That afternoon, Zhang Suannai watched Xiaoxiao pour her sister water and massage her shoulders. After each favor, Xiaoxiao took her sister's phone, unlocked it with her sister's face, and transferred herself five hundred and then a thousand yuan. Her sister ignored her throughout.
It felt surreal to Zhang Suannai, as if both her roommates had become strangers.
Ordinarily, Xiaoxiao, a little goddess who also possessed the Celestial Bloodline, would never have done anything like that for her sister.
And even if she had, Qingqing would have stared coldly at her while she poured the water, seen straight through her little scheme, and scoffed. As for Xiaoxiao massaging her sister's shoulders, Zhang Suannai could not imagine it.
Let alone the transfers afterward.
Impossible.
Impossible.
Yet the facts seemed to prove Xiaoxiao had been telling the truth—
Qingqing really was cultivating a special Esoteric Sect technique. During cultivation, any joy she felt was magnified. A tiny spark of happiness that normally would have had little effect on her mood or choices could, once amplified, make her act like a different person—one much easier to get along with.
Xiaoxiao had seized on that and found just the right remedy to get her sister in hand.
This was the perfect chance to get on her roommate's good side!
But Zhang Suannai was cautious. To be safe, she held back.
She knew something of her roommate's temperament by now. If she acted without understanding the situation and it turned out Xiaoxiao had tricked her, she could lose standing in her roommate's eyes. She might even make Qingqing dislike her.
Zhang Suannai watched for another day and was almost certain—
That was exactly what was happening!
Early the next morning.
Ning Qing stepped onto the balcony, rested a hand on the railing, and gazed outside.