Is Mom Thinking About Dad

"Good girl, stop right there. You still haven't drunk your soup—stop!"

"Mommy's going to get angry in a minute!"

In the back garden.

A graceful black-clad figure, incomparably voluptuous yet still elegant, wove through the flowers. Bent at the waist and holding a bowl, she chased the little Flower Butterfly ahead of her, who was shaking a pellet drum in her hand.

"Bleh, bleh, bleh~"

The little Flower Butterfly in front did not stop running, nor did her feet slow.

She simply turned her head and stuck her tongue out at the beautiful woman chasing her, chanting in a crisp little voice.

"I'm not listening, not listening. Old Mommy's chanting scriptures."

"Mommy won't tell Ling'er stories about Daddy. Ling'er is going to play with the aunties and keep listening to stories about Daddy."

"Ah—!"

Before she finished speaking, Ye Ling'er stumbled and was about to fall flat on her face. She turned her head and looked at the floor so close at hand, her face full of panic.

"Ye'er!"

Soul Power surged around Liu Erlong, and she was just about to throw aside the hot soup in her hand. But before she could move, several branches and vines grew out from among the flowers, turning into a soft cushion that caught the exquisitely pretty little girl safe and sound.

Pfft—!

"Ow."

Ye Ling'er crashed onto the hollow soft cushion woven from vines and could not help grimacing. Her little face turned slightly pale, the fright still lingering.

"Ye'er."

The elegance Liu Erlong had learned from Moonlight Pavilion seemed to have been carved into her bones. Even in such a dangerous situation, even while moving as swiftly as the wind, she still looked quite beautiful. She quickly reached Ye Ling'er's side and carefully checked her little body, asking with concern:

"Good