Looking at Bai Shuanglian’s calm and composed expression, Ling Xiaoyou always wondered if she was just overreacting.
But no matter how she thought about it, her reaction was still the normal one, right?
Yes, it must be because Bai Shuanglian is too much of a pervert that she herself seems so strange in comparison.
Thinking this in her heart, Ling Xiaoyou rubbed her small face, trying to make the blush disappear.
“Eh, you just don’t understand!”
She said, puffing out her not-so-big chest with a confident look.
Bai Shuanglian’s gaze lingered on her chest for a moment before turning away with a hint of regret to look at Ling Xiaoyou’s delicate face.
Ling Xiaoyou didn’t notice Bai Shuanglian’s gaze.
Otherwise, even if it meant Xiaoyu, who was watching the movie nearby, might see, she would have given Bai Shuanglian a good beating!
“Hmph, isn’t there a saying like this!”
Ling Xiaoyou waggled her finger like a teacher instructing a student.
“Can this be left undone? Can it be done tomorrow? Can it be given to someone else? Can it be given to someone else tomorrow?”
With hands on her hips, she looked at Bai Shuanglian triumphantly.
“So, why are you so worried about this? If the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up, so you, little shorty, don’t need to think about it.”
Bai Shuanglian glanced at Ling Xiaoyou, who was a head shorter than her, and wisely refrained from saying, ‘If I’m a little shorty, then are you a little-little shorty?’
She reached out and gently patted Ling Xiaoyou’s head.
“Then can I take this as you caring about me?”
Ling Xiaoyou instinctively rubbed her little head against Bai Shuanglian’s palm.
Realizing what she was doing, her whole body stiffened, and she quickly slapped Bai Shuanglian’s hand away.
“Hmph, of course not!”
“I’m just passing on my Great Dao of Slacking to you!”
She raised her chin proudly, looking at Bai Shuanglian.
“If you think what I said makes sense, then you should call me Master now!”
“Is that so?”
Bai Shuanglian raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smile on her lips.
She leaned down, bringing her face close to Ling Xiaoyou’s ear.
Under the latter’s wary ‘What are you trying to do’ gaze, she suddenly took her earlobe into her mouth, licked it a few times with her tongue, and spoke in a magnetic, sticky voice.
“Master~”
That one word made Ling Xiaoyou’s whole body go numb.
Her cheeks turned bright red, almost steaming.
“What are you doing?”
At this moment, Ling Xiaoyou felt as soft as cotton candy.
But she still forced herself upright, not letting herself collapse into Bai Shuanglian’s arms.
Ling Xiaoyou glanced at Xiaoyu out of the corner of her eye and, seeing she was still focused on the TV, breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, she used all her remaining strength to push Bai Shuanglian away.
“You big pervert, doing this kind of thing again!”
Although Ling Xiaoyou wanted to act fierce, her flushed face, soft body, and weak tone made her look more like a piece of sweet, delicious cotton candy, easy to be tasted by anyone.
Seeing Ling Xiaoyou’s soft and delicate appearance, Bai Shuanglian’s gaze grew deeper, but she still forcibly suppressed the impulse in her heart.
To distract herself, she looked at Xiaoyu, who was watching the movie, and asked Ling Xiaoyou,
“By the way, Xiaoyou, there’s something I want to ask you.”
“What is it? Are you planning to do something perverted again?”
Ling Xiaoyou glanced at her.
Having grown used to Bai Shuanglian’s behavior, she was much calmer now.
Though her soft tone, blushing face, and gentle posture did little to support that impression.
“It’s not that.”
Bai Shuanglian shook her head and pointed at Xiaoyu.
“I just wanted to ask if you’ve ever mentioned cultivation to this child.”
“I wonder if she’s willing to cultivate?”
“Oh right, I forgot to bring that up with Xiaoyu.”
Ling Xiaoyou clapped her hands in realization, then waved dismissively.
“But it’s not a big problem. At worst, I’ll just ask now.”
She forced herself upright, trying to look normal as she prepared to ask Xiaoyu.
“Let me do it. You don’t look like you have any strength right now.”
Bai Shuanglian pushed Ling Xiaoyou back down, returning her to her soft state, and spoke.
“Whose fault do you think that is!”
But Ling Xiaoyou showed no gratitude.
After all, the reason she was like this was entirely Bai Shuanglian’s fault!
If not for her earlier actions, she wouldn’t be numb and powerless now!
“Do you need me to compensate you, then?”
Bai Shuanglian laughed softly.
Her dark eyes sparkled as she looked at Ling Xiaoyou.
“…No way! Hurry up and ask Xiaoyu for me!”
Ling Xiaoyou turned away, her cheeks red, her voice a bit unnatural.
“Alright.”
Bai Shuanglian nodded, not teasing Ling Xiaoyou any further.
Ling Xiaoyou let out a sigh of relief, though she felt a strange sense of disappointment inside.
No, what am I disappointed for?!
Ling Xiaoyou shook her head, trying to rid herself of the emotion.
Bai Shuanglian sat down next to Xiaoyu and, under the girl’s curious gaze, chose her words carefully before speaking.
“Xiaoyu, you should know your physique isn’t quite the same as a normal person, right?”
Seeing that Bai Shuanglian had already gone to question Xiaoyu, Ling Xiaoyou felt the empty space beside her but didn’t quite know what to do.
She glanced over at Bai Shuanglian, thought for a moment, then simply let herself sprawl on the sofa, squirming a little.
“Eh, my physique is really different from a normal person’s?!”
Xiaoyu exclaimed in surprise at Bai Shuanglian’s words.
“Of course, after all… huh?”
Bai Shuanglian’s words stopped as she looked down at her thigh—where a white little head had snuggled up, naturally and comfortably using her as a pillow.
“Hmm? What are you looking at?”
Ling Xiaoyou rested on Bai Shuanglian’s thigh, feeling the ‘pillow’ was soft and comfy.
No complaints!
She glanced at Bai Shuanglian, snorted, and said,
“You made me so weak, of course you have to take responsibility!”
“Okay, okay, I’ll take responsibility. But don’t say such things in front of a child…”
Bai Shuanglian helplessly rubbed Ling Xiaoyou’s little head, then looked at Xiaoyu, who was blinking her big eyes, watching their interaction with interest.
“…Hmph! What’s there to be afraid of? I have a thick skin. I’m not scared at all!”
Ling Xiaoyou hesitated for a moment, but still forced herself to sound tough.
Though her rosy, delicate face didn’t make it convincing at all.