In Tsukuyomi's common sense, there was even the "common sense" of mysterious knowledge like Onmyoji arts—common sense that was not common sense at all.
"Aren't you curious?"
"Growing up overnight—could that possibly be stranger than you bursting out of a bamboo stalk? You know, the last monkey to burst out of a stone was a big shot who dared to throw hands with the Buddha."
Mo Yi wore an indulgent, motherly smile. "Since Little Night has grown so big already, she ought to know better."
"Next time, remember to call me Mo Yi daddy—"
Tsukuyomi: "??!"
Well, after Mo Yi said that, Tsukuyomi remembered. In theory, she really was the daughter he had adopted, even if he had only raised her for one night.
It did not seem too unreasonable for him to ask her to call him "Daddy."
But although she could not clearly remember her past, she knew she was far older than him. It would make more sense for him to call her Mother!
More importantly, Tsukuyomi felt that if she called him that, she would lose something important!
Thus, Tsukuyomi continued to look at Mo Yi with her nearly expressionless face. Her lips moved slightly as she said, "Alright, Mo Yi. No problem, Mo Yi."
Mo Yi: "??!"
As expected of a Princess. Even in this state, she was still one of the meme connoisseurs!
Mo Yi did not really mind what she called him. He merely felt that this was a rare opportunity to tease her. Wearing a sorrowful expression, he pretended to wipe away tears with his hand—though there were no tears at all, and the corners of his mouth were even curled into a smile. "After all the hardship I went through, feeding you crap and piss until you grew up, you won't