Ye Qingxian Learns to Pet Cats

Beneath the brilliant sunlight.

Ye Qingxian could see the young girl's sharp little claws, which she had yet to put away after the battle.

At this moment.

Ye Xiaoyao followed a cat's post-hunt habit.

After successfully hunting, she licked the claws she had just used.

The tip of her pink tongue peeked out slightly, licking along the path of her nails.

Ye Qingxian watched every bit of how the young girl drew her tongue back in.

The next moment.

Their gazes collided in midair.

Ye Qingxian was not embarrassed either. "Baby, you were so cool just now!"

"Was I?" I smiled sweetly and retracted my little claws, while the huge tail behind me still swayed out of habit.

That incomparably fluffy, enormous tail numbered a full ten. As they spread out behind me, there was not the slightest sense of incongruity. Instead, they looked natural and breathtaking, carrying even more immortal grace and beguiling charm than the legendary Nine-Tailed Spirit Fox.

"Hehe." I was still very happy to be praised by Senior Sister. After all, it was my first time fighting several stages above my level. The surging excitement left in my blood had yet to completely cool, and my heart thumped wildly in my chest to the beat of that exhilaration.

With no pink paw pads for her eyes to feast upon, Ye Qingxian naturally fixed her gaze on another target—the ten enormous tails behind her Junior Sister.

They were beautiful large tails that had made her unable to put them down countless times.

Yet she had never hugged them to sleep even once.

She felt a little regretful.

"Junior Sister."

Ye Qingxian softly called to the person before her.

"Huh?" I answered.

Why was she suddenly calling me? And so formally, too. It made me inexplicably nervous.

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