"Hehe." Seeing that Xu Qingjia had finally gotten the short end of the stick with her, Na'er gave a smug little smile. She lifted a slender calf wrapped in white stockings, gently swinging her delicate foot in the air, her curled toes carrying a hint of sly teasing.
"Xu Qingjia, if you behave and call me Big Sister Na'er," she said with a bright smile, though the tips of her ears were red enough to drip blood, "Big Sister Na'er can let you use her white stockings~"
From what she knew of Xu Qingjia, there was no way he would give in.
Xu Qingjia folded his arms, his expression growing increasingly serious.
Just as the White-Haired Dumpling thought he was about to put on a prim face and lecture her to claw back a victory, Xu Qingjia asked something utterly at odds with his demeanor, a barely perceptible note of amusement in his voice. "Then... what if I say it twice?"
That wasn't right! Wasn't he supposed to refuse with righteous indignation, then turn around and lecture me?
But how could Queen Na'er lose this battle!
"Th-then I'll give you both stockings!" Na'er forced her chin up, but her fingers unconsciously tightened around the hem of her clothes.
"Then..." Xu Qingjia took a step forward, a smile curling his lips. "What if I keep saying it?"
"I-I'll give you all my socks?" Na'er's head buzzed as though a fire were burning inside it. His masculine presence washed over her, leaving her even dizzier than before.
Things seemed to have veered completely away from what she had expected.
Xu Qingjia advanced step by step, and Na'er retreated just as steadily, until her back lightly struck the cold wall and she had nowhere left to go.
Xu Qingjia stopped, his gaze slowly drifting down to her white-stockinged calves. He feigned confusion as he asked, "Just the stockings?"
"D-do you want something else too?" An alluring blush spread across Na'er's cheeks. Her thoughts were already tangled into a mess, and even her breathing had grown a little hurried.
"For example..." Xu Qingjia reached out and gently planted his hand on the wall beside her, his tall frame almost completely enveloping the little White-Haired Dumpling. He lowered his head slightly, his warm breath brushing Na'er's cheek with a faint, crisp scent.
"Mmph..." Na'er let out a tiny whimper, her heartbeat suddenly racing.
H-he couldn't be thinking of...
A scene from a romance novel suddenly sprang to mind-Was this a wall pin?!
If it was Xu Qingjia... maybe it wouldn't be so bad?
The girl wrestled with herself for a brief moment before readily accepting it, even secretly feeling a little anticipation. She squeezed her eyes shut, her long lashes trembling softly like butterfly wings, and quietly rose onto her white-stockinged toes. She looked utterly eager for something to happen next, sweetly innocent and guileless.
Click-
A crisp shutter sound suddenly rang out.
"Huh?" Na'er snapped her eyes open and saw Xu Qingjia looking at her with a bright smile. He was holding up his phone, its screen clearly displaying her standing on tiptoe, her eyes and brows brimming with tender longing, looking shyly expectant.
"Little Sister Na'er," Xu Qingjia said, waving his phone, the amusement at the corners of his mouth deepening. "What are you doing?"
"..."
After a brief silence came an eruption like a volcano exploding.
"Aaaah!" Na'er's cheeks instantly turned scarlet, the blush spreading even down her neck.
She was overheating.
Just as Xu Qingjia was marveling that "a girl's blush outshines every sweet nothing in the world," a white figure lunged at him, crashed hard into his chest, knocked him straight to the floor, and straddled him.
"Xu Qingjia!" Na'er puffed up with anger, her voice trembling with an adorably fierce edge.
She was furious.
The kind of furious that not even a hundred bags of Potato Chips could soothe.
Her long silver hair traced a graceful arc through the air. The White-Haired Dumpling clutched Xu Qingjia's collar tightly with both hands, glaring at him with her bright, adorably fierce eyes like a kitten with its fur bristling. "Hand over the phone!"
"No." Xu Qingjia shifted his wrist, spatial power silently rippling past as the Soul Guidance phone vanished into the Sun Moon Crown.
Na'er: (▼皿▼#)
This was nothing short of naked provocation!
She ground her little canines viciously. "Xu Qingjia, do you know what happens to people who deceive innocent, purehearted girls?!"
"An innocent, purehearted girl?" Xu Qingjia looked around, pretending to be confused.
Where? All I saw was a Silver Dragon, nine years and over nine million months old, pretending to be a baby.
"Mmph!" Na'er made as if to bite him.
Xu Qingjia remained utterly fearless.
Seeing this, Na'er simply raised her white-stockinged foot, now lightly dusted with dirt, and made as if to stomp down.
Xu Qingjia blinked. Spatial power stirred at his wrist, and the phone reappeared in his palm. "Can we make peace?"
"You deceived me!" Na'er made her anger clear.
She really had been willing to accept it just now.
But this fellow had only feinted, making a fool of her.
"Then..." Lying on the floor, Xu Qingjia looked at the White-Haired Dumpling straddling him, her face as red as a ripe apple. His tone held a hint of surrender. "How should I make it up to Big Sister Na'er?"
Big Sister Na'er?
The corners of the White-Haired Dumpling's mouth rose uncontrollably, only for her to quickly force them back down.
No, no! This time I had to fleece him good!
"Well..." She tilted her little head and thought for a moment, then her eyes suddenly lit up. She quickly pulled out her own phone and opened the voice recorder. "Say you'll always love Big Sister Na'er the most."
"?" Xu Qingjia felt that something was a little off.
"No." He refused without hesitation.
"Say it!" Na'er reached out and pinched his cheeks, her voice threatening. "Or I'll really step on your face!"
"..." Xu Qingjia gave in. "I'll always love Little Sister Na'er the most."
"?" Na'er blinked. Something seemed a little off.
Oh well, it meant the same thing.
Hehe~
The White-Haired Dumpling was brimming with delight inside.
Xinglan, oh, Xinglan. Big Sister Na'er would leave you a sip of the soup.
"Can you let me get up now?" Xu Qingjia rubbed her little head helplessly.
"Wait a moment." Na'er felt this still wasn't quite secure enough.
"Someone's coming," Xu Qingjia said. His powerful spiritual power had allowed him to keenly sense movement in the distance.
"I'm not falling for that." Na'er didn't believe him.
The White-Haired Dumpling leaned down, gazing at the face mere inches away, the tip of her nose almost touching Xu Qingjia's skin. Just as she was about to put her seal on him, a clear voice suddenly came from the Bedchamber doorway:
"Na'er! Xu Qingjia!"
Dao Yi
A slender figure appeared at the Bedchamber doorway.
The spirited blonde girl stared in confusion at the two people in their strange position inside the hall.
Was this some new martial arts technique?
Ye Xinglan was puzzled.
"Ah?!" Na'er cried out. Her fair little face visibly turned scarlet once more, even the roots of her ears reddening completely.
She was "overheating" again.
"I never lie during the day." Xu Qingjia spread his hands helplessly, then reached out to rub Na'er's little head. He looked up at Ye Xinglan, who was still panting hard. "Xinglan, what urgent business brought you rushing to find us?"