"Waaah—"
Citlalli's mournful whimpering grew increasingly sticky and incoherent.
"All right, Grandma, open the door."
"...Don't call me Grandma."
"Hm?" Jiang Lianqiu raised a brow.
"I said, don't call me Grandma!" Citlalli poked her head out from behind the door, gritting her teeth at Jiang Lianqiu. "It's one thing when other people say it, but why are you calling me that too?! Am I really that old!? Aren't there plenty of people around you older than me!? What's wrong with me dressing a little more girlishly once in a while! Don't you like it!?"
Before Jiang Lianqiu could answer, Citlalli fixed him with tearful eyes and said resentfully:
"If you dare say you don't like it, I'll bury you in a field! I'll fertilize you myself!!!"
The moment she finished speaking, everything fell silent.
After a moment, Lumine said faintly, "Grandma... that fertilizing... is it the proper kind? Is that how wild you usually play...?"
Citlalli: "—!!!!"
Where did this big yellow-haired girl come from?!
Still the Same Old Yogurt
Citlalli's door ultimately failed to stay shut.
It wasn't because Jiang Lianqiu had used much force—after he withdrew his hand, Citlalli let go of the door herself.
A pink sleeve retreated through the crack in the door, replaced by a sticky mumble that was nearly impossible to make out. "...Come in. No laughing."
"I won't laugh." Jiang Lianqiu raised a hand in promise.
Then he stepped over the threshold and took in the full view of the living room.
The corner of his mouth twitched.
"You! Said! You! Wouldn't! Laugh—!!!"
Citlalli's fist was already flying toward him.
Unfortunately, the difference in their height was too great. Her little pink fist landed on Jiang Lianqiu's chest with so little force that it was like knocking on a door that had no