go prepare dinner."

If this continues, she's afraid she'll become hopelessly addicted to their beauty. They're all so alluring, why can't they be a little more reserved? Where's male virtue? Have they all been thrown into the interstellar black hole?

Mo Li rushed into the kitchen, completely ignoring the three men in the living room. Little did she know that the next second, Ye Zixuan was being carried out of the villa by Mo Junlin and Dongfang Yu, his attempts to call for help being immediately silenced.

This foreshadows that he is about to experience a brutal beating from two people working together. Both of them are empowered by high-level superpowers, so it won't be something that can be resolved with just sparks and lightning. In short, the scene will be so tragic that it will be unbearable to watch!

Throughout the entire ordeal, Ye Zixuan was subjected to a brutal beating. He started out stubborn and unyielding, then could only instinctively let out howls of pain, and finally, not only was he covered in bruises and swelling, but Mo Junlin also rewarded him with a bolt of purple lightning, leaving him unrecognizable. It's no exaggeration to say that even his own mother wouldn't recognize him; he was barely breathing.

Ye Zixuan finished exhaling the white smoke from his mouth. He had only recovered one percent of his strength, leaving only his toughest mouth. He glared at the two of them and kept spewing insults, mainly directed at Mo Junlin. He was not convinced. Why was he the one who got beaten up when they were both trying to climb into each other's beds, and Mo Junlin was the one who started it?

Why let yourself bear the brunt of everything in the end?

What Ye Zixuan didn't know was that his beating was truly unjust beyond belief. Why?

Look at us sitting at the dining table now, even though there are four delicious and colorful dishes on the table: sweet and sour pork, sweet and sour pork tenderloin, sweet and sour lotus root, and squirrel-shaped mandarin fish.

Dongfang Yu still chose to eat the spicy toothpick moo moo meat, spicy roasted sheep ribs, mixed spicy salad, spicy crab, spicy roasted fish, and boiled sliced ​​meat. These were all very spicy dishes, and he even fought with the other two for them.

Seeing that the sweet and sour dishes were suddenly being ignored, Mo Li couldn't help but smile. Perfect timing, that's exactly what she wanted to eat today, otherwise she wouldn't have made four dishes at once, especially the squirrel-shaped mandarin fish, which is one of her favorite dishes.

Especially the fish that was fished out of the interstellar seabed. After purification, the meat was tender and delicious, and it only had one bone on the main spine. This was perfect for her, who loved eating fish but hated fish bones.

She completely ignored the undercurrents between the three men at the table, especially Ye Zixuan, who was glaring at Dongfang Yu and gritting his teeth as he said:

"You despicable scoundrels, didn't you despise and scorn me? Why did you join forces with him to beat me half to death? And what are you doing now, Dongfang Yu?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Li looked at them strangely: "What? You got beaten up, Dongfang Yu? You'd better not eat spicy food anymore, sweet and sour food is more suitable for you."

Even a complete idiot could glean something from Ye Zixuan's words. While sympathizing with Ye Zixuan, he was also trying to stop Dongfang Yu from trying to climb into his bed in his own way.

As for whether he would seek justice for Ye Zixuan, who was beaten up, the answer is no!

She also knew that the strength of interstellar men required going through one battle after another. No matter the method or the world, the strong would always stand at the top, while the weak would only be beaten. The only way out was to become stronger, to become strong enough.

Ye Zixuan naturally understood this principle as well. Although his words were still filled with grievance, they also revealed a stubborn and unyielding spirit:

"Yes, they teamed up to beat me up, but it's only temporary. One day I will get my revenge. Ali, believe me, I can definitely protect you."

"Okay, good luck, young man! I'm waiting for you to protect me."

Upon hearing this, Mo Junlin's eyes darkened. He secretly felt that he hadn't hit him hard enough. If it weren't for the fact that he didn't want Mo Li to see his miserable state and would be overly concerned about him, and that he could win Mo Li's pity, he would never have let him lie back in the treatment ward.

What's wrong with him now? He's forgotten the pain once the wound heals, and he's decided that if he has the chance next time, he shouldn't hold back so much.

If Ye Zixuan knew what Mo Junlin was thinking at this moment, he would only fight him even harder. What a dog, a cold-blooded monster, without a shred of humanity! He almost got beaten to death, and he was still holding back.

Dongfang Yu's plan was thus thwarted, and he naturally held a grudge against Ye Zixuan. Little did he know that the two people who had just walked past him were already planning how to beat him up next time.

Seeing that Dongfang Yu had finally stopped fighting with them for the spicy food, Ye Zixuan, taking advantage of Mo Li's presence, started to verbally harass him:

"Hey, that's more like it! You're too weak to eat spicy food. Sweet and sour is more to a young girl's taste."

Mo Li was already ready to pack up her hard-earned dishes, determined not to let the men's fighting ruin her efforts. Of course, she still "kindly" reminded them, "Be careful with the dishes. If my cooking doesn't suit your tastes, I won't bother making it again."

"No."

"how come?"

"I'm sorry, I'll be more careful next time."

Only Dongfang Yu had the most proper attitude, knowing to apologize immediately. With his example, the other two also behaved themselves after apologizing. Ignoring the constant barrage of sharp glances, the meal was actually quite harmonious.

To avoid the three of them, Mo Li finished dinner and said, "I'm a little sleepy and going to rest. You can do as you please."

And so, she was finally able to spend a wonderful night undisturbed.

For the next two days, only three spicy dishes were served at each meal, and she deliberately reduced the spiciness.

Even so, her comfortable nights of sleeping alone lasted only two days and two nights.

On the third night, she had just finished washing up and was about to lie down for a good night's sleep when there was a loud knocking on the door, followed by a hurried voice tinged with pain:

"Ah, Ali, open the door. It's me. Please, help me."