The Art of Hosting Guests!

Li Yao knew what Lin Xiaowei was thinking.

Ever since she had seen the Saint Mage's statue at the Council of Elders, she had been suspicious of everything.

So he reassured her, "Don't worry! If your sister really is some Saint Mage, isn't that a good thing? What a massive thigh to cling to! Damn, wouldn't that be an easy win?"

Lin Xiaowei: "..."

Fuck, when he put it that way, it actually seemed to make sense.

But—

I couldn't be happy about it at all, okay?!

Li Yao continued, "Relax! No matter how badass your sister is, she's still your sister. Just put your sister's mind at ease!"

Lin Xiaowei immediately furrowed her brow and glared at Li Yao. "Are you taking the chance to insult me?"

As she spoke, she pinched the soft flesh at Li Yao's waist.

Hiss! That fucking hurt! Li Yao's face turned green. "Let go, did you hear me?! Let go!"

Lin Xiaowei refused!

Li Yao said, "Then I'm going to tickle you!"

Ignoring the pain at his waist, Li Yao lunged at Lin Xiaowei, ready to teach this little bastard a lesson.

Lin Xiaowei was so startled that she immediately let go, then kicked Li Yao over with a sweep of her foot. Taking the chance, she jumped off the bed. "Don't mess around, I'm telling you! I still have military matters to deal with. Go play by yourself!"

With that, she ran off.

Watching Lin Xiaowei's retreating figure, Li Yao propped up his chin and stared blankly into space.

No one knew what he was thinking about, but after a while, he started to smile.

A few days later, Lin Xiaowei had finally finished integrating the fleet under her command, and they set out as a whole for the Storm Sea.