Bang!
A sudden crash brought everyone's movements to an abrupt halt and drew every eye in the Living Room.
I looked toward the sound and saw Viska, who was sitting nearby, lifting her head from the coffee table in confusion. She rubbed her bright red forehead, her eyes full of innocence as she looked around. In front of her, the coffee table bore a shallow dent surrounded by radiating cracks.
Clearly, Viska had just slammed her head into the unfortunate coffee table. Even the marble surface could not withstand the steel headbutt of my four-foot-tall little girl, and it had been smashed into something resembling a turtle shell.
"Uh, is there something you don't like about this Tea Dan?"
LiliNa asked nervously. It was obvious that furiously headbutting a dent into marble was not a common reaction, and given Viska's personality—which could go berserk at any moment—the Archbishop was deeply concerned for her own safety. At dinner, she had just stolen a piece of Viska's cake. Her technique had been incredibly clumsy; everyone present except Ding Dang had seen it.
"I don't know." Viska was still looking around in confusion, seemingly searching for the sneak attacker who had secretly flicked her forehead. But those bright crimson cat eyes found nothing in the end. She rubbed her slightly reddened forehead, then crawled over the coffee table and leaned before me pitifully. "Brother, Brother, someone hit me from behind."
Looking into Viska's watery crimson vertical pupils, I felt that she did not seem to be lying. So I looked up at Pandora, who was on standby. "Pandora, are you bullying your little sister again?"
"It wasn't this idiot this time." Viska wriggled out of my arms, burrowed onto the sofa, then burrowed back to the coffee table like an adorable caterpillar. The