Ye Qingxian took a beating.
Ye Qingxian's head was practically made of ten-thousand-year agarwood. After taking several knocks, it showed no sign of suddenly becoming enlightened as I had expected. Instead, she stared at me in confusion. "Junior Sister, why did you hit me?"
It wasn't that Ye Qingxian couldn't beat Junior Sister.
It was just that her mind was a little muddled. She had even deliberately cooperated, letting Junior Sister "vent her anger" and intentionally allowing herself to be knocked to the ground.
"You can hug me if you want. You could even hold me while sleeping. I wouldn't mind."
"But you can't..." I was holding in a breath of anger, and for some reason, I couldn't get the rest of the words out.
Under Ye Qingxian's bewildered gaze, my face flushed red. Finally, I forced out a complete sentence through clenched teeth. "Who told you to inhale?"
As I spoke, my fists clenched tighter and tighter.
Ye Qingxian's beating wasn't undeserved.
She opened and closed her mouth, her explanation sounding somewhat feeble. "I wanted to see if it smelled nice."
"Fine, see if it smells nice." What kind of stupid yet straightforward answer was that? I was almost laughing from sheer exasperation.
So she still hadn't realized what she had done.
She even seemed to feel a little wronged.
I took a deep breath, then planted my hands on my hips and asked her through my exasperated laughter, "So, did you figure out whether it smelled nice?" Surely she could understand that much.
Ye Qingxian hesitated for a while.
She had originally wanted to say that she had.
But seeing Junior Sister like this, she somehow felt it would be better not to say anything.
Ye Qingxian remained silent. I was so angry my teeth itched. Whenever I