The Old Daoist's Bedchamber
I curled up beneath the covers, my slightly cool small hand pressed to my cheek.
Senior Sister.
So annoying.
At a time like this, couldn't she see how obedient I was? She'd even put on such a reluctant expression, even used that adorable look that was practically a Ye Qingxian trap—and yet she didn't give me a goodnight kiss. All she knew was to keep asking pointless questions.
Suddenly, I clenched my little fist.
A blockhead was still a blockhead. Even if she'd gotten the hang of things, it was no use. All she knew was how to ask mood-killing questions.
When couldn't she ask questions? It wasn't like I wouldn't answer. Yet she had to pick such an ambiguous moment, when our feelings could have warmed up.
What a killjoy.
I curled up slightly beneath the covers. Before long, borrowing the drowsiness from earlier, I breathed out soft, shallow warmth and fell asleep in my usual well-behaved posture.
In the courtyard.
Ye Ranxing and Elder Sister were picking up fallen leaves together.
Suddenly, she stopped and looked at Ye Qingxian. With a snort, she burst out laughing. "Ye Qingxian, don't tell me you got beaten up?"
"You really are no good at this. Mother left you alone with her private words, and all you knew was how to make her angry. If you ask me, hurry up and vacate your spot so I can take Mother to remarry. There are so many outstanding prodigies in the world—it's not like she has to have you. Why are you wasting Mother's time every day?"
The moment those words came out, Ye Zhaoxuan was stunned.
Y-Younger Sister, you're so brave.
She truly wasn't afraid of getting beaten at all. She dared to mouth off at anyone just for