*Ghuoo…* Seeing that her protest was futile and her reinforcements had defected, Lu Qiancha could only resignedly let out a muffled groan full of grievance and dissatisfaction.
She angrily closed her deep blue eyes, deciding that what she didn’t see wouldn’t bother her. She especially made sure not to look at the face of the trash fish priestess so close to her.
Ling Wanbai seemed to sense her pillow’s forced compromise. The moment Lu Qiancha closed her eyes, her usually expressionless lips curled up in an extremely subtle arc of a successful scheme.
Then, she contentedly closed her gray eyes, her breathing quickly becoming steady and deep as she fell into a dream.
The next morning.
Lu Qiancha woke up early… She woke up early, but that was all.
Xun Xue was nowhere to be found, and her body was still tightly bound in Ling Wanbai’s embrace like it was caught in octopus tentacles. The other woman held her firmly, leaving almost no room to move.
“Trash fish priestess…” Lu Qiancha muttered softly in dissatisfaction, her sleepiness mostly dissipated by this tight restraint.
“Holding so tight even while asleep. Are you afraid I’ll fly away in the middle of the night?”
She tried to pry away the arms wrapped around her waist and chest.
However, those seemingly slender arms now contained startling strength, as if they were welded shut, refusing to budge or relax in the slightest.
Just then —
As if sensing something in her dream, Ling Wanbai tilted her head slightly, adjusting her sleeping posture.
With the movement of her head, a breath of cool air, like a morning breeze, unexpectedly brushed against the sensitive skin on Lu Qiancha’s chest.
“Eek — !” Lu Qiancha was instantly jolted by the sudden chill. She reflexively reached out to touch the spot on her chest where the air had blown — her fingertips met a distinct, cold, and wet sensation.
The wolf cub’s expression froze instantly, going from groggy and dazed to shocked and stunned, before her face flushed pink — whether from shame or anger, it was hard to tell.
“Waaaah — !” A scream full of shame, anger, and a mental breakdown pierced the morning silence. “Ling Wanbai, you jerk! How can you drool in your sleep!”
She struggled violently like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
“Ugh…” The violent struggling of the pillow caused the sleeping Ling Wanbai to frown slightly.
She seemed to be caught in a dream related to food, unconsciously muttering in a sticky, sleep-talk voice, “Sugar sculpture… don’t run…”
As soon as she finished speaking, under Lu Qiancha’s watch, Ling Wanbai’s small silver-gray head followed her instincts and suddenly lunged forward.
Then, two rows of neat pearly teeth unexpectedly opened and bit down on the slight softness of Lu Qiancha’s chest.
“Yah — you, you, you! Trash fish priestess, what are you doing!?”
Lu Qiancha felt like she had been struck by lightning. Her panicked and ashamed scream exploded in the morning room. She used both hands, desperately trying to push away the culprit buried against her.
However, even in her sleep, Ling Wanbai’s embrace was like an iron hoop, unmoving.
Lu Qiancha felt like she was being pinned down by a human-shaped weight; all her struggling was as futile as an ant trying to shake a tree.
‘Damn it, she still won’t wake up?’
The strange sensation on her chest made Lu Qiancha both ashamed and angry, her cheeks turning so red they looked ready to drip blood.
‘Is this girl pretending to be asleep?’
After being “tortured” for a long time, an idea formed in her shame-filled little brain. Lu Qiancha bit her lower lip, a look of desperate resolution flashing in her eyes.
She snapped her head around and fixed her gaze on the large silver-gray tail behind Ling Wanbai that was rising and falling with her breathing.
‘There it is, the weakness of this trash fish priestess.’
Lu Qiancha’s little hand shot out like lightning, aimed straight for the base of that fluffy tail. The wolf cub’s five fingers formed a claw, gripping down with the force of wind and thunder.
*Ngh — !*
A strange sensation surged from the base of the tail like lightning through her whole body, instantly waking the sleeping Ling Wanbai. She practically launched herself off the bed by instinct.
If not for Lu Qiancha’s small hand still tightly gripping the base of her tail, the massive momentum would have sent her tumbling headfirst off the bed.
Ling Wanbai’s gray eyes went wide, her sleepiness completely driven away by the sudden electric-like shock.
She panted, still in shock, the dazed look on her face lasting for several seconds before slowly receding like a tide, returning to her usual calm and rippleless expression.
She turned slightly, looking at Lu Qiancha still lying on the bed with a trace of confusion and a not-yet-fully-understood sense of grievance.
The wolf cub sat there, one hand guarding her chest with a lingering flush on her cheeks, while her other hand firmly held that troublesome silver-gray big tail.
“Why are you grabbing my tail?”
Ling Wanbai’s voice carried the slight rasp of someone who had just woken up, her gray eyes filled with pure confusion.
“No reason,” Lu Qiancha said huffily, letting go of the tail like it was a hot potato and turning her face away. “Bad priestess, I hate you.”
She quickly rolled out of bed with a hint of venting her frustration and began pulling on her clothes.
Ling Wanbai watched Lu Qiancha’s back as she hurriedly changed. Then, just as Lu Qiancha was about to step away from the bedside —
“Ngh.” A muffled grunt escaped her.
Lu Qiancha’s calves suddenly went weak as if the bones had been removed.
She stumbled forward uncontrollably, and if she hadn’t quickly grabbed the nearby dressing table, she would have performed a full prostration on the spot.
What exactly had happened while she was asleep? Ling Wanbai tilted her head, the dazedness in her silver-gray pupils not dissipating but instead rippling further like a stone thrown into a lake.
Lu Qiancha used the cool wall for support as she walked out the door. Although the sudden soreness in her calves had mostly faded, the lingering weakness still made her footsteps unsteady.
‘Dammit…’ Feeling her body’s lack of cooperation, a flame of shame and anger rose in her heart.
‘This body is too useless. Just because that trash fish priestess touched me a little, it turned soft like this. This is so embarrassing.’
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. Biting her lower lip, she secretly vowed: ‘Just you wait, Ling Wanbai. I’ll get back at you for this sooner or later. I’ll make you pay a heavy price, you trash fish priestess.’
Just then, Shangguan Yunzhu, who had also woken up early, spotted Lu Qiancha. She gave a gentle greeting, “Good morning, Xiao Qiancha. Do you have any plans for today?”
As she spoke, Shangguan Yunzhu stepped forward and patted Lu Qiancha’s little head. It felt much better than when she had patted the male disguise yesterday.
Lu Qiancha was still thinking about how to take revenge on Ling Wanbai. She didn’t dodge; instead, she instinctively stood on her tiptoes and rubbed her little ears against the other woman’s palm.
However, after rubbing, Lu Qiancha realized that the person patting her wasn’t Xun Xue.