Became a salted fish pretend heiress and handed over the system

"You’re just a system, and you don’t understand that reading novels and dating are two different things; they simply can’t be equated," Xia Yue argued defiantly, firm in her belief that the two could not be discussed in the same breath.

"What’s so different? Isn’t it all about dating?" The System failed to comprehend.

Yan Mo stood to the side with an indescribable expression as he watched them debate whether reading novels and dating were the same.

It was only when he saw that it was getting late that he spoke up to interrupt them, reminding them it was time to sleep. They still had to get up early the next day to continue teaching the beastmen how to make things.

They stopped then, or Yan Mo felt they would have kept arguing.

The good times were just squandered away by their bickering.

Returning to his room, Yan Mo didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Busy days always made it easy to lose track of time, and before they knew it, the tribe’s houses were built.