It was already late at night.
Ye Qingxian lingered in the courtyard for a while longer. Only after she was completely certain Junior Sister wouldn't come out tonight did she leave, still feeling dazed.
It was strange, really.
How had she let her head get hot and acted so abruptly toward Junior Sister?
Junior Sister's face had gone so red. She probably wouldn't feel comfortable talking to her for at least three days.
The next day.
The three little dumplings got up right on time.
That was a good habit they'd developed under my guidance.
They couldn't formally cultivate yet, but if they were already sleeping in, that was simply unacceptable! Once they could cultivate immortality, who knew how lazy they'd become?
Yangyang had been able to cultivate for a long time. She was even a little fairy at the second realm.
Still, I hoped she'd grow a little taller. She couldn't stay barely any taller than me, a little shorty, so I often told her to get more rest.
But going back to how things used to be was too much.
She'd often stay away from home for days at a time. Anyone who didn't know better might think she was a little stray kitten with no mother.
Yangyang had eaten her fill and was sunning herself on the roof.
She'd grown a little bigger now, so I no longer stopped her from "climbing onto the roof and tearing off the tiles."
Actually, when I saw her climb up there to bask in the sun, a powerful urge stirred in me too, almost impossible to suppress. I wanted to turn into a little cat myself, sharpen my claws on a tree a few times, or climb somewhere high and curl up for a nap.
It was a primal yearning