There were plenty of strength and tricks.
"Then why is it like this here...?"
Xiao Yan followed up on Yao Wan's topic.
He did not actually think Wan'er was all that wild when viewed the other way around, but since she had said so herself, Xiao Yan wanted to take this chance to learn a little more about her.
"Differences create distinctions. If I didn't make good use of that talent to do something, wouldn't that be too wasteful?"
Yao Wan folded her arms, then awkwardly scratched her head before saying,
"Like all those countless hypothetical scenarios before, wondering over and over what I would do if I gained strength far beyond ordinary imagination. The difference was that I really did have that kind of power then, so naturally, I subconsciously wanted to do things I liked or found interesting."
"Isn't that only human? There's nothing to be ashamed of, is there?"
"That's why I said my situation is different—"
Yao Wan could not help rubbing her forehead. Who could have imagined that she would come here in this life, or even become a woman?
All those preferences she had once so enthusiastically talked about had now more or less come back to bite her.
"...What would Wan'er say back then?"
Seeing Yao Wan unconsciously grow slightly troubled, Xiao Yan's curiosity only deepened, and he could not help asking.
Yao Wan's body gave an involuntary shudder.
She liked older sisters with long, straight black hair.
Preferably with curves that were just right.
Any kind of stockings would do, though bare legs had their own special charm too.
And pretty feet, please.
"Mm... There's nothing much to say."
As those memories that should have died began frantically attacking her after Xiao Yan's reminder, Yao Wan instinctively shifted her gaze away. No—these