The thing Tsukuyomi hated most was hearing someone call himself daddy.
"Hmph—"
After snorting coldly, Tsukuyomi turned away directly. She neither looked at Mo Yi nor got up.
For that brief instant, Mo Yi finally saw the Princess he knew in her.
To Mo Yi, Tsukuyomi's obvious sulking was indeed quite novel. She had always seemed like a composed adult. Whenever he teased her, Mo Yi always had the illusion that he was a naughty child playing pranks before his mother.
Mo Yi: Ah, Princess! I love this!
"Kaguya, are you all right?"
"No. Very much not—"
With her back to Mo Yi, Tsukuyomi felt her heart racing. Suppressing her voice, she said, "Unless you wake me up like you used to, I'm not getting out of bed."
Mo Yi: "?!"
The Princess really was different today. At that moment, Mo Yi finally hesitated!
Although she had finally overlapped with his Princess, changing like this overnight was abnormal no matter how he thought about it!
Could she have ascended back to the Lunar Capital?
But the most important plot of The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter—the part where five simps came to propose and were subsequently humiliated—hadn't happened yet.
Facing the Princess with her back turned, Mo Yi shook his head and finally made up his mind—no matter what scheme you, Houraisan Kaguya, have, I, Mo Yi, shall break it with one hand!
"Really?"
"Really!"
The way Tsukuyomi meant by "waking her up like before" was how Mo Yi had playfully woken her every day one or two months ago. Back then, the Princess had only been a loli, so being a little closer to her was nothing. But later, she had nearly become the eternally sixteen-year-old girl Mo Yi knew, so naturally he could no longer be so intimate