“Daddy’s a big meanie… Wah…”

“I hate Daddy the most!”

“One more peep, and your time-out doubles—from thirty minutes to a full hour!”

The moment the words left my mouth, Xiao Xian, standing in the corner with her back to me, fell completely silent.

Punishment for openly teasing her dad: thirty minutes facing the wall after dinner.

This kid can’t be spoiled—not even a little. Spoil her once, and she turns into a handful. Especially Xiao Xian. She inherited zero of her mother’s grace. No manners, and where on earth did she learn that “indirect kiss” line?

I propped my legs on the coffee table, scrolling my phone while watching the clock. Only after thirty minutes would Xiao Xian be free to leave the corner—punishment complete.

She looked utterly wronged. Silent, yes, but soft whimpers and sniffles still drifted over.

No use playing pitiful with me. That “whimper-whimper” act’s kinda cute, honestly. Keep whimpering all you want.

My thoughts drifted back to my senior—and her message.

She clearly had something to say… then instantly regretted it and recalled it?

What *was* that message?

Regret from shyness? Something deeper? Or… did she just send it to the wrong person?

Please, not the last one. All this overthinking would be pointless.

But if not… her heart remained a mystery.

After turning it over and over, I let it go.

Someday, I’ll earn her trust. Then we’ll be open, honest, as close as can be… spending every night in blissful—

*Ahem.* Got carried away.

Still, my confidence had genuinely soared. All thanks to Xiao Xian, standing there in the corner looking so wronged.

I cleared my throat. Not a big deal. A gentle reminder later would do.

“Alright, come here. Daddy forgives you.”

Only fifteen minutes had passed—but whatever.

Xiao Xian hesitated, then shuffled over shyly, head bowed.

I reached out, pulled her into my lap. She let out a tiny yelp, then settled quietly.

The sweet scent of my adorable little loli filled the air. My breath brushed her pale neck—she shivered.

“Wah… It tickles, Daddy!” A whine, dripping with coyness.

I hugged her close, arms around her tiny waist, holding her like a plush body pillow.

“Daddy’s such a… hentai…” she murmured.

Her voice had dropped to a whisper; her breathing grew quick.

“I am *not* a hentai!” I retorted, flustered. “Where do you even learn these things? Never say them again!”

“It’s *from* you, Daddy!” she shot back, cheeks flushed.

I froze. Wait… my *future* self?

So future me’s not just a scumbag—he’s corrupting kids too?!

No. Way.

“What happened?” My mind churned, but I had zero grounds to scold. I softened my tone.

Xiao Xian sat demurely, hands folded in her lap, blushing. After a pause, she stammered:

“Daddy… didn’t *teach* me… But… I saw Daddy’s picture books… They had love stories… and naked men and women…”

“Enough! Don’t say another word!”

*Oh.* Now I got it. Ye Huaixian, you idiot! Leaving those doujinshi—so private—just lying around?!

Didn’t I even have *Usagi Drop* in there?!

“Y-you didn’t… finish them… right?”

Xiao Xian fell silent.

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A wave of sheer embarrassment crashed over me—like getting caught by your parents watching *certain* videos alone. Cringe overflowing.

“I read most… and one book had a daddy and his adopted daughter…”

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Um… Fellow readers. Any way to erase memories? Need advice ASAP!