“Xiao Yue, don’t go too far!”
“Huh? Didn’t I say it—don’t call me Xiao Yue. Call me husband.”
“Uu—uu!!”
Heat bloomed like sunrise on snow; the silver-haired girl’s eyes went moon-wide, cheeks dewing red—too lovely, too cute.
“If you don’t, I won’t get off LittleSnow. Serves you right for bullying me.”
“Ah… mm…”
Breath came in waves; Dixue had no idea what to do. Yue Liuyi had pounced like a playful cat and wrapped her up. Flustered, the silver-haired girl shook her head.
“Xiao Yue… let’s not mess around, okay? A storm’s coming—we have to fight the Evil Deity soon. It’s not playtime.”
“No.”
“Huh!?”
“If LittleSnow won’t listen, I’ll run away—like a kite cut loose. I won’t come back.”
“Wah, please don’t!”
Startled, Dixue hugged Yue Liuyi tight, pleading like rain on dry earth. “I was joking! I won’t sell you, Xiao Yue!”
“Then… only calling me husband proves LittleSnow was joking.”
“Eh!? B-but… h-husband is too… too lewd!”
Her face flushed like ripe peaches; she turned away, unable to meet Yue Liuyi’s gaze.
“Lewd? Why is ‘husband’ lewd?”
“B-because if we’re married… you have to first— the bridal—wah! That kind of thing is way too hard!”
“The bridal—wah!? That’s not what I meant!”
“Isn’t it? Then what did you mean, Xiao Yue? (It sounded so risqué—weren’t you trying to…?)”
“Uu…”
Troubled, Yue Liuyi shook her head. Dixue played like wind through bamboo, yet in certain unspeakable places she was white-paper pure. The Night Clan heiress had mixed up an act with its outcome, like mist with rain.
“T-then… you can call me wife instead!”
“Wife…?”
“Wife…?”
Blue hair and silver hair blinked at each other like sparrows on a twig, sensing no problem at all.
“Then… does that make me the husband?”
Dixue looked back at Yue Liuyi, emerald eyes bright as spring water, full of mischief ready to leap.
“No, that’s not it! Uu…”
“So Xiao Yue still wants big sis to push her down, huh? Don’t worry—leave it to me. I’ll use real action to prove I’ll never sell you.”
“Wah! I told you, that’s not what I meant…”
…
…
“Wife, please don’t be mad…”
“Who’s your wife? I’m running away! I won’t come back.”
The blue-haired girl puffed her cheeks like a stormy cloud; the moment she finished, LittleSnow knocked her flat again, like a playful tide.
Sure, “push down” just meant Dixue pouncing and pinning her to the floor, but the perfect chance to tease LittleSnow scattered like leaves in wind.
So Yue Liuyi wasn’t mad at Dixue—she was mad at herself, like a cat that missed the jump.
“Uu! Please don’t run away!”
“I keep getting bullied and teased here. The outside feels freer, like open sky.”
“It’s not like that! I—I was wrong… h-husband…”
“Eh!”
Yue Liuyi lifted her head. LittleSnow knelt beside her like a patient shrine maiden, cheeks burning, fingers parting the buttons of her top one by one, like petals.
“Wah! LittleSnow, what are you doing?”
“A-although… I’ve never… but if it’s Xiao Yue, maybe I can endure it.”
“Endure what?”
“Huh? Isn’t Xiao Yue about to transform and do… naughty things?”
“I said it’s not that!!”
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…
In the end, the two girls agreed.
Stick with Xiao Yue and LittleSnow.
Those names wouldn’t turn cheeks into blazing sunset, nor accidentally open doors to certain terrifying things.
