Lu Qiancha lowered her head to look at the lump of soft clay in her arms, her little mouth curving downward.
Back then, when she first had her tail touched, she could at least last two or three minutes.
But this Small Priestess couldn’t even hold out for ten seconds.
A word from distant memory, full of teasing, suddenly popped into her mind.
“Trash Fish Priestess~”
Almost instinctively, with a hint of mischievous pride, Lu Qiancha hummed out this assessment.
Although Ling Wanbai had never heard such a strange phrase before, her intuition instantly grasped the meaning within—”weak” and “unable to withstand a single blow.”
The haze of confusion enveloping her was instantly dispelled.
Expressionless, she propped herself up from Lu Qiancha’s embrace, her gray eyes calmly locking onto the other. Then, under Lu Qiancha’s suddenly puzzled gaze—she struck like lightning.
In a flash, she seized Lu Qiancha’s fluffy, massive tail, which was currently swaying proudly in the air.
Ling Wanbai grasped the culprit’s lifeline with pinpoint accuracy, then, without hesitation, lowered her head and slightly opened her mouth—
“Awoo!”
With one decisive motion, she enveloped the most sensitive tip of that tail in her mouth, her movements crisp and clean, carrying an undeniable air of revenge.
Lu Qiancha: “??”
“Why do you put everything in your mouth! My tail isn’t edible!”
Lu Qiancha was both anxious and angry, fumbling clumsily to push away Ling Wanbai’s little face, which was just inches away, intently savoring the tip of her tail, trying to rescue her poor tail from the other’s mouth.
The next moment, Lu Qiancha felt the tip of her tail lightly grazed by the other’s teeth, a wave of uncontrollable, tingling, electric sensation shooting straight from her tailbone to her brain.
“Humi…!”
Lu Qiancha subconsciously let out a soft, sweet little yelp.
“Meanie…” Her voice quivered with anger and a touch of tears, her little face flushed. “You—you, what are you doing!”
“I’m biting you.” Ling Wanbai lifted her eyelids, her gray eyes calm and undisturbed, as she stated this obvious fact, glancing at the bristling Lu Qiancha.
Seeing that words were useless, Lu Qiancha decisively launched a “counterattack”—both hands reached out and grabbed Ling Wanbai’s fluffy tail hanging by her side, like a kidnapper grabbing a hostage, threatening fiercely, “If you don’t let go of my tail, I’ll bite yours. I mean it!”
Ling Wanbai paid her no heed. Her petite pearly teeth pressed down just a little more, gently grinding on the already hyper-sensitive tip of the tail.
“Huwu…”
Hit by another wave of tingling current, Lu Qiancha’s body trembled uncontrollably in tiny shivers.
So itchy, and so strange a feeling.
Driven to desperation, Lu Qiancha’s temper flared. With a stubborn resolve, she decided to keep her word.
She opened her little mouth, revealing her small baby teeth, and imitated Ling Wanbai—”Awoo”—and gave a firm bite.
She bit right down on the equally fluffy and soft tip of Ling Wanbai’s tail.
“Ptui!”
***
The next second, Lu Qiancha scrunched up her little nose in distaste.
A mouthful of fur—what was so great about biting it anyway?
Her cheeks puffed out as she glared angrily at the Bad Egg Priestess on the other side, still engrossed with her own tail.
Staring at the other’s blank face, as if none of this involved her, Lu Qiancha felt an inexplicable competitive urge suddenly blaze to life in her heart.
Lowering her head again, Lu Qiancha once more took Ling Wanbai’s tail tip into her mouth.
This time, she didn’t just bite; instead, imitating what had been done to her, she gently rubbed the other’s tail tip with her little teeth.
“Mmm…”
Ling Wanbai’s body visibly trembled, as if her calm mask had been pricked by an invisible needle. A faint, suppressed whimper slipped out from her tightly pressed lips.
Yet she stubbornly refused to let go.
And so, the two of them remained locked in this standoff, each rubbing the tip of the other’s tail.
Time ticked by, each second dragging out like a century.
Finally, Ling Wanbai was the first to… admit defeat!
Her taut body seemed to lose its last bit of strength… and shuddered violently, collapsing completely. Like melting snow, she slumped powerlessly onto Lu Qiancha.
Her breathing was ragged, cheeks flushed, eyelashes trembling, completely spent.
“Haa… ha…”
Lu Qiancha was faring no better. Her little face was flushed and burning, like a ripe apple.
One ear drooped powerlessly among her deep blue hair.
The other ear was twitching weakly.
But she forced herself upright, lifting her small chin with effort.
Her blue eyes, still glistening with moisture, brimmed with pride.
She had won.
“Trash Fish Priestess~”
Lu Qiancha spoke with a lazy, triumphant tone and a hint of irrepressible glee.
She reached out her only free little hand and gently rubbed the limp Ling Wanbai nestled in her arms.
Looking at the limp Ling Wanbai, Lu Qiancha could only purse her lips helplessly.
She gathered her spiritual energy; a faint blue glow enveloped her palm as she easily lifted the taller Ling Wanbai in a bridal carry, and carefully placed her on the soft bed to rest.
After dealing with Ling Wanbai, she returned to her spot, her gaze falling on the chair she’d just been sitting on.
“Ugh… The chair is all dirty and sticky now.”
Lu Qiancha’s little face puffed up at once. Unhappy, she muttered to herself and quickly rummaged through her storage pouch for a clean, soft handkerchief.
Crouching down, she diligently wiped every damp spot off the chair.
Next, she looked down at her own soiled clothes—her underpants and white stockings clung uncomfortably to her legs.
She deftly slipped off the dirty garments and placed them in an empty pouch inside her storage bag reserved for laundry.
“Better hurry and take a bath, I feel gross all over.”
Lu Qiancha muttered softly and stepped into the bathroom adjoining the side room.
With her small, human-shaped hands, bathing was so much more convenient. At last, Lu Qiancha could bathe by herself.
Warm water streamed over her body as she clumsily but diligently rubbed scented cream into a lather.
Though whenever her little hands accidentally brushed certain extra-sensitive spots, a tingling itch would make her instinctively shrink her neck, overall, Lu Qiancha was quite pleased with her independent bathing experience.
The only minor annoyance was her fluffy tail and long hair—once soaked, they became heavy and cumbersome, like two sopping wet blankets clinging to her back, making her feel weighed down and stifled.
After much effort, she finally finished washing up, smelling fresh and clean.
Lu Qiancha circulated her spiritual energy, and thin streams of water like a gentle breeze swept over her body, instantly drying every drop.
Her fluffy tail turned soft and puffy once more, a giant blue puffball swaying contentedly behind her.
In high spirits, she walked out of the bathroom, bringing with her the faint scent of bathwater, and headed for the tall wardrobe to put on fresh, comfortable clothes.
She habitually sent her consciousness into her storage pouch.
The next moment, Lu Qiancha froze in place.
Suddenly, she remembered—all her usual changes of clothes, the clean ones she’d prepared, were in Xun Xue’s storage ring.
And her own storage pouch was completely empty.
This is bad—so, so bad!