The Morning After: A Meowing Revelation

The next day, both of them didn’t stir awake until well into the afternoon.

“Still all looks and no stamina?”

“No more…”

“Did I cherish you well?”

“Yes…”

Qing Zixi could only offer soft, weak replies to Lan Mengyao’s questions.

However, when Lan Mengyao asked if she was comfortable and enjoyed it, and if she wanted to go again, Qing Zixi decided she couldn’t give in this time.

“Who, who would feel comfortable? Certainly not me! Don’t you dare come closer!”

Qing Zixi rubbed her slender waist, clutching a pillow as she scrambled into the corner of the bed.

The pitiful sight of the white-haired loli, trembling with her pillow, was actually quite adorable…

Lan Mengyao had no intention of continuing either. She yawned, having only fallen asleep around five or six in the morning after starting at midnight.

She climbed out of bed and pulled open a sliver of the curtains.

Though it was winter, the sunlight streaming through the window felt surprisingly warm.

It cast a crystalline glow on her fingers, making her already beautiful hands shine even brighter.

Just as they finished their simple meal, Lan Mengyao changed the bedsheets.

She was preparing to begin Qing Zixi’s special training when a knocking echoed from outside.

“Who is it?”

“It’s meow!”

Lan Mengyao peered through the peephole. Seeing it was Xia Mengying, she opened the door with a sigh of relief.

Xia Mengying often came over to play, so their relationship was quite good.

However, the moment she opened the door, Lan Mengyao felt a pang of regret.

“You, you, you, look meow! She’s not dead? Is she in your room, meow!”

Xia Mengying stood on her tiptoes, thrusting her phone forward. The screen was plastered with news of Lan Mengyao having a cute, white-haired loli sister.

All the viewers had witnessed it firsthand, and recordings of last night’s live stream were circulating everywhere.

‘Damn it, how could I have almost forgotten that these viewers are all big-mouthed busybodies?’

Lan Mengyao pressed a hand to her forehead.

This was indeed her own oversight. After Qing Zixi’s provocative taunts yesterday, Lan Mengyao had almost lost her usual calm and rationality.

Her mind had been preoccupied with how to properly ‘cherish’ her, causing her to forget her influence as a professional player and streamer.

‘If I could recognize her as my adorable younger brother from before, then others would naturally be able to recognize her too.’

“Hmm… she suddenly appeared at my doorstep, so I brought her back.”

“Speaking of which, what strange cosplay are you doing?”

Lan Mengyao explained, while her gaze swept over Xia Mengying. She was just wearing ordinary clothes.

Were they playing truth or dare?

“I was so shocked by the news this morning, meow, that I accidentally drank the Meow Meow Potion, meow…”

Xia Mengying awkwardly scuffed her toes on the floor. However, her mood quickly shifted.

She pointed at the white-haired loli on the phone screen and continued.

“Quick, quick, let me see her, meow!”

“She’s inside. Oh, and her name is Qing Zixi now.”

Watching Xia Mengying practically sprint into the room, Lan Mengyao hurriedly followed.

‘No, I need to be a strict supervisor. Even someone as restrained as myself couldn’t resist Eve’s temptation and stole the forbidden fruit.’

‘If it were that boisterous great chemist, who knows what strange things she might do.’

“Zixi, meow!?”

The door was suddenly thrown open with a bang. Qing Zixi looked up, about to mock Lan Mengyao for her strange verbal tic.

However, she was met with the sight of a petite girl, with peach-pink hair and fair skin, who looked just like a doll. This girl was rushing towards her.

‘No, no, no, ‘girl’ is too strange. She’s clearly not much taller than this young lady!’

‘It’s just…’

‘Stare…’

‘How is this person so much bigger than me!’

‘…Speaking of which, who is this?’

A pair of curious, light green eyes blinked, then welled up with tears.

The girl fiercely lunged forward, embracing Qing Zixi in a tight hug.

“Wuwuwu, I missed you so much, meow! Do you know how I lived without you, meow?”

“I spent all of yesterday researching resurrection potions, but they all failed. I thought I’d never see you again, meow!”

‘Who is this strange Meow Meow girl!?’

Qing Zixi was utterly bewildered by the sudden embrace.

‘Wow, she’s hugging so tight, I’m suffocating! Where does such a petite body get so much strength?’

‘But, her hair…’

A faint, peachy fragrance enveloped her. If she had to think of anyone she knew who fit this description…

“Xia Mengying?”

“Correct~ You haven’t seen her like this before, have you?”

Lan Mengyao leaned against the doorframe, confirming Qing Zixi’s guess. Only after Xia Mengying had thoroughly ‘cuddled’ her fill did she reluctantly release her tight embrace.

She then pulled out a tissue from her pocket and wiped her eyes.

“Good, good thing you’re alright, meow.”

Gazing at the girl before her, who was roughly her own height, with red-rimmed eyes and an adorable lilt to her voice, Qing Zixi inwardly mused, ‘If I can’t deal with Lan Mengyao, how can I possibly deal with you?’

“Hmph, so you actually care about my safety? I recall you constantly playing pranks, putting strange potions into my water cup.”

“It’s a miracle I haven’t been poisoned to death by you already.”

Qing Zixi stood up, pouting her lips as she looked down at Xia Mengying with a serious expression.

Then, with a sudden burst of laughter, she pointed at her and doubled over.

“Pfft, hahahaha, huh, what was that, meow? Hahahaha, an old cow trying to eat tender grass? You must have drunk your own strange potion, haven’t you?”

“Harm others, and it comes back to bite you, little sister Trashy Sakura~”

‘Tsk.’

Compared to Xia Mengying, who was secretly fuming, Qing Zixi felt utterly exhilarated.

She marked a tick in the second column of her mental notebook. One day, she vowed to put one tick after another behind all seven of them!

“Those potions aren’t strange at all. I’ve experimented with all of them myself; there’s no danger, meow.”

Xia Mengying stood up to explain, but Qing Zixi’s reply was practically a death wish.

“Hmph, what’s the use? It’s like children playing house. Can drinking them fill my stomach? They’re useless for food or clothing~”

‘What’s the use?’

‘What use?’

‘Use.’

Lan Mengyao didn’t really have any particular pet peeves, but Xia Mengying was different.

Though usually more lively and outgoing than Lan Mengyao, when someone disparaged her meticulously developed potions, she would unleash all her accumulated knowledge to thoroughly ‘educate’ that person.

Qing Zixi had accurately stepped on Xia Mengying’s biggest nerve. Knowing this, Lan Mengyao wore a subtly gloating expression.

Why wouldn’t she be happy to have someone ‘discipline’ her adorable, sharp-tongued younger sister?

“Hey, what, what are you doing? Are you getting angry just because I said a few words?”

Watching Xia Mengying, whose face was clouded with anger, radiating a powerful aura as she advanced, Qing Zixi instinctively recoiled.

She saw Xia Mengying swallow a pill, and her body began to grow. In mere moments, her formerly petite figure transformed into a voluptuous and graceful form.

“The Transformation Potion can counteract the effects of the Meow Meow Potion. I thought that by staying small, I wouldn’t scare you, which is why I endured the speech quirk and didn’t change back.”

“However, it seems your courage is so immense that you wouldn’t even fear a tiger.”

The tables had turned. Now, Lan Mengyao looked down at Qing Zixi with a serious expression.

She realized she had indeed misjudged this little sister before.

‘She had thought Qing Zixi was shy and reserved, like the youngest of the Seven Sisters, Ye Ya’er. She never expected her to dare mock her so brazenly.’

Thump.

Qing Zixi plopped onto the bed. Just as she thought of turning to flee, a large hand seized her two slender ankles, which were clad in white stockings.

“Oh no, I was wrong, I was wrong.”

She didn’t know where she was wrong, but she knew she was wrong first. However, Xia Mengying wasn’t listening to Qing Zixi’s excuses.

With a strength Qing Zixi couldn’t resist, she slowly, gradually, pulled her legs apart.

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—Daily Question—

Qing Zixi is bound and blindfolded, engaged in ‘activities.’ Each movement brings a jingling sound. Who is with her~?