Zheng Qing stumbled.
The hand he had slipped into his pocket could not help but fiercely pinch the Yellow Flower Cat card twice, trying to make it shut up, while he retorted:
"What the hell are you talking about?!"
Completely disregarding the fact that Old Yao and the tabby cat both counted as his elders, he spoke without restraint. "What do you mean, giving up halfway or failing to see things through? There's nothing between me and that little girl! Wait! Why am I emphasizing that? Do you two have only a single thought here and no brains, so you've lost the ability to think logically?"
"Eh? I thought you couldn't decide whether to send this little girl back to Puji Island or some other New World, so you were hesitating," Professor Yao said in that same odd tone.
Zheng Qing took a deep breath.
A tremendous sense of helplessness rose in his heart.
The preconceptions in people's hearts...
Yet he gripped the wineglass in hand until it creaked. The wheat juice inside trembled along with the glass, as though it feared that, the next second, it would spill across the floor together with shattered glass.
"Hesitating my ass!"
The Young Legendary gritted his teeth and shoved his other hand into his pocket, groping around for the other Tarot Card that had been spouting nonsense. "Other than exchanging a few words and meeting a few times, what other connection do I have with her? She's only thirteen! How can your thoughts be so filthy? Then again, what could I expect? One cat, one demon—not human!"
Old Yao cleared his throat.
"Discuss things properly. Why suddenly resort to personal attacks... I haven't been a demon for a long time."
He dryly corrected Zheng Qing's wording, his voice seeming both near and