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Ever since Little Grass had arrived, Nan Yan had to be extra careful with everything he did. She was so tiny that he constantly worried about accidentally stepping on her while walking or sitting on her unknowingly.

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Nan Yan's temper seemed to have mellowed somewhat without him realizing it, but at this moment, he was still a bit peeved. Instead of calling out to her, he extended a finger, intending to poke Little Grass awake.

His finger moved lightly, almost without strength, but Jiang Yan didn't budge.

Nan Yan grew a little impatient and used more force, causing Jiang Yan to roll over.

Jiang Yan awoke, bewildered.

Nan Yan instinctively turned his head away, feeling guilty. Then, remembering he was supposed to be angry, he turned back.

This single action was enough for Jiang Yan to understand the situation. Their eyes met – one trying to appear composed but clearly flustered, the other drowsy yet calm.

The two found themselves in an awkward cold war.

Initially, Nan Yan had avoided Jiang Yan, fearing she might be angry. But upon realizing Little Grass didn't care, he became upset himself.

However, when night fell, they still had to sleep in the same room. Nan Yan tossed and turned in bed, unable to help but reflect on his actions. He felt his attitude that day had been poor and might have frightened Little Grass.

Come to think of it, he was the first person Little Grass had seen after taking human form, and she hadn't interacted with anyone else. So, in Little Grass's mind, he was the only human...

The more Nan Yan thought about it, the more guilty and remorseful he felt. He threw off his covers, intending to apologize to Little Grass. But when he reached the table, he found that Little Grass was already asleep.

Her eyes were closed, fingers lightly curled, sleeping peacefully.

Nan Yan silently wished her goodnight, planning to apologize in the morning.

But opportunities don't always present themselves. Before Nan Yan could leave the house the next morning, he received a message from his company, telling him to pack his bags for a week-long closed training session.

What about Jiang Yan? This was the first thought that popped into his mind. The closed training would likely be very strict, possibly even requiring them to sleep in the practice room. Even if he brought Little Grass along, he wouldn't be able to take care of her.

Nan Yan hastily packed a few clothes, spending the rest of his time trying to create a self-sufficient environment for Jiang Yan.

He rushed to the supermarket and returned with a backpack full of snacks and drinks. He placed the tablet next to the charging cable and the air conditioner remote on the sofa... He even made sure to teach Jiang Yan how to answer video calls.

Even though Jiang Yan looked at him as if he were crazy, Nan Yan didn't back down. If he couldn't see Little Grass for a week, he'd worry himself to death.

The two, who had been in a cold war, suddenly found themselves separated. Nan Yan forcibly broke the icy atmosphere and called Jiang Yan on video as soon as he put down his luggage.

He had logged into his rarely-used secondary account on the tablet. The default ringtone played on loop, seemingly endless to human ears.

Nan Yan stared at the red hang-up button, growing increasingly anxious. Surely not, grass couldn't be that stupid, right? She seemed pretty adept at using the tablet. How could she not know how to answer a video call?

What a silly blade of grass.

Just as Nan Yan was grumbling, his phone suddenly made a "beep" sound. The waiting screen disappeared, and Jiang Yan's face appeared on the screen.

The tablet must have been propped up on the sofa, perfectly framing Jiang Yan. She was sitting close, making her appear quite large on the screen. At first glance, she looked almost like a beautiful human girl.

It was the first time Nan Yan had seen Little Grass's appearance so clearly – her blinking eyelashes, clear dark eyes, straight nose, and small red lips. It was a sweet face that many would admire, but Jiang Yan's expression added a touch of coolness to her features.

Nan Yan was stunned for a moment, then secretly took several screenshots. He was amazed – to think a goddess had been right beside him all along.

It wasn't until Jiang Yan asked him quizzically what he was doing that he managed to regain his composure, covering up by rubbing his nose bridge. Still, he couldn't help but stare at Little Grass's face as he mumbled, "Just checking if you know how to answer video calls."

His roommate, Second Brother, suddenly peered over, trying to see his screen. "Who are you talking to? You seem all lovey-dovey."

Nan Yan quickly hid his phone. Second Brother sensed something was off and raised an eyebrow. "So secretive. Is it your girlfriend?"

"Go away," Nan Yan said, moving aside and clarifying, "It's just a kid."

Second Brother acknowledged with a sound, realizing it wasn't appropriate to joke about a child.

When Nan Yan looked back at his phone, the video call had already ended. The screen reflected Nan Yan's disappointed face.

He tapped the screen dejectedly, as if tapping Little Grass herself, and muttered to himself, "Ungrateful little grass."