A Man and a Woman Alone Isn't Right, So Mu Xi Has to Come Too?

"Take this."

Mu Chen wore a smile on his face.

"This is a good item."

Yao Chuan took it and looked, feeling somewhat surprised.

He recognized this thing; it was a Soul Tool, a Heavy Silver Ring, belonging to the category of spatial Soul Tools.

The first thing that came to Yao Chuan's mind was the Heavy Silver Ring that Mang Tian had gotten for Tang Wulin in the original work.

He tried probing his consciousness into the ring.

Whoa!

The space inside was much larger than the Heavy Silver Ring Tang Wulin had received!

It was a full five or six cubic meters in size.

Yao Chuan exclaimed internally, Good heavens.

Is this the capability of an Eight-Star Saint Craftsman?

Using the same materials, the level of the item produced by such a master was simply a cut above.

Yao Chuan truly and deeply experienced what it meant to be an Eight-Star Saint Craftsman.

Exclamations aside, Yao Chuan didn't stand on ceremony with Uncle Mu Chen.

He tucked the ring away with great solemnity.

He returned home that evening.

Yao Chuan turned on the lights and discovered that Na'er was already sitting obediently on the sofa in his room, clutching her little blanket.

She still had that pitiful look about her.

Curled up in the corner of the sofa, her fair, slender calves were pressed together beneath her thin nightgown, swaying slightly and gleaming with a delicate luster under the light.

At this moment, Na'er was tilting her small face up, looking at Yao Chuan with watery eyes and revealing a glimpse of her pearly white teeth.

"Bro-ther..." she asked in a milky voice, her tone as soft and sweet as a freshly steamed rice cake, "Can I still sleep with you tonight?"

That timid posture, paired with her exquisite face of silver hair and violet eyes, and the tender, youthful figure faintly visible beneath her nightgown, was simply impossible to refuse.

Yao Chuan looked at her little appearance, his heart softening just a bit.

Before he could even speak.

A cold, sour-tinged snort came from behind him.

He turned to look.

Well, well.

Mu Xi was actually standing at the doorway, clutching her own blanket.

She was wearing a form-fitting pink pajama set, and the chest area was noticeably more developed than Na'er's; even through the soft fabric, one could see the budding, full, and rounded contours.

Below her slender waist, the beautiful curves extended abruptly, and the pajama pants hugged her perky, rounded bottom, outlining the full, vibrant lines unique to an adolescent girl.

Her two straight, long legs were exposed outside the pajama pants, symmetrical and smooth.

Under Yao Chuan's gaze.

Mu Xi's small face flushed slightly, as if stained with a thin layer of rouge.

She immediately puffed out her small chest, the soft curves swaying slightly from the movement.

She spoke with conviction, trying hard to make her voice sound righteous.

"Don't get the wrong idea, I... I'm just here to keep an eye on Na'er!"

"After all, a man and a woman alone in one room—it doesn't look good!"

That was what she said, but her bright eyes couldn't help but drift toward Yao Chuan's bed.

The one on the sofa, with silver hair and violet eyes, had a slender, tender figure and a fragile, endearing quality, like an exquisite and breakable porcelain doll.

The one at the door, with black hair and a pretty face, had a body that had already begun to sprout; her chest was budding, her waist was slim, and her hips were rounded, radiating the aura of youth and already possessing the graceful outline of a young girl.

Who could resist this?

However... Yao Chuan did indeed resist.

That night, the three of them lay on the same large bed and soon drifted off to sleep.

As for Mu Xi's behavior of being jealous of Na'er.

Yao Chuan wasn't too worried about it.

Because Yao Chuan understood in his heart.

Although Mu Xi seemed a bit jealous.

She had a good heart.

She didn't have a single bad bone in her body toward her little sister, Na'er.

As expected.

Early the next morning.

Mu Xi was exceptionally enthusiastic as she took the initiative to invite Na'er out for breakfast.

She called it a welcome ceremony for Na'er, adding that Na'er could eat as much as she wanted and that it was all on her.

Hearing this, Yao Chuan couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter right then and there.

Mu Xi heard him and widened her large eyes.

"What are you laughing at?" she asked Yao Chuan.

"Nothing, nothing," Yao Chuan said, waving his hand while holding back his laughter. "I just wanted to say that I'm coming too."

"You can come!" Mu Xi immediately emphasized, lifting her small chin. "But you have to pay for yourself!"

Yao Chuan nodded with a smile, not refusing, but his face still wore the expression of someone waiting to see a good show.

At first.

Mu Xi didn't understand what he was laughing at, but once she followed Na'er to the snack street.

Watching Na'er's performance.

Mu Xi finally understood what Yao Chuan was laughing about.

She was completely dumbfounded.

Good heavens!

Na'er... how could she be such a bottomless pit too?!

The aroma of the snack stalls mingled with the cooking fumes, permeating the air.

Na'er stood in front of a fried skewer stall, her small body unleashing astonishing combat power.

With a fried squid skewer in each hand, her little mouth opened and closed rapidly.

A few strands of silver hair stuck to her slightly puffed-out, rosy cheeks as she chewed.

She ate with great focus and looked adorable, but her speed was absolutely staggering.

Looking at Yao Chuan beside her, his movements were elegant and composed, yet his speed in eliminating food was no less impressive.

Two people, two mouths, as if they had activated bottomless pit mode.

The snack stall owners were beaming with joy.

Mu Xi could only feel her wallet wailing in silence.

She could clearly feel the weight of the pocket money in her pocket decreasing rapidly.

What made her even more devastated was this.

Na'er finished the last skewer in her hand.

She patted her little belly in satisfaction.

Then she looked up and said to Mu Xi with extreme innocence.

"Big Sister, I think... I'm only seventy percent full?"

As soon as the words fell.

Na'er's little nose sniffed hard.

Her eyes lit up instantly, and she took off, her little legs carrying her toward the clay pot beef stall that was wafting fragrance from behind.

As she ran, she said excitedly.

"So fragrant! It's the smell of beef!"

Mu Xi stood where she was, watching Na'er's retreating back.

She felt her hands trembling.

She couldn't help but mutter under her breath.

"No way... this... she can still keep eating?"

She looked down at her own flat stomach, then looked back at Na'er's still-slender waist in disbelief.

Where did all that food go?

Yao Chuan found her expression—a mix of heartache, shock, and bewilderment—particularly amusing.

He was just about to speak up and say he would cover part of Na'er's food expenses. He couldn't really let her eat Mu Xi's wallet dry today.

After all, Na'er was someone he had insisted on keeping.

Before the words could leave his mouth.

His attention was interrupted by a figure that suddenly darted out from the side.

Blocked their path.

Yao Chuan fixed his gaze upon the figure.

It was a youth.

He had short brown hair, and his dark green eyes were quite distinctive.

At this moment, he was staring intently at Yao Chuan with a look filled with scrutiny and intense fighting spirit.

That gaze seemed as if it wanted to see right through Yao Chuan.

"It's you!" the youth said in a loud, clear voice. "I remember you! Your name is Yao Chuan, right!"

Yao Chuan was also taken aback by being suddenly called out.

He looked the other over from head to toe for quite a while before finally remembering who he was.

An odd expression immediately appeared on his face.

"Xie Xie?"