11: Chapter 11 Do you want to eat?

After leaving the Security Bureau, with Lin Qiaoyan's enthusiastic help, Qian Mo easily rented a moderately priced house near the school.

Of course, from the landlord's respectful expression, he instantly guessed that his senior schoolmate must have been secretly exerting her influence.

Is she doing this to increase my favorability and make me owe her a big favor? Is she interested in my potential? But... I don't dislike it.

Qian Mo placed the little wolf cub, who was a bit 'carbohydrate-dizzy,' on the sofa, then squatted down, looking at her expressionlessly, silent.

"You can talk, right?"

Buzz~

The boy's blunt words made Xing Yaoyan's heart skip a beat.

But she still pretended to be puzzled, tilting her head and looking into his eyes, unaware that a faint golden pattern was gradually appearing on her body—a sign of the Power Of Will operating.

Qian Mo extended his hand, slowly reaching out towards her.

Xing Yaoyan's ears instantly perked up, and she unconsciously bared her sharp teeth, but quickly, she lowered her head and forced herself to retract her teeth.

It had only been a few hours since the great battle, and the spiritual energy in her body hadn't even recovered by half. Moreover, after sensing the boy's spiritual energy fluctuations, she knew he was only around First-Order, even lower than the burly man she had killed earlier. Although she didn't know why he could take one life from the Snake Demon, she had a premonition that if she were at her peak and in her transformed state, killing that Snake Demon would only require a little more effort.

Of course, if it weren't for a complete falling out, she really didn't want to kill a boy...

Perhaps it was his gentle caress during their first meeting, perhaps it was his resolute figure when he came to her rescue, or perhaps it was his firm protection of her in front of the Silver Dragon Enforcer... Anyway, I cannot attack him, I cannot, absolutely not...

Eh?

Just as she was momentarily stunned, a warm sensation came from the top of her head.

She looked up. Qian Mo was looking at her gently, slowly stroking her head.

A reassuring touch came from the boy's hand. Her body slowly relaxed, and her previously perked ears gradually flattened.

"If you don't want to talk, then don't. I believe you're not that kind of bloodthirsty demon."

Qian Mo said this.

As a top assassin in his previous life, he often had to gather information through eavesdropping for missions, so he had long developed the ability to extract key sounds from noise. He heard that abrupt sound in the Security Bureau and knew he hadn't misheard. This little dog... oh no, this little wolf cub could really talk. And her voice was quite pleasant.

She clearly comes from a distinguished family...

If she fell into the hands of the Security Bureau...

Qian Mo shook his head slightly.

[Ding! Detected an increase in the pet's favorability towards the host. It has now exceeded 50 points, meeting the requirements for signing a Contract Beast.]

[Ding! Wuwu~ The host is too pure, moving this System. Now issuing a reward mission: Share your lunch with Xing Yaoyan; Reward: A Contract Beast Signing Scroll with 100% success rate.]

[May the host's martial path flourish, and may you eat well soon]

Unconsciously ignoring the System's final off-key blessing, Qian Mo was instantly stunned.

What? Didn't it say only Spirit Beasts could become Contract Beasts? Demons can too? Is she not a demon? Right, I haven't sensed the bloody smell of Demonic Power from her. No, no, low-level Spirit Beasts can't talk... unless...

She was modified! An artificial Spirit Beast!

Artificial Spirit Beasts are now universally condemned, and the government is vigorously regulating and cracking down on them. It can be said to be an underground black industry.

Right, right, all her insecure behaviors now make sense.

At this moment, Xing Yaoyan, who was squinting and indulging in the gentle comfort of the caress, felt the hand on her head suddenly stiffen. Startled, she quickly jumped aside, secretly slapping herself in her mind: You are a noble Heaven-Swallowing Star Wolf, you idiot, why are you acting more and more like a dog!

What surprised her was that Qian Mo was looking at her with an extremely pitiful gaze, the same look she had in her previous life when she saw patients with cerebral palsy.

She instantly felt a chill.

But before she could make any other move, Qian Mo turned and walked into the kitchen.

Xing Yaoyan curiously followed him and then witnessed an unforgettable scene: three or four robotic arms danced rapidly, and the boy danced among the robotic arms, washing and cutting vegetables. He cooperated seamlessly with the robotic arms. Then, exquisite dishes were made from it.

This was the first time Xing Yaoyan, born in a big city, felt like a country bumpkin.

How could she know that when it came to cooking, Qian Mo had, after all, infiltrated as a famous chef several times in his previous life, so cooking was naturally a piece of cake for him.

Within a few minutes, three dishes, perfect in color, aroma, and taste, appeared on the dining table.

Although Xing Yaoyan had already eaten an entire bag of Spirit Crystals at the Security Bureau, that only replenished the Power Of Will in her spiritual sea. To truly fill her stomach, it was still far from enough.

Her eyes were fixed on a plate of Sweet and Sour Pork Ribs, the golden sauce making her mouth water rapidly.

But her human rationality still suppressed her wolfish desires. After all, she was still living in someone else's house as a pet wolf, so eating leftovers was the basic situation.

However, when she saw Qian Mo take out two bowls from the kitchen and gently place one in front of her, she was stunned.

Xing Yaoyan looked up at the boy's serious face, her heart skipping a beat.

He genuinely treated her as family, yet she was still wary of him everywhere...

But...

The online prohibitions against the Yao Race, the helpless feeling when she was imprisoned, and the most direct example of the brutally killed Snake Demon, constantly suppressed the impulse in her heart.

I'm sorry, I still can't trust you right now...

Qian Mo looked at his little wolf cub, who was hanging her head as if she had done something wrong, and couldn't help but feel a little heartache.

"Do you want to eat?"

He asked gently, as if he had long forgotten the fact that she could speak and was likely a demon.

Xing Yaoyan nodded slightly.

Unbeknownst to her, as a piece of sweet and sour pork rib went down, the ice in her heart slowly melted a corner with its warmth.