I only looked at your cartoon-shaped doujinshi, and you, Patchouli, actually wanted to turn me, Mo Yi, into the male lead of a doujinshi? And it was even a pure-love one?!
Mo Yi could understand the Heroine being Alice and the Princess, but what the hell was Lord Kishin doing there?!
One must not lay hands on one's mother-in-law. At the very least, one shouldn't. Warning!
Who would have thought that Patchouli looked so refined and proper on the outside, yet was such a perverted freak inside!
Through the reading of the Light of the Heart, Mo Yi not only quietly heard Patchouli's inner voice, but even the draft after draft she had conceived in her mind was imprinted before his eyes. It made Mo Yi tremble with rage, then go cold all over. There were actually people this obscene in the world! Many of the new positions appearing within were beyond even Mo Yi's own imagination!
After all, even if Mo Yi had imagined such things, they would only have been one-on-one pure-love stories. How could he be as good at playing around as Patchouli?
Mo Yi: How could you do this, Patchouli? How could you be this dirty?
For someone like this, the solution Mo Yi came up with was to confiscate the tools of the crime.
When he had time, Mo Yi intended to go to Patchouli's great library and confiscate all her art books, especially those based on himself!
Mo Yi had become so absorbed in the drawings in Patchouli's mind that, when Patchouli questioned him, he accidentally spoke his true thoughts aloud—yes, without realizing it, Mo Yi had already begun doting on Lord Kishin as though she were his daughter.
Only after saying it did Mo Yi realize what he had said, and hurriedly corrected