“Humph humph~”
Xun Xue’s lips almost curled up to her ears as she hummed a triumphant little tune, carrying the most beloved spoil of war in her arms.
She gently brought the still-dizzy blue furball, still lingering in Yinyun, into the small tent.
Retreat.
Xun Xue carefully placed Lu Qiancha on the soft, spread-out ground cloth.
The moment Lu Qiancha left Xun Xue’s warm embrace, that thick, intoxicating sense of closeness and safety deep within her bloodline quietly receded like a tide.
Her consciousness, like a lighthouse shrouded in dense fog, struggled bit by bit to shine through.
Her rational mind began to painfully push aside the haze, regaining its position.
However, the afterglow of the Bloodline Resonance just now had been far too strong. Lu Qiancha’s limbs remained weak and limp.
That intoxicating comfort and laziness still lingered deep within her body.
She could only widen her misty blue eyes, helplessly watching as Xun Xue skillfully and gently peeled off the thin blue outer shirt on her body, then the close-fitting inner lining.
Bound.
At this moment, the slight chill in the air suddenly brushed over her skin, making her instinctively shrink her neck.
Then, the last two layers of defense were no exception. Xun Xue’s warm fingertips carried an undeniable lightness as they removed them one by one.
Her smooth, delicate skin, like the tender shoots of spring, was fully exposed under the dim light inside the tent.
Finally, Xun Xue shook out the pink-and-white swimsuit edged with sweet lace.
Her movements were quick yet steady, as if carrying some urgent eagerness born of success.
Pinching the slender shoulder straps.
“Swish!”
The entire swimsuit gradually wrapped around the stiff and bewildered little Wolf-Girl.
When Xun Xue’s icy fingertips inadvertently brushed across some sensitive spots on the sides of her waist or the inner bends of her legs that had never been “taken care of” like this before—
“Uuuyng…!”
The little one’s body uncontrollably arched, a soft, trembling whimper of extreme embarrassment squeezed out from her throat.
Immediately after, Lu Qiancha gave a barely perceptible, symbolic twist twice, then went limp again.
In her daze, Lu Qiancha was ultimately dressed in this exquisitely cute swimsuit.
“Ta-da~!”
Xun Xue, as if presenting a priceless treasure, instantly conjured a Luminous Water Mirror and precisely suspended it in front of Lu Qiancha.
In the mirror was a Wolf Clan little loli wearing an overly adorable, dessert-like pink one-piece swimsuit.
Her slightly curled deep blue hair was a bit tousled, like she had just woken up, softly draping over her neck.
Beneath the slender neck lay a patch wrapped tightly in pink and white lace, revealing the tender curves and soft waist of youth.
Below that, two translucent little legs were mostly exposed to the cool air, with only the soft swimsuit fabric barely covering the upper thighs.
Her toes curled unconsciously from nervousness and the chill, rubbing against the soft ground cloth.
The shy blush like a dab of rouge still lingered on Lu Qiancha’s delicate face.
The moment her deep blue eyes met the image in the mirror, they instantly widened like a startled fawn.
Then, as if scalded, her gaze sharply dropped.
Her eyes frantically fled from that little loli’s embarrassed face to the pink-and-white lace swimsuit that gave her no sense of psychological security, and finally settled on the pair of nowhere-to-hide translucent feet.
“Look~ Isn’t she super cute?”
Xun Xue gently brushed the messy hair off her daughter’s forehead, her voice filled with unabashed pride and satisfaction. “I told you! This swimsuit was made to exist just for our little Qiancha!”
Lu Qiancha said nothing, standing stiffly before the mirror.
The emotions swirling in her blue eyes were extremely complex—an almost overwhelming embarrassment, disbelief at how obedient and trance-like she had been just moments ago, and a faint, very unfamiliar spark of curiosity and innocence directed at the small figure in the mirror who had never shown her true form so clearly before.
It was her first time observing herself transformed into a little loli in such detail…
Though there was some vanity involved, she really was quite adorable.
“All right, go have fun~”
Xun Xue looked at her carefully “sculpted” work with satisfaction, eyes shining with joy.
After all, raising a daughter was great—she could dress her up, it was pleasing to the eye, and most importantly, no need to give birth herself!
Lu Qiancha responded with a muffled sound, dug into her storage pouch with her small paw, pulled out a Restoration Pill, and popped it into her mouth.
The pill transformed into a warm current, filling the spiritual energy gaps she had just exhausted.
Exiting the tent, she changed into her disguise.
The sea breeze seemed stronger now, carrying a sharp salty scent. Under the disguise, the icy smooth lace straps softly rubbed against her skin.
Under the disguise, her real claws instinctively scratched the cool, smooth fabric of the swimsuit’s skirt, wanting to pull the hem down a bit more.
This swimsuit skirt… was way too short. What could it possibly cover?
Suppressing the urge to immediately retreat to the tent and hide under the blanket, Lu Qiancha forced her stiff face and tried to walk steadily step by step toward the bustling coastline, where blue and gold intertwined.
“Senior Brother! Senior Brother!”
The cheerful call rang out ahead like a tinkling spring.
After spotting Lu Qiancha’s figure, Gantang’s eyes instantly brightened like golden sand on the beach. She immediately, like a joyful little bird, ran over on the soft, hot sand, her skirt fluttering.
“Eh?”
“Cough,”
Seeing Gantang approach, Lu Qiancha forced calm onto her face, making her voice sound steady as she looked at Gantang and asked, “Gantang, what’s up?”
“Senior Brother,” Gantang stopped in front of her, even standing on one tiptoe in a childlike show-off manner, spinning gently in place.
The thin gauze fluttered like a blooming pure lotus.
Gantang lifted her head slightly, her cheeks tinted with a faint pink from excitement and anticipation. Her voice was shy and excited: “I… I’m wearing this today… Do I look good?”
“Looks good. Elegant and lively, it suits your temperament. Very fitting.”
Lu Qiancha looked at the flowing Qingbai Cicada Wing Gauze she was wearing, which shimmered with a faint light, gently nodded, smiling.
“Hehe, right? Right?”
Hearing the compliment, Gantang was so happy she almost bubbled over, her smile instantly soaking up the sunshine and dazzling. “I picked it out all night yesterday.”
“What are you two chatting about so happily?”
A clear, gentle voice came from nearby.
Master Xuanya had quietly approached, lips curved in a smile, her gaze warm as it shifted between the two disciples.
“Greetings, Master.” Gantang immediately stopped talking and sweetly greeted.
“Greetings, Master.” Lu Qiancha also respectfully bowed.
“No need for formalities.” Master Xuanya lightly waved her jade hand to brush away the dust.
Her eyes first glanced at the lively young disciple, then naturally fixed on the senior disciple’s face. Her sharp gaze caught the subtle unease hidden beneath his handsome features.
Master Xuanya’s eyebrows raised ever so slightly as she took two steps closer to Lu Qiancha.
Her voice carried clear concern: “Gancha, why do you look so unwell? Is your body feeling uncomfortable anywhere?”
Lu Qiancha:
Hearing this, Lu Qiancha’s mouth twitched. Her disguised form was now exposed from all sides.
She felt as if she were standing naked in front of her master and junior sister; there was no way her face could look good.
Taking a deep breath, she forced a warm, gentle smile and said, “Master, please do not worry. I am fine.
It’s just that being at the seaside for the first time, the sea breeze is damp, salty, and harsh, and the environment is slightly different, so my body feels a bit uncomfortable.”
“…” Master Xuanya gazed at her for a moment, the heaviness between her brows slowly dissipating.
She nodded slightly, her tone softening: “…Hmm. It’s good that it’s nothing serious.”
But her words still carried the caring admonition of an elder: “If you feel unwell, do not force yourself. This trip is meant to relax your mind; the joy lies in having fun, not in suffering. If you leave behind hidden illnesses, it would be counterproductive and regretful.”
Lu Qiancha bowed respectfully: “Your disciple will remember Master’s teachings.”