The Wife Who Changes Every Three Months

"No problem—"

It was only a small matter. What Mo Yi was more curious about was something else: Kiana was already a registered Cultivator. In theory, as long as she diligently took missions and improved her strength, being a Cultivator was no worse than any other profession. So why did Kiana, who clearly did not look like someone who enjoyed studying, still want to go to school?

Wasn't that just asking for trouble?

Hearing Mo Yi's question, Kiana smiled faintly. Thinking of her unreliable father, she said softly, "Because my father once said that he hoped I could live and grow up like an ordinary girl."

Sure enough, behind everyone who loved to laugh heartily was a sorrowful memory.

There was no rush about school, since it was still summer vacation. Mo Yi could still laze around at home and play games all day.

And in his memories, when the Honkai descended upon Changkong City, Kiana and the others had killed many Shikigami transformed from Senba Academy students. That meant the school had still been in session at the time.

Mo Yi still had time to think through and analyze the information at this stage, and decide what actions he should take next.

Chapter 12: A Wife Changed Every Three Months

After Mo Yi had even finished washing the bowls and chopsticks, he said to Kiana, who was lying on the sofa and had mostly finished digesting, "Stop lying around. Time to clean your room."

"Okay—"

Kiana had the look of someone who had drunk a bottle of happy water after a meal and felt happier than an immortal. Though somewhat unwilling, she immediately sprang up upon hearing Mo Yi.

After all, Mo Yi was helping her out of goodwill. If Kiana dared complain, Mo Yi would not indulge her. He would leave her to deal with everything herself, and would not care if she ended up sleeping in a room full of dust.

Kiana might have had a bit of a temper, but she understood such basic principles. She did not become presumptuous just because Mo Yi had treated her kindly.

"I'm coming."

With that, she followed Mo Yi into the room.

With the help of Mo Yi, a veteran who had lived independently for years and possessed abundant life experience, Kiana's room was quickly tidied up.

Mo Yi also helped her put her luggage and other belongings in suitable places.

"This is great!"

Looking at the clean room, Kiana threw herself onto the bed. With the blanket covering her mouth, her voice sounded strange, but Mo Yi could still understand her.

"Thanks for your hard work, Mo Yi!"

"It was nothing—"

Children who knew how to be grateful and polite were more likable.

Mo Yi smiled and sat beside Kiana, speaking half to himself.

"This room was originally left by my parents for my future little sister or brother to live in—"

"But this isn't bad either."

Kiana roughly understood Mo Yi's situation by now. Since she did not know how to comfort others, she could only make a joke.

"I'm sixteen this year. You might not necessarily be older than me."

"Sorry, I turned seventeen today—"

Mo Yi reached out and placed his hand on Kiana's head. Since she was lying down, she could not see his expression at all. He stroked her like a pet dog and smiled. "Looks like you're destined to be my junior, Kiana."

"What are you doing?"

Having never been patted on the head by an unfamiliar man before, Kiana instantly sprang up from her lying position. Like a startled cat with its fur standing on end, she assumed a defensive posture and said warily, "Don't tell me you've been so nice to me because you have improper intentions toward me?!"

Mo Yi's actions throughout the day had already raised Kiana's favorability toward him to the level of a trustworthy friend. But as a girl—especially one with an inherited yuri bloodline—Kiana still could not accept Mo Yi patting her head like that.

Well, although his posture and expression had been very kind, without the slightest hint of lewdness, as though he were soothing his own cat.

"I'm a Cultivator! Be careful, or I'll kick a normal person like you flying!"

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"I have to say, your imagination is far too rich—"

Mo Yi raised both hands in a surrendering gesture and smiled.

"There's something I need to tell you: my personal preference for the opposite sex is long black hair with straight bangs. Although you're very pretty too, Kiana, you're not my type, so stop dreaming. I, Mo Yi, am a man you, Kiana, are destined never to have in this lifetime."

Kiana: "..."

Being teased by Mo Yi like this, even Kiana, who had always believed she liked girls, became unusually angry.

I'm so pretty. Why can't Mo Yi, this big pig trotter, fall at my feet?

"Then why are you so good to me?"

Kiana had always been impatient and incapable of hiding her thoughts. Provoked by Mo Yi like this, she blurted out what was on her mind.

In truth, during her journey to find her father, Kiana had met all sorts of people and naturally experienced all sorts of things.

She had encountered good people, but there had been even more people harboring bad intentions toward her.

If Mo Yi was not someone with ulterior motives who had deliberately disguised himself to deceive her, then he was probably the best and most reassuring person she had met along the way.

Mo Yi spread his hands and asked with a smile, "Do you want to hear the truth, or a lie?"

Kiana puffed out her cheeks and stared at Mo Yi.

"Of course I want the truth. My intuition is very accurate, so don't even think about lying to me!"

Girl, truth did not necessarily mean beauty. Although he had no malicious intentions, if he directly told her that he knew a disaster might occur in the future, so he wanted to first latch onto the Heroine's thigh and wait for her to carry him to greatness, that kind of utilitarian truth would definitely lower the favorability he had raised only after sacrificing so much. It definitely wasn't because he was kindhearted and could not bear seeing her in such a miserable state at his doorstep!

"Actually, I'm an Awakened—"

Mo Yi took a deep breath. His tone became low, as though he were revealing some great secret. "The kind of person with special Supernatural Abilities."

"You—"

After looking at Mo Yi for two seconds, Kiana shook her head and said mockingly, "Don't think I haven't met Awakened people before. Strictly speaking, I count as one too. If you really were an Awakened, how could you know so little about Cultivators—"

"Stop. Do you still want to hear the truth—"