A water mirror hovered steadily in midair.
Zheng Qing stared at his reflection in the mirror, his gaze drifting uncertainly. Even he did not know whether he was looking at the tiny white spot on his forehead where the Flying Centipede had bitten him, or the place Su Shijun had just pressed with her fingertip.
Su Ya crouched in the corner, tail raised, diligently scrubbing the baseboard as though that could slightly conceal her guilty conscience. The other two Little Fox Girls stood with their hands tucked away, huddling nervously to one side and trying their best to make themselves invisible. From time to time, they cast worried glances at Su Ya, unable to understand why she was still working at a time like this.
Poseidon sat obediently at Su Shijun's feet with her tail curled up, utterly devoid of the frivolous, slovenly manner she had displayed moments ago. She looked like a dignified, gentle lady.
Su Shijun stood by the window, using the fresh sunlight outside to carefully inspect the Flying Centipede balanced on her fingertip. After a while, she seemed to recall something. "Oh, right. You just said, 'You didn't'... what didn't you do?"
Zheng Qing was startled by the abrupt question.
I didn't look at your chest!
That was the first thought that flashed through his mind, but he immediately realized that answering like that would be suicidal.
"Ah, haha." The boy cleared his throat and gave a dry laugh. "I meant I wasn't hurt... Ha, the carpet in this room is really thick. I'm completely unhurt!"
He clenched his fist and thumped his chest, bending his arm as though to show off his bicep. At the same time, he stamped his foot.
Dongdong.
The wooden floor gave a dull sound.
The fake smile on the boy's