It was hard to explain why, when Xiao Xue suddenly sat on my lap, my first reaction had not been to haul her aside, but to reach out and pat her head. Even accounting for blood relations, that was a little beyond normal.
Of course, Xiao Xue was my daughter, and unlike my other daughters at present, she shared a hundred percent of my bloodline. She was a daughter whom the future version of me had truly raised from an infant into a little girl, then a loli, and then a young woman. Though I could not possibly have those memories, some miraculous sixth, seventh, and eighth sense still gave me an inexplicable sense of closeness to Xiao Xue. But that should not have been enough reason for her to sit on my lap without hesitation—she was already seventeen or eighteen!
Were there really seventeen- or eighteen-year-old girls who could still so naturally burrow into their dad's arms? Though I was quite gratified by it...
Perhaps I needed to lament that, in this crazy age, kids were becoming more and more outrageous. Brats started developing rebellious streaks against their parents at ten, dared to plan running away from home and ruling the world by eleven, and by twelve, Hairy Girl already knew more than you had at eighteen. Once a loli turned thirteen, don't even think about kissing her—even if you were her dad. It was a sad fact, but these days brats were maturing earlier and becoming more absurd by the generation. Xiao Xue was a typical brat. She was an Imperial princess, yet she had been raised in turns by the most unreliable Royal Family Members in the multiverse. She was supposed to receive Royal Education, but in reality, even her language classes had been taught by a