Ye Zhaoxuan's inner voice, once again

Ye Qingxian and Ye Xiaoyao were guessing their youngest daughter's race.

The three little ones' conversation happened to turn to the same subject.

"Bad kitty."

"That little thing won't be a bad kitty like you, will she?"

Ye Ranxing folded her arms across her chest, brimming with swagger.

Ye Qixin shot her a glance and refused to indulge her in the slightest, raising a hand to rap her on the head. "Disrespect your big sister again, and I'll have no choice but to string you up and discipline you on Mother's behalf."

At the words "string you up," Ye Ranxing's little body gave a rare shudder. Then she stubbornly puffed out her chest again. "So what? You're just taking advantage of being a cat, and being born a little earlier than me. You've already gotten such a huge advantage. Can't I even say a thing or two about you?"

Ye Qixin: ...

What kind of logic was that?

Ye Ranxing spoke as though she had every right.

Ye Qixin inwardly pressed a hand to her forehead. Forget it. Why argue with a two-year-old girl who had never gone to school, could barely speak clearly, and had yet to develop her understanding? It would only make her seem ungenerous as the eldest sister.

"It would be nice if our fourth sister were a kitten."

"I could take her climbing trees and teach her the life skills cats need." Every cat mother taught her offspring her own special abilities. Ye Qixin was already a three-year-old kitten and had long since learned most feline skills, so teaching a newborn sister would naturally be as easy for her as it was for ordinary cats of the Demon Race.

"I'll do my best to make her the happiest kitten of all." Ye Qixin was already