"Mm."
Inside the dark chamber of the meditation room.
Ye Qingxian admired Junior Sister's deliberately aloof demeanor.
It had a unique charm to it.
She actually wanted to call her a little loli.
But she was afraid she might let it slip afterward and be made to settle accounts after the autumn harvest by Junior Sister.
It had been fine to call Junior Sister a little loli before.
Ever since Junior Sister first became a mother, hearing those three words, "little loli," was enough for her to put on a prickly-fur display right where she stood. And do not forget—when Junior Sister's fur stood on end, it was no simple matter. At the slightest disagreement, she would give you a bite with her little tiger fangs.
If you insisted on thinking Princess had weak teeth, that she was merely a little kitten acting cute, with tiny teeth and tiny tiger fangs that did not hurt at all when they bit—
That was only because our Princess could not bear to truly sink her teeth in.
Once, Ye Qingxian thoroughly provoked Junior Sister. The red moon in the heavens flashed past in an instant, and bit Ye Qingxian's arm—despite her having already activated her physical defenses—until it was covered in blood. A broad patch of the ground was dyed red as well. The pain made the still-dazed woman want to bare her teeth and grimace. Even now, recalling it made the wound ache faintly.
"Go ahead."
I unhurriedly took a sip of clear tea.
The tea Ye Qingxian had prepared was bitter enough to make one feel stifled.
In my heart, I had already cursed a certain someone ten thousand times.
Yet outwardly, I still had to put on an airy, indifferent appearance.
Senior Sister, why are you so mean?
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