Dipping Beans Finished, Complaints Begin

Fortunately, the clothes weren’t soiled, otherwise Lu Qiancha really wouldn’t know what to do.

She nimbly put on the dress from before, and then her underwear.
The cool night breeze slipped in through the crack in the window, gently brushing past her legs, bringing a trace of chill.

“Ngh…” The little wolf cub twisted her tail uncomfortably.
She felt that something was missing, a lack of wrapping sensation, it was weird.

‘Wuu… I feel like a huge pervert…’

An indescribable sense of shame quietly crept into her heart, and Lu Qiancha shyly lowered her little head.

She took small, mincing steps, her tail tightly tucked between her legs, like a thief-cat, slowly moving back to the entrance of the Shuixian Palace bedroom.
Carefully pushing open a crack in the door, she poked half her little head in to look—

Xun Xue had indeed returned and was sitting at the table sipping tea.

And what surprised her even more was that Ling Wanbai had also woken up.
She saw this little shrine official moving towards Xun Xue with similarly cramped, small steps, inch by inch.

Under Xun Xue’s slightly puzzled gaze, Ling Wanbai grabbed the sides of her skirt with both hands expressionlessly, and then…

“Swish,” she jerked it upwards.
Ling Wanbai spoke clearly in that flat, uninflected tone: “Please give me a pair of underpants, thank you.”

Xun Xue: “?”

A question mark slowly appeared above Xun Xue’s head.

Seeing this scene, Lu Qiancha couldn’t sit still any longer.

With a “bang,” she pushed the door open and entered, closing it tightly behind her with a deft backhand.
Then she “thump-thump-thump” rushed to Xun Xue’s other side.
Following the example, her small hands also grabbed the hem of her own little skirt and lifted it vigorously.

“Mother!” Lu Qiancha’s small face was slightly flushed, revealing a tender sprout of spring.
Her voice carried a pitiful tone, “I also want a pair of underpants… and tights!”

“…Where are the ones you two were wearing before?” Xun Xue looked at the two little ones in front of her, feeling the veins in her forehead throbbing faintly, her tone full of helplessness.

“Soiled by her!”

Lu Qiancha and Ling Wanbai spoke almost in unison, and very synchronously extended their little paws/hands, pointing straight at each other.

Xun Xue: “…”

She rubbed her eyebrows, resignedly took out two brand-new pairs of silk underpants from her storage ring, and also dug out a pair of thick, warm white tights, stuffing them into their hands respectively.

Then, she straightened her face: “Alright, you have pants now.
Now, who wants to tell me what exactly happened while I was away for this short while?”

So, with the two of them speaking one after another, the “battle” was reconstructed pretty accurately.

At the end, Lu Qiancha proudly raised her little head and said, “I won, the small fry shrine official lost.”

After listening, the corner of Xun Xue’s mouth twitched again.
She turned her gaze to the calm Ling Wanbai and began to mediate: “Little Wanbai, Qiancha is younger than you, so she counts as your younger sister.
In the future, you should yield to your younger sister more and not ‘fool around’ like today, understand?”

“Okay.” Ling Wanbai nodded obediently, then reached out her small hand and naturally placed it on top of Lu Qiancha’s head next to her, rubbing it like petting a small animal, her voice calm and waveless, “I will yield to younger sister in the future.”

“Who’s your younger sister!” Lu Qiancha instantly jumped away like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, dodging the “demon claw,” and retorted angrily, “I’m clearly much older than you, you small fry shrine official!”

Hearing this, Ling Wanbai silently took a step forward, standing in front of Lu Qiancha.

Then, her calm gray eyes drifted downwards, seemingly inadvertently but very naturally, and quickly, tracelessly swept over Lu Qiancha’s flat little chest.

Then, she stuck out her own chest, which although not large, had begun to take shape.
Her tone remained as flat as water, yet it seemed to carry an invisible heavy blow: “I’m bigger than you.”

“Waaah—!!!”

Lu Qiancha was so angry her small face turned red, stomping her feet on the spot, “So angry! Small fry shrine official! I used to be much taller than you!”

“Oh, understood.”

Ling Wanbai nodded faintly, adding fuel to the fire, “Sister Qiancha.”

“Call me Big Sister Qiancha! Not younger sister!” Lu Qiancha was so anxious she stood on her tiptoes, trying hard to perk up her ears, attempting to bring her line of sight level with the other.

“Mm, understood—” Ling Wanbai deliberately dragged out and emphasized a certain word, “—Little Sister~”

“Wuu-aaah—!!”

Lu Qiancha completely broke down, turning her head away in anger, leaving Ling Wanbai with only a round back of the head and a wildly thrashing large tail, “Ignoring you! Bad small fry shrine official!”

The little wolf cub huffily and quickly put on the tights and underpants Xun Xue gave her, finally feeling safe.
Then she immediately turned to Xun Xue, like a small beast finding a backer, “whoosh” pouncing into her arms, burying her face and rubbing against her, complaining in a muffled voice: “Mother~ Look at her! This bad guy is bullying me!”

Xun Xue sighed helplessly, extended her finger, and skillfully scratched Lu Qiancha’s chin.
The warm, tingly touch immediately made the little wolf cub narrow her eyes comfortably, her throat emitting a satisfied “ngh-ngh” sound like a petted kitten.

Just then—

A slightly cool small hand gently covered the space between Lu Qiancha’s two upright wolf ears, softly rubbing the soft fur on top of her head.

“Ngh…?”

That familiar, soothing movement made Lu Qiancha open her eyes in confusion.
Following the direction of that hand, she looked straight into Ling Wanbai’s gray eyes, which still held no emotional ripples.

“Don’t cry, don’t cry, Big Sister will yield to you in the future.” Ling Wanbai’s voice remained flat and waveless, but Lu Qiancha keenly caught a hint of teasing hidden deep in that tone.

“Who’s crying?! I’m not crying!”

Lu Qiancha instantly exploded, like a popped balloon.

Flying into a rage out of humiliation, she extended both small hands, left and right, “smack” pressing them onto Ling Wanbai’s exquisite little face.
Then she unceremoniously began to knead, rub, and squash, twisting that beautiful face into all sorts of funny shapes.

Facing this, Ling Wanbai showed amazing composure.
She expressionlessly allowed Lu Qiancha to knead her face like dough.

Only when Lu Qiancha had rubbed enough did she leisurely take out a small oil paper packet emitting a tempting sweet fragrance from her storage pouch.
Inside were several golden-colored, flaky osmanthus crisp cakes.

“Do you want to eat?” Ling Wanbai held the paper packet in front of Lu Qiancha, throwing out the bait in a flat voice.

“Sniff, sniff~”

That rich, sweet osmanthus fragrance instantly drilled into her nose.
Lu Qiancha’s blue eyes lit up with a “swish,” the anger from just now instantly thrown to the nine heavens, her head nodding like a chick pecking at rice: “Want to eat, want to eat!”

Ling Wanbai’s eyes moved slightly as she proposed an exchange condition: “Call me ‘Big Sister’, and I’ll give it to you.”

She thought Lu Qiancha would bristle and resist like before, or at least struggle and tangle for a while.

The result—

“Big Sister!” Lu Qiancha’s voice was crisp and loud, without hesitation, shouting it out cleanly and neatly, as if the little guy who would rather die than submit just now wasn’t her.

This overly refreshing response actually caused a rare ripple of surprise to flash through Ling Wanbai’s indifferent eyes.

Since the other party kept her promise so well, Ling Wanbai didn’t dawdle.
She opened the oil paper packet, carefully divided the golden osmanthus crisp cakes inside into two equal portions, and handed one portion to Lu Qiancha’s already impatient little paws.

Lu Qiancha took her share of the osmanthus crisp cakes, immediately picked up a piece, and stuffed it into her mouth with an “Ahm.”
She narrowed her eyes in satisfaction, her small face radiating a halo of happiness.

The sweet taste melted in her mouth, and only then did she remember to share.
She picked up another piece, stood on her tiptoes, and tried hard to offer it to Xun Xue’s lips: “Mother eat too! It’s so fragrant!”