On the way.
"Sister Mianmian, wait for me!"
Xuejing Chan turned into wind and snow, fluttering all the way as she finally caught up with a woman.
That woman had fresh, flowing long hair, a tall and slender figure with plenty of curves, and two green flowers as her Hunyuan pupils—the exact same as Deputy Camp Commander Yang Cheng's.
She was like a graceful, jade-green elite. Wind seemed to follow her every step, her curves exquisitely alluring. Compared with a little girl like Xuejing Chan, she was indeed far more sophisticated in charm. Though she looked fresh and natural, she was secretly overflowing with seductive grace, clearly a woman of substance.
As she walked, she swayed like drooping willows in the breeze, dazzling the eye with her gorgeous allure.
Only after Xuejing Chan caught up did the woman called Sister Mianmian turn back and say in a faint voice, "Chan'er, why did you chat with that outsider for so long? Your two brothers have been waiting until they're impatient."
"Sister Mianmian." Xuejing Chan looked somewhat aggrieved. "He's my great-grandfather's disciple's grandson. I just wanted to pet his kitty, but I didn't get to. He said that cat was too naughty and might strike people with lightning... But it's fine. He promised that once the kitty behaved itself, he'd let me play with it!"
Upon hearing that, Sister Mianmian could not help rolling her eyes. Speechless, she said, "You really are childish. What's so fun about cats? What I mean is, those who are not of our kind are bound to harbor different hearts. You should stop associating with that outsider so much. People like him are easily carried away by pride. One look tells me he has no idea how much he weighs. He's like a fly, hated by everyone.