Ye Qingxian showed no sign of anger whatsoever. She even calmly wiped her arm, feeling an inexplicable sense of peace and satisfaction, as though some gap deep in her heart had finally been filled. It was utterly strange.
A mere top-grade Spirit Water.
A mere little cat bite mark.
She had only been bitten once by Junior Sister.
It was nothing at all.
What could Junior Sister possibly have done wrong?
She was surely the one at fault. She needed to reflect on herself—how had she managed to make Junior Sister angry?
Before the old Daoist arrived, Ye Qingxian hurriedly taught Junior Sister some ways of speaking.
Her personality could be cultivated slowly later. It was better to teach her the manner of speaking first. That way, people presumably would not be able to see through Junior Sister's true personality, and it would be enough to handle the vast majority of situations for now.
"Xiaoyao, repeat after me."
No, you're doing this again?
I was genuinely dumbfounded.
I could only suppress my embarrassment and, with my toes practically digging into the floor, repeat every strange line Ye Qingxian taught me word for word.
Why were you teaching me this stuff again?
Couldn't you make use of that maxed-out affection level of yours and do some things with me in private that only adult Fairies could do? Why did you keep teaching me all this random nonsense...
For some reason, I was starting to lose it.
Had Senior Sister mutated, or had she truly not gotten the hint?
What was the point of constantly reinforcing my convictions over something that didn't even have the first stroke of the character eight yet?
It was like having an adorable little loli who obeyed your every word and had even agreed to be alone