Ye Qingxian's first thought was:
It was time to leave this place immediately.
She couldn't risk getting on Junior Sister's bad side.
No one could defeat a Junior Sister who was so delicate she couldn't even take care of herself when she got riled up.
"Ye Qingxian." My voice sounded fairly calm as I stopped at a not-too-near, not-too-far distance and quietly looked at the girl. Her beautiful ruby-red eyes gleamed brightly.
She didn't look like she was feeling anything in particular.
In truth, she was already riled up.
And she'd gotten riled up right at the height of her embarrassment.
Ye Qingxian had just been called by her full name, and now Junior Sister was staring at her, making her feel uneasy. "J-Junior Sister, why do you keep staring at me?" This wasn't the first time she'd been addressed by her full name. She was clearly used to it by now; Junior Sister had spent a while calling her only by her name.
I took a step forward and planted my hands on my hips, standing in front of her with a haughty air.
From Ye Qingxian's perspective, it looked as though Junior Sister wanted to strike the most imposing pose she could and demand an explanation from her Senior Sister.
Then she realized she could only look up at her.
Without a word, she took a step back.
Ye Qingxian: "..."
Maybe she should've crouched down first?
My expression unchanged, I lifted my chin. "Tell me, were you just laughing at me?"
Ye Qingxian kept the corners of her mouth under control. "No, I really wasn't laughing."
"Don't believe me? Ask Yangyang."
"I haven't said a word this whole time."
She was still explaining when she lowered her head—and saw that Junior Sister, who'd been silent for ages,