"That's not right, hiss hiss." My little nephew rubbed his nose with a finger, looking at me with a face full of curiosity. I chuckled and said, "Could it be that you recognize me?"
My little nephew narrowed his eyes halfway, seemingly sinking into thought. Yet for a moment, he still couldn't determine that I was indeed me, so he gave a silly grin and said, "You seem familiar. Do you know who I am?"
Zheng Qingling couldn't help blushing. She rolled her eyes at him and said, "Who knows who you are? If your nose is bothering you, hurry home and get it treated. You know women hate that sensitive nose of yours. If we don't spray on some perfume, I'm really afraid you'll sniff something out."
It seemed Zheng Qingling had good reason to dislike him. That keen sense of smell was practically an astonishingly strange natural gift. As for spraying perfume, that was merely a joke.
Jing Chen also secretly drew a breath of cold air. After all, my little nephew's move just now had nearly made him think they had been exposed, so he couldn't help saying, "Senior Brother, you're still the same as ever. That habit of yours isn't good. Speaking of which, the Star Realm should be waging war against the west recently, right? How do you have so much free time to come here? Leaving the battlefield midway is a grave offense."
"Hey, Jing Chen, when did you become so rigid? I'll tell you plainly why I came here: I'm pursuing your Sister Qingling. Anyway, everyone knows what I went to Sky City for. Now that I've come here, I'm not afraid to tell you. As for the northwestern war, the Lord of the Star Realm can worry about that. I can't let