Buried in Spring's Ditch

After giving Zhu Juntang a small lesson, Liu Chang'an felt somewhat refreshed.

There was still a long road ahead in training her. It was something that required long-term planning and execution, and Liu Chang'an had plenty of patience.

Zhu Juntang was still only a little lamb. It was understandable that she was especially mischievous, and Liu Chang'an did not intend to hold it against her too much. Still, he had to teach her a lesson now and then, lest one day she pushed him so far that he could not resist skinning her and turning her into all sorts of lamb dishes.

Should he hint a little that, although he was not her "father" in the usual sense, her birth did have something to do with him?

Liu Chang'an hesitated. He did look forward to a new kind of relationship forming, but on careful thought, the drawbacks would probably outweigh the benefits. Zhu Juntang might become spoiled by his favor, feel that she had an even tighter grip on his thigh, and then charge bravely down the road of courting death, singing all the way. It was entirely possible that she would bleat her way into the distance, unstoppable.

He would suppress that thought for now. Liu Chang'an took out his phone and saw that Zhu Juntang had sent him a picture. A girl's skirt had been lifted, revealing the point where her waist met her legs, wrapped in pantyhose.

A note had been stuck above it, bearing several crooked words: "For Liu Chang'an Only."

Judging by the scene in the photograph, the girl had probably been concentrating on something when Zhu Juntang found an opportunity to play a prank.

The reason he could tell that this was a girl rather than some creature like a cross-dressing man was that