Sometimes Lu Feng couldn’t help but admire Sisha. Every time she visited, she’d happily eat his usual otaku meal set—never tiring of it.

Yuzi was similar, though she barely glanced at the fridge. Instead, she lit up at the snacks in her own locker.

Naturally, Lu Feng’s place was never short on snacks. He bought them by the crate, with long expiration dates—enough to keep him fed for weeks without restocking.

The moment the two girls arrived, they’d split his otaku stash into cooked and raw portions and clear it out completely.

But with Sisha cooking daily, Lu Feng rarely relied on those anyway. Since he didn’t eat them, letting the girls enjoy them was fine.

“Feng… um…”

Lu Feng scooped food onto a spoon and brought it to Yuzi’s lips. She shook her head and pointed toward his storage locker.

“Be good. Those are for after dinner,” he said gently, placing the spoon in her mouth.

“Mmm~”

Yuzi’s ears twitched. She wagged her tail reluctantly but accepted the spoon, slowly sipping the food from it.

After meals, Yuzi would curl up on the sofa with a bag of chips, munching quietly. Lu Feng sometimes murmured a reminder, but since she loved them, he indulged her.

Still, too many chips would cause heatiness. He’d need to brew chrysanthemum tea to cool her down later.

Though he wasn’t sure if it was his imagination, Lu Feng noticed Yuzi’s speech grew slightly more fluent—half a point, maybe a full point—after finishing her snacks.

Could potato chips be some kind of supplement for cats? He had no idea.

Sisha sipped her meat broth delicately, eyes drifting to Yuzi, already sprawled on the sofa with a chip bag.

Inside that bag wasn’t ordinary chips—it was mandrake tuber, also called “devil’s apple.” Uprooting it unleashed a cursed scream; the whole plant was toxic. Only the soul within held value.

This batch had been specially baked to remove poison, refining the soul into pure nourishment—a top-tier power-boosting supplement.

Thanks to eating it regularly, Yuzi’s true strength was nearing the sixth level.

Sisha felt a faint pang of envy toward the little cat, always allowed to stay by Lu Feng’s side.

“Thank you again for your generosity today,” Sisha said with a slight bow that evening.

“They’re just ordinary things. Take what you like,” Lu Feng smiled.

*Meat of ancient mythical beasts…* To the God of Medicine, truly mundane. Perhaps once, it was commonplace fare on the Primordial God’s table.

Yet each time she ate from Lu Feng’s fridge, Sisha felt something subtly amiss in her body.

“I will strive to earn your approval,” Sisha added softly.

“Good. I admire self-motivated girls,” Lu Feng chuckled.

Watching her retreating figure, Lu Feng glanced up—the sky had deepened to dusk.

Time to close up. He pulled down the roller shutter.

Back at her residence, a servant stood waiting by the door, head bowed.

“Your Highness,” Malory began, “this path you walk… it is unwise.”

Malory, a loyal Blood Clan subordinate, stayed by Sisha’s side despite her weak standing in the royal succession struggle.

But look at her now.

Rising before dawn to pick fresh ingredients. Timing breakfast perfectly to Lu Feng’s wake-up hour, delivering it steaming hot.

Same for lunch and dinner—studying his habits, cross-referencing nutrition guides and cookbooks until every dish was flawless.

Sisha, gifted even among Blood Clan royalty… wasting that talent on cooking?!

“My affairs are my own,” Sisha said coldly. “I do nothing without purpose.”

“Yes… but please, do not let emotion guide you,” Malory hesitated. “You know the royal family will never accept this.”

“You speak too much, Malory,” Sisha cut in, displeased. “I will handle the royal family.”

“Yes…” Malory bowed his head.

Sisha closed her bedroom door. Malory lingered outside, staring at the wood. He hesitated—then lifted his chin, resolve hardening.

*This must be reported.*

A noble Blood Clan princess fawning over an utterly ordinary human? Absurd. The royal family already had plans for her…

If Her Highness remained obstinate, eliminating the root cause might be the only solution.

Inside her room, Sisha changed clothes. Barefoot, pale soles silent on the floor, she entered the bathroom, locked the door, turned on the heater, and sat on a stool beside the tub, hands resting on its edge.

She breathed slightly heavily, cheeks flushed. A wave of heat surged low within.

She’d felt this before—after drinking that bowl of spirit blood. Now, stronger.

*The mythical beast meat?* The food from Lu Feng’s fridge was unsealing something long suppressed.

A sudden, vivid longing surfaced: to meet someone… grow close… become entwined…

Lu Feng’s face flashed in her mind.

*No.* This was disrespectful. The God of Medicine had warned her. She shoved the thought away.

But… hand pressed to her chest, feeling her heartbeat quicken…

Why did forbidden thoughts feel so tempting?

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…

Late night settled over the quiet town. Thanks to Lu Feng, no square-dancing aunties paraded under the streetlights. As dusk fell, homes glowed softly behind closed doors.

Streets lay empty. Only wind whispered through the alleys.

Then—a sharp gust lifted fallen leaves. A bare-chested, muscular figure landed silently. Two triangular ears perked up, scanning the dark.

“The wind is particularly noisy today.”

The Wolf King surveyed the stillness. Moonless. Windy. Perfect for action.

He crouched low, claws sliding out soundlessly, sprinting toward a small clinic on the secluded street.