Late night draped like ink over Longteng Community, and a bright golden silhouette hovered beside a window. Little Loli, in a pale-blue nightdress, perched on her sill like a sparrow. Her golden hair spilled down her back like sunlight, a little tangled. She curled her legs, hands cupping creamy, perfect cheeks like porcelain. Blood-red pupils fixed on the moon, a polished jade disc sailing the sky. “Mm, we’re going shopping tomorrow…” she murmured, voice soft as mist. “Better sleep. I’ll need good energy.” Sleepy contentment warmed her chest. She smoothed her slightly rolled nightdress, then dove onto her pink bed like a falling petal.

Morning broke like pale gold, and Little Loli rose on her own. After a quick wash, she appeared at the table, breath fresh as dew. Madam Xiao came from the kitchen and blinked, surprise flashing like lightning. “Huh! Today’s odd—Xiaoxue is up this early. Did the sun rise in the west?”

“Mom, seriously, it’s just getting up early. So annoying…” She pouted, tongue out like a playful kitten. Madam Xiao froze a heartbeat, then smiled with warm spring-breeze eyes. “I really did give birth to a charming little enchantress.” She patted Little Loli’s head, then turned, apron fluttering like a small flag, and went back to the kitchen.

“Ah! I slept so well.” The old man slammed the door open with a gust. He stretched like a lazy cat, voice spilling out in a yawn. “Dad!” Little Loli’s cry cracked the calm like a pebble on glass. “Ah—ah! What, what?” He almost dropped to the floor, legs jelly.

He recovered, grin crooked like a crescent moon. “Sweet girl, up early—got something today?” He shuffled to the door, grabbed the newspaper like netting a fish. “Yeah, I’m heading out. Why?” “Going to play with boys, hmm?” He leaned in, suspicion narrowing his eyes like knife-edges. Little Loli snatched the newspaper, then slapped it onto his face with a crisp snap. “Hmph. Do you think that’s possible?” She huffed, then remembered herself; heat bloomed across her cheeks like sunset. “Just going shopping with friends. Don’t ask.”

He picked the paper off the floor and pinched her rosy cheeks, fingers light as feathers. Satisfied, the old man opened the paper, rustle like rain. “Sadistic dad…” she muttered under her breath like wind in grass. The newspaper tilted, then settled, his calm returning like a pond.

“Breakfast’s here!” Madam Xiao carried out a hearty spread, steam curling like clouds. “Wow! Bacon bread, my favorite.” Little Loli bit in, joy sparkling like fireflies. “This child…” Madam Xiao watched, smile warm as sunlight.

In the mirror bloomed a breathtaking beauty, delicate as frost and bright as dawn. A deep-blue mini hat with tiny flowers sat askew, playful as a wren. She wore a gradient-blue Gothic lolita set, white accents twinkling like stars. A white bow at the chest hid a shy curve, sweet as sugar. The skirt flared just enough, hem kissing the knees with neat white trim. Gold hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall. Semi-transparent black stockings wrapped her legs, allure sharp as moonlight on water.

“Mm, this look’s pretty good.” Little Loli judged herself, mood light as a breeze. The bedside phone rang, trilling like a bird. “Figures, Nana calling.” She picked up. “Xiaoxue, ready? I’m downstairs,” Joanna’s voice purred, smooth as velvet. “Got it, got it. I’m coming down now.”

She tucked the phone into her small purse, then slipped out of her room. “Wow.” The old man paused mid-wipe, jaw dropping like a fallen stone. His eyes almost popped, round as coins. “Dad, don’t stare at me…” For once, Little Loli blushed and barked, voice like a flicked whip.

“Ah, sorry. My daughter’s too dazzling; I lost my cool.” He chuckled, sheepish as a schoolboy. “Hmph.” She tossed a look, proud as a cat. She pulled on black low-cut leather boots and stepped out, heels tapping like rain.

“That little lass could stun a crowd; she’ll slay out there,” the old man thought, smile hiding like smoke. He went back to wiping, rag sweeping like waves. In the community, passersby paused, gazes fastening on the petite Gothic lolita like hooks. “Ugh, every time I go out, people stare,” Little Loli grumbled, fingers fidgeting on her small bag.

She reached the gate, where a big Bentley lounged like a black whale. A driver stood by the rear door, posture crisp as a blade. Seeing her, he opened it with a soft click. “Miss, please get in.” Little Loli drew breath to thank him, but hands from inside tugged her into the car like a tide. “Mmph—Nana, what are you—” Warm lips sealed hers; Joanna’s tongue parted Xiaoxue’s cherry lips like a key turning. She invaded boldly, sweetness and heat swirling like wine. After half a minute, Joanna let the Little Loli go, breath mixing like steam.

“Today’s Xiaoxue tastes delicious,” Joanna smiled, wicked as a fox. “Nana, honestly—who does that on arrival?” Xiaoxue wriggled free, fingers smoothing her gold hair like combed silk. She perched her little hat back on with a light tap. “Can’t help it. My Xiaoxue looks too good today.” Joanna’s gaze roved over Little Loli, predatory as a hawk; goosebumps rose like tiny thorns.

“It’s rare to go out, so of course I dress up,” Little Loli said, tone airy as fluff. She leaned against the seat, relaxed like a cat in sun. Joanna wore a red-dominant dress over white, hem barely veiling her thighs. White stockings with patterned trim made her cute as candy. Overall, she radiated wealth and nobility like a banner.

“Nana looks good too,” Little Loli added, voice warm as tea. “Has to be. I’m escorting my Xiaoxue shopping.” “Hey, who said I’m yours?” Xiaoxue shot back, blush blooming like peonies. “Hmph. You’re mine anyway.” Joanna turned to the driver, tone crisp as frost. “To Hualan Street. We’re shopping for the good stuff.”

“Yes, miss.” The driver pressed the throttle. The car sped away from Longteng Community, taillights flowing like twin comets.