During dinner.
Ye Qingxian asked as if it had just occurred to her, "Junior Sister, what's your true form called?"
She'd always been a woman of action. Whatever she thought of, she did.
What was the point of being curious if you didn't immediately go and find out?
I visibly froze. My little face flushed, and I lowered my head to pick at my food, refusing to answer directly. "Ah, well... don't ask about that. It's not important."
Yangyang hadn't heard what I said. She happened to raise her little hand and answer, "I know, I know! It's the Dark Realm Hell—"
"Ow!"
Before she could finish, I whacked her on the head.
Not too hard, not too soft.
Just enough to cut off what she was about to say.
"Eat your food. Don't make this all about you."
Yangyang went quiet and lowered her little hand. She obediently ate her food, then said in a small voice, "Mommy Ye Qingxian, Yangyang doesn't know either. Yangyang is only a two- or three-year-old baby. Yangyang doesn't know that much about Mommy." Her answer changed so quickly that Ye Qingxian barely had time to react.
Then the little one answered in her babyish voice, all serious and proper. It was utterly adorable.
She'd never lie.
Ye Zhaoxuan ate quietly the whole time.
She and Ye Ranxing had matching pale pink bowls.
Ye Ranxing exchanged a glance with her older sister. Neither of them said a word.
After the meal.
Ye Qingxian really wanted to know, so she begged her junior sister. "Junior Sister, just tell me this once, okay? I, Ye Qingxian, swear to the heavens I won't tell anyone else."
Why was she still asking? My face flushed even redder, and my hands twisted together. "Senior Sister, it's not that I