Ye Qingxian watched the Junior Sister walking ahead. She couldn't hold back any longer and finally asked the question that had been bothering her. "Junior Sister, did you call me out here to watch Ye Ranxing, or to flirt?"
"Ah, haha, well, um..."
I dug my toes into the ground, feeling rare embarrassment for a moment. Then I became indignant all over again.
Suddenly, I planted my hands on my hips... When a certain little girl got angry, even things she had no reason to be angry about could suddenly seem completely justified. I stared at Ye Qingxian and brazenly declared,
"What, we're not allowed to raise a daughter while flirting?"
Ye Qingxian fell silent for a long while, then slowly uttered two words. "We are."
The things the Junior Sister earnestly wanted to do.
What could a little cultivator like her do about it?
It wasn't as if she could tell her it didn't make any sense.
Ye Qingxian didn't say those words aloud.
Because she understood the Junior Sister's way of speaking now, too.
If she did say them, the Junior Sister would definitely seize the opportunity and fire back on the spot: Senior Sister, dear Senior Sister, does that mean we really can do anything?
Ye Qingxian could practically hear the tone in her head. For a split second, a shiver ran through her very bones.
I hummed a little tune as my steps grew lighter and lighter. My silvery, bell-like voice rang in Ye Qingxian's ears from time to time. There weren't any little rocks up ahead, and with my divine sense I could vaguely make out the general direction. It was more or less like speeding down a highway—I didn't have to worry about hitting anything in front of me.
"Be careful. You still can't