"What? You all have Legendary Relics!"
"What? You're the Yellow Dog and White Fox, members of the Thieves' Den that's been stirring up trouble lately!"
"What? He slapped Ying Le?!"
Murong Hui grabbed Yan Qing's hands, her eyes shining. "Which hand did you use? Had you washed it beforehand? Can you give it to me as a souvenir?"
Yan Qing tugged, but couldn't pull free. Murong Hui clung to his hands like a baby clutching a milk bottle, gripping them tightly. He rubbed and kneaded Murong Hui's little face with both hands. At first, she tried to struggle, but then she seemed to think of something and suddenly gave up, letting Yan Qing rub, pinch, and pull her face without resisting at all. She was incredibly obedient.
Only after Yan Qing let go did she give a smug snort. "Hmph, I fell into a mud pit and haven't washed my face since. You cleaned it for me!"
Yan Qing looked at Murong Hui's flushed little face, thought for a moment, and asked, "Then how about I pat your butt and help clean you up?"
"Go... go to hell!" Murong Hui planted her hands on her hips. "I saw right through you! You obviously just want to take advantage of me. You're such a pervert, bleh~"
"But I'm so beautiful, pretty, and cute. It's only human nature for you to have wicked thoughts about me." She bumped Yan Qing with her elbow, wearing an expression that begged to be punched. "For the sake of our being close friends, if you ask me sincerely, I suppose I could—"
"World's Cutest Sister Hui." Yan Qing cupped her waist with both hands. "May I?"
Murong Hui's entire body instantly tensed. The wicked grin on her face seemed to freeze. Even with her caramel-colored disguise,