Yue Liuyi had read piles of magic books. Their heroes strode through storms, arms around beauties or slaying Demon Kings, basking in reverence like suns at noon.
(But why does it turn into this for me!)
She never expected the living room to paint this kind of scene.
Zaocun sat blissfully on Dixue’s lap like a purring kitten, munching dried fish fed by Dixue and Maria.
“Zaocun, is it tasty~”
“Tasty~”
She’d been on the verge of tears, but snacks bought her off like spring rain soothing dusty streets.
The tableau was warm, a lily-scented girlish scroll. Rather than Yue as heroine stepping into a girls’ garden, it was Yedie Snow, the garden’s mistress, opening a carefree harem.
Taking it that way, everything clicks—Third Princess as rival, Xiang Xiaoyan as bestie, Maria as buddy, Zaocun as the cute pet. And Yue Liuyi—the aggrieved little wife.
So our great “male” lead, Miss Yue Liuyi, nibbled cookies with a wronged look, like frost under moonlight.
“I’m eating...”
“Xiao Yue, don’t get jealous!”
“I’m not jealous!”
Dixue’s sudden line made Yue almost choke on her cookie, like a pebble catching in a stream.
“Don’t worry. I belong to Xiao Yue alone. Don’t rush. By day, we’re all good friends~”
She said that, yet kept feeding the catfolk girl fish treats, her green eyes sly as foxfire; Zaocun floated in flavor, oblivious to the world.
“A-anyway... I’m a bit sleepy. I’ll go wash my face!”
“Careful, don’t trip.”
“I’m not a natural airhead!”
She shook her head like a bird flicking off water and stepped into the luxurious bath.
A cute blue-haired girl stood opposite and shook her head at Yue—adorable as a wave at shore.
“Eh!?”
Yue jumped. She thought the Skyship had another girl aboard. Then she focused; it was only a mirror. That adorable blue-haired girl was her.
“Uh... I’m a bit dazed.”
Curiosity bloomed first, like a shy flower. Yue leaned toward the mirror.
For a boy, staring in a mirror too long reads as vanity. So Yue had never lingered. Now... she understood why Dixue had pushed her down like a gust tipping reeds.
The girl in the glass was too cute: big blue eyes like deep pools, waist-length curls like river silk, lips soft as peach skin, cheeks round as a baby’s moon.
No danger anywhere in sight; her look begged for protection and pats like a warm cat in sunlight.
Plus the blue bow Dixue had pinned, and that layered, frilly dress swirling like a small storm of lace...
(With this look, “embracing beauties” is a joke! I’ll be lucky not to get confessions from creepy uncles, or stalkers snapping shots... Wait! Are there really no stalkers? Gong Linxun probably hired more than one.)
The more she thought, the colder it felt, like night wind under eaves. As Dixue said, she had zero self‑protection. As a boy, being snapped didn’t sting. But imagining her photos posted on unknown sites for paid download—especially when the stalkers wouldn’t toss her a single coin—she felt miffed. Very, very miffed.
The girl in the mirror mirrored the sadness, tugging sympathy like rain on glass, making one want to cross over and hug her tight.
(Wow, that’s scary...)
Yue sighed like a drifting breeze. She’d think later. For now, she should act more ladylike. As Dixue’s ally, she’d mind her image and not shame the team.
What she didn’t know: Dixue had already cleaned up every would‑be paparazzo aiming at Xiao Yue, and quietly sent them to the Auntie Club as servers.
On the Sky Voyager, rich matrons abound like summer peonies. For rule‑breakers, being ringed by aunties pushing two hundred pounds might be the best destiny.
“Xiao Yue, you done washing~”
From outside, Dixue’s voice and footsteps flowed in like a warm stream.
“Almost...”
Not wanting LittleSnow to learn she’d stared at herself so long, Yue hurried through her wash and headed out.
“Coming.”
She didn’t know that, though she turned, the Yue in the mirror did not.
The blue‑haired girl in the glass stood quiet, watched her hurried “self,” and smiled, faint as dawn mist.
“I’ll protect everyone...”
The silver‑haired girl had shed her flowing white dress and slipped on a puffy top.
Her smooth, white legs were bare beneath the sleepwear, crossed shyly, gleaming like porcelain—dangerously alluring.
“L-LittleSnow... w-why are you dressed like that!”
“Of course, to sleep...” Dixue stretched an arm and yawned, lazy as a cat, with a playful glint. “But since Xiao Yue’s so eager, let’s start now~”
“Start... start what!”
“What we didn’t finish earlier~”
Dixue lowered her arm, dropped it onto Yue’s shoulder with a foxish grin, and began untying the ribbons on the blue‑haired girl’s top.
(Ugh... I’m—being undressed!! Isn’t this supposed to be the boy’s job! No way... Dixue is too naughty, always teasing me. I’m flipping it on her!)
“Didn’t you just say you belong to me? So next... whatever I do is fair game, right?”
“Uu!!”
Yue saw Dixue’s voice hitch. A blush rolled across her cheeks like sunset, and her green eyes looked extra cute.
But the silver‑haired girl rallied. She bowed slightly and “worked up” a pitiful look. “Then... Lord Yue, please be gentle. This girl’s first time, and I don’t know complicated things...”
Dixue’s whisper was fine as thread, like a good girl facing a notorious patron, making any decent soul hesitate.
“Uh...”
Once a decent soul, Yue had already strayed down a wicked little path, with no turning back. She had to tease LittleSnow to the end and couldn’t blush out here. “No! If I’m not satisfied, LittleSnow will accompany me tomorrow night too—until I am!”
“Ah... Lord Yue, how wicked...”
Two girls climbed into bed~
...
“L-LittleSnow, let’s keep this pose...”
“Mm... it feels s-so strange...”
“You said so yourself... Right! Stay like this until I wake. No sneaking off first!”
“Mm. Then Xiao Yue—Lord Yue—must keep it too.”
“Of course! I’m underneath, after all...”
“Then... good night.”
“Good night...”
Hand in hand, fingers laced, the two girls drifted to sleep. The warmth in their palms spread like ember‑light and felt safe.
Appendix: A Ghost’s Worry
“Uh... are you two putting on a stage play? After all that fuss... you just held hands.”
Noon sunlight filtered through thick curtains, pouring warm pale gold into the room. From the bedroom’s small mirror, a translucent ghost drifted out.
The ghost looked somewhat like Yue Liuyi, with the same blue hair, but her pupils were pink like cherry blossoms in spring.
“LittleSnow, honestly—she hides her shyness by teasing others, to dodge her own heartbeat. That bad habit still hasn’t changed!”
The ghost hovered over Yue and Dixue’s heads, blinking in exasperation. “Last night, you were so close, but shyness turned it into this. If she’d show herself more honestly, Miss Yue would adore her! Yet she insists on the big‑sister act...”
Staring at their clasped hands, the ghost wore concern like rain clouds. She had barely awakened from a long sleep, thought Dixue had finally found her other half... only to see Dixue plotting little schemes that worried her soul.
“Right... there’s a strong power on Miss Yue. If that’s the case... maybe it’ll work~”
Watching the blue and the white sleeping side by side, Xinrui spun a happy circle under the ceiling, then slowly faded.
