Dipped in soybeans, so refreshing!

Lu Qiancha looked down at the puddle of soft mud in her arms and pursed her small mouth.

‘Thinking back to the first time I had my tail petted, at least I lasted two or three minutes. This little shrine official didn’t even last ten seconds.’

A word filled with teasing from a distant memory suddenly popped into her mind.

“Small fry shrine official~”

Lu Qiancha hummed this evaluation almost subconsciously, with a hint of playful smugness.

“…”

Although Ling Wanbai had never heard this strange term, her intuition instantly understood the implication of “weak” and “vulnerable.” The layer of dazed mist shrouding her instantly dissipated.

She propped herself up from Lu Qiancha’s arms expressionlessly, her gray eyes locking onto the other person calmly. Then, under Lu Qiancha’s suddenly confused gaze—she struck like lightning.

She instantly grabbed Lu Qiancha’s large, fluffy tail, which was swaying smugly in the air.

Ling Wanbai precisely seized the lifeline of the culprit, and immediately after, without hesitation, she lowered her head and opened her mouth slightly—

“Awoo!”

She bit down solidly on the most sensitive tip of the tail, her movement crisp and clean, carrying an unquestionable air of revenge.

Lu Qiancha: “??”

“Why do you stuff everything into your mouth?! You can’t eat my tail!”

Lu Qiancha was both angry and anxious, frantically pushing at Ling Wanbai’s face, which was close at hand and focused on tasting the tip of her tail, trying to rescue her poor tail from the other’s mouth.

The next moment, Lu Qiancha felt the tip of her tail being gently rubbed by the other’s teeth. An uncontrollable, strange sensation carrying a numbing thrill rushed from her tailbone straight to her brain.

“Huu-mi…!”

Lu Qiancha subconsciously let out a cute, soft, and glutinous scream.

“Baddie…” Her voice carried a tearful tone of exasperation, her small face flushing crimson. “W-what are you doing!”

“I am biting you.” Ling Wanbai lifted her eyelids, her gray eyes looking at the bristling Lu Qiancha calmly and wavelessly, stating the obvious fact.

Seeing that words were ineffective, Lu Qiancha decisively adopted “countermeasures”—she used both hands to hug Ling Wanbai’s fluffy large tail that hung by her side. Like a kidnapper holding a hostage, she threatened fiercely, “If you don’t let go of my tail, I’ll bite yours. I mean what I say!”

Ling Wanbai ignored Lu Qiancha. Her small, pearly teeth exerted a little force, gently grinding against the already extremely sensitive tail tip.

“Huu-wu…”

Struck by another weak electric current, Lu Qiancha’s body trembled uncontrollably.

‘S-so itchy, and such a strange feeling.’

Pushed to a desperate situation, Lu Qiancha’s temper flared. She steeled her heart; she would do what she said.

She opened her small mouth, revealing a row of small milk teeth, and imitating Ling Wanbai, took an “Awoo” bite.

She bit down solidly on the equally fluffy and soft tip of Ling Wanbai’s tail.

“Peh!”

The next second, Lu Qiancha wrinkled her little nose in disgust.

‘A mouth full of fur. I don’t know what’s so good about biting this.’

She puffed up her small face, glaring angrily at the bad shrine official opposite her who was still addicted to the tip of her tail.

Lu Qiancha looked at the other person’s expressionless face, as if she were above it all, and an inexplicable competitive spirit suddenly ignited in her heart.

Lu Qiancha lowered her head again and held Ling Wanbai’s tail tip in her mouth once more. This time, it wasn’t a simple bite. Instead, following the example, she used her own small milk teeth to gently grind against the other’s tail tip.

“Ngh…”

Ling Wanbai’s body shook visibly. That mask of calm and wavelessness seemed to be pierced by an invisible needle, and a suppressed moan leaked from her tightly pursed lips.

However, she stubbornly refused to let go.

So, the two of them remained in a stalemate, grinding against each other’s tail tips.

Time passed second by second. Two minutes felt as long as a century.

Finally, Ling Wanbai was the first to… admit defeat!

Her tense body seemed to be drained of its last bit of strength… it trembled violently and uncontrollably! Her whole person went completely soft, like melted ice cream, collapsing powerlessly onto Lu Qiancha.

Breathing rapidly, cheeks flushed, eyelashes trembling, exhausted.

“Huu… haa…”

Lu Qiancha wasn’t much better off. Her small face was red and hot, like a ripe apple.

One ear had long since drooped listlessly in her deep blue hair.

The other ear was also twitching weakly.

But she forced herself to hold on, trying hard to raise her little chin.

Those blue eyes, still misty with water vapor, were filled with incomparable pride!

‘I won.’

“Small fry shrine official~”

Lu Qiancha hummed the evaluation with a lazy tone of victory and a trace of unconcealable smugness.

She extended her relatively free small hand and gently rubbed Ling Wanbai, who was paralyzed in her arms.

Lu Qiancha looked at the limp Ling Wanbai and pouted helplessly. She circulated her spiritual energy, a pale blue light wrapping around her palms, and easily picked up Ling Wanbai, who was slightly taller than herself, in a princess carry. She carefully placed her on the soft bed nearby to settle her.

After dealing with Ling Wanbai, she turned back to her previous position. Her gaze fell on the chair she had been sitting on.

“Ngh… the chair is all dirty and sticky.”

Lu Qiancha’s small face immediately puffed up, mumbling in dissatisfaction. She nimbly rummaged through her storage pouch for a clean, soft handkerchief, squatted down, and seriously wiped the water stains off the chair.

Then, she looked down at her own clothes, which had suffered the same fate—her underpants and white tights were sticking to her legs, very uncomfortable.

She quickly took off these two soiled items and temporarily put them into an empty bag in her storage pouch reserved for laundry.

“Hurry and take a shower, my body feels terrible.”

Lu Qiancha complained in a low voice and strode toward the bathroom in the side room.

Possessing human-shaped small hands made bathing much more convenient. Lu Qiancha could finally bathe alone.

The warm water washed over her body, and she clumsily but diligently applied scented balm and lather to herself. Although when her small hands accidentally touched certain particularly sensitive areas, it would trigger an itching sensation that made her shrink her neck, overall, Lu Qiancha was—very satisfied—with this independent bathing experience.

The only thing that gave her a little trouble was her fluffy large tail and full head of long hair. Once wet, they became dead heavy, sticking behind her like two soaked blankets, feeling heavy and stuffy, making her very uncomfortable.

After finally washing herself until she was fragrant, Lu Qiancha mobilized her spiritual energy. Fine streams of water brushed over her body like a breeze, instantly evaporating every drop of water. Her fluffy large tail became furry and soft again, swaying comfortably behind her like a giant blue dandelion puff.

She walked out of the bathroom in a happy mood, carrying a refreshing dampness, and arrived at the tall wardrobe, preparing to change into clean and comfortable loungewear. She habitually probed her consciousness into her storage pouch…

The next second, Lu Qiancha froze in place.

She suddenly remembered that all her usual change of clothes and spare clothes were in Xun Xue’s storage ring.

And her own storage pouch was empty.

‘I’m… I’m doomed!’