Became a vicious male mother

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With Li Taihe absent, he, dressed as a woman, will be the sole mistress of the villa.

Now, he has stopped wearing women's clothing.

He had short hair, an Adam's apple, and was dressed in men's clothing.

These words were undoubtedly an attempt to force Li Hetai to acknowledge him as the "mistress" of Changgu Village.

The air was almost deathly still; all was quiet.

Inside the ebony cabinet, there was only the sound of breathing; if you listened closely, you could even hear each other's heartbeats.

Gu Xinglan released her grip weakly, her face expressionless, and said indifferently, "You can leave now."

If you can't increase the playtime, so be it; if you can't get it through effort, why force a child to do that...?

He couldn't help but chuckle.

Li Hetai's behavior sometimes leads him to misunderstand, to mistakenly believe that he is special to this child.

But because this person is Lai Hoe Thai, he wears a mask to everyone.

As a child, I wore a mask of silence; as an adult, I wear a mask of eloquence.

The only thing the two masks had in common was that he had seen both of them.

Was he special to Leong and Thai?

……

"Ah."

A light, airy sound.

The cabinet door opened and closed again, and the ebony cabinet returned to darkness.

The sweltering air dissipated somewhat, and it was finally no longer crowded.

Gu Xinglan was left alone in the closet, and the heat in her mind was slowly suppressed by the cool breeze that rushed in from outside.

Is this... to acknowledge him as the owner of this villa?

System: [Hmm.]

The electronic voice clumsily mimicked the hoarse voice from before, then chuckled: [Host, I knew this wouldn't be difficult for you.]

"Does he... recognize me as the owner of the villa?" Gu Xinglan murmured repeatedly.

The system showed no impatience and mimicked again: [Hmm.]

That's ridiculously easy...

"System, how is it? Will this work?"

With her mind clouded by fever, Gu Xinglan forced herself to ask a question despite her illness.

System: [Logically speaking, the ambiguous response from the task recipient should not be used as a standard for restoring the time spent on tasks.]

[However, the host is special! No one who undertakes a task ever receives affirmation from the task recipient! Special cases require special treatment.]

In short, it was a success.

The word "special" has been around him since he came into this world, simply because he had been in contact with Li Hetai in his previous life.

The more I think about it, the more absurd it seems.

Gu Xinglan wasn't smug; this special status was a burden to him. He shook his sweaty head and changed the subject:

"System, is my healing buff still working?"

The temperature was too high; his breath felt like it was spitting fire.

System: [If you wish to treat your illness, there is a prerequisite.]

[This can only be used if you are rescued.]

[For example, if you are seriously injured in a deserted place and face a situation where no one can help you, even if you have the "Rapid Healing" buff, you will still inevitably die.]

This means that if he wants his fever to come down, then someone must take some action to treat his fever.

"Can't I do it myself?"

As the saying goes, a doctor cannot heal himself; you cannot save yourself.

Only Li and Tai were in the room.

He looks sickly now, so saying anything harsh won't work.

Absolutely no deterrent power whatsoever!

Gu Xinglan struggled to climb out of the cabinet and slowly stretched out her hands.

Upon contact with the outside air, the cold sent shivers down my spine; the temperature difference was like a precipice, causing my muscles to contract rapidly.

He lost all his strength and fell to the ground.

Gu Xinglan rubbed her face hard against the carpet outside, feeling numb and painful.

The voice that came from his mouth was so low it was almost a whisper, as if he were about to stop breathing. He looked at the only person in the room: "Li Hetai..."

"Do you remember how I saved you?..."

"Don't forget that I cured your fever by taking care of you and changing your diapers..."

The voice grew weaker and weaker as it went on, and the words that came out were broken and intermittent.

I have a constant feeling that my brain is about to overheat and burn out.

There was no echo, only a sharp ringing sound.

So Gu Xinglan used all her strength to turn over, sprawling on her back, facing the ceiling, and closed her eyes in a daze.

He probably caught a cold when he got on the bus at the Polyanne Building.

The thought inevitably brings to mind the scene of someone in that black Bentley, not even glancing at him, forcing him to leave.

...I only kissed that person briefly on the outdoor terrace, and that was even while wearing a mask.

Unexpectedly, the man insisted that he change in the wild before getting into the car. The wind was particularly cold, and the auction was only a day and a half long. He had been drinking heavily and staying up all night.

Getting sick seemed like a foregone conclusion.

In conclusion, the auction has now come to an end.

Gu Xinglan's mind was a mess. After sorting out the reason for her illness, she slowly opened her eyes.

Unbeknownst to anyone, a shadow silently descended, and no one knew when it would appear.

He quietly shifted his gaze, fixing it on the owner of the shadow.

...The child was holding a wet towel.

Gu Xinglan smiled and said, "At least you have a conscience."

A wet towel was draped over her forehead, and water kept seeping into her hair.

Once the child finished building it, they didn't pay any more attention to him.

Looking up from below, you can see that Li Hetai, like a wooden figure, moves to the desk in a rigid and methodical manner.

Eraser? Pencil?

Is this person painting?

The child holds a pen on the table, moving mechanically.

You can't see what's drawn on that piece of paper.

And right next to him was the noodles he had cooked.

The surface is still at the same height.

It wasn't touched at all; if it were around today, it would probably be a rock by now.

System: [Host, how are you feeling?]

"I feel dizzy and lightheaded."

[Be content with what you have; the fact that the person you're working with is willing to offer you a towel is already a rare gesture.]

"Am I supposed to kowtow and bow three times to thank him?"

“When he had a fever, I didn’t sleep all night. Look at him now, I have a fever, but he still has the energy to paint.”

Who has a better conscience is obvious!

[Doing the right thing at the right time is a habit of the task recipient.]

The fact that the person being asked is now willing to do things outside the rules proves that you've already influenced them, doesn't it?

[Therefore... this system suggests that the host tear up the drawing of the task target now.]

[Let him know that this kind of kindness has absolutely no effect on you, his wicked stepmother disguised as a woman!! Then give him a good scolding for being an ingrate!!]

The change in tone was too abrupt, and Gu Xinglan's words were abruptly cut off by the system's sudden ruthlessness.

"...I have my own rhythm, you should step back."

Gu Xinglan waved her hand and turned over.

My eyesight is getting clearer and clearer, and what I see is no longer a blur.

It felt like a sudden enlightenment.

But now his mouth was dry, and he was just about to ask the child at the desk to bring him a glass of water when he heard a strange voice calling his name.

[Mission taker number 156, this is H.]

"!"

Upon hearing this, Gu Xinglan quickly sat up.

The towel rolled down onto the crotch with a "whoosh," slightly dampening the fabric, but the owner of the pants didn't react at all, completely focused on the unfamiliar voice in his mind.