Wu Yuting beckoned to Zuo Xiaonian and led her outside.
Zuo Xiaoduo craned his neck, trying to eavesdrop, only for Wu Yuting to slam the door and lock him in the room.
"Nian Nian, you're too lenient with him." Wu Yuting offered her advice face-to-face. "I'm telling you, you need to hold your ground a little more."
"What?"
"Insist on keeping your clothes on, and insist on keeping your chest from falling into enemy hands... that's enough."
Wu Yuting cradled Zuo Xiaonian's little head and whispered, "Once a girl's breasts fall into enemy hands... it basically means her entire defensive line has collapsed... If you don't want to fall completely so soon, you absolutely mustn't let him succeed."
Zuo Xiaonian stroked her own chest, her pretty face crimson...
"You really do indulge him too much." Wu Yuting sighed.
"All these years, you soothed him when you were little, took him out to play when you were a little older, and looked after him in everything when you grew older still. You always thought of him..."
"Although you seem to hold the stronger, leading position in your everyday interactions as sister and brother, in reality, you give way to him in everything and accommodate him in everything... The moment he's unhappy or uncomfortable, you're more anxious than he is himself..."
"As soon as Xiao Duo cries or feels bad, you immediately go along with everything he wants..."
"That's the habit you've developed over all these years... Ah."
Wu Yuting stroked her daughter's hair with tender affection. "Think about it. When he couldn't cultivate, weren't you even more anxious than he was?"
Zuo Xiaonian lowered her head.
Wu Yuting was absolutely right. That was indeed exactly how it was.
Although she sometimes beat him up when she got angry, every beating was