The Junior Sister Who Always Talks Big Was Going to Be Made Real—"Huh."
"Senior Sister~"
"Why did you stop talking?"
Ye Qingxian's true form was twenty centimeters taller than me.
Not to mention her actual Spirit Form, compared to Qing Ye, who was only a clone.
As I questioned her, I stood on tiptoe and waved my little hand in front of her.
"Oh, I was just thinking about something."
Ye Qingxian didn't dare say that she had just been caught in a complicated emotional struggle, wavering back and forth between whether her junior sister, that habitual loudmouth, was always deliberately tempting her—and whether she ought to personally make that loudmouth's words real.
Nor did she mention that the reason she had been silent all along was that she had been trying to soothe the heartstrings that had nearly snapped from all the teasing. She had finally managed to restrain her desire, only to be met with her junior sister innocently waving her little hand and questioning her.
"What were you thinking about?"
Seeing that my temptation had already worked, I had at least a bit of sense and didn't dare go too far.
If Ye Qingxian really lost control, I would be the one finished—and the one out of luck.
So, in what I thought was a silent little movement, though Ye Qingxian had seen through it all along, I turned slightly away and pulled the dummy on my shoulder farther up.
By the time I finished, my little face was already flushed red.
No matter how many times my heart had stirred, deep down, I was still that shy little fairy from before.
Since I had asked, Ye Qingxian fixed her gaze on her junior sister's shoulder and said, as though casually—or perhaps deliberately, "I was thinking that