A Wild Divine Dragon Sister

“Um, Mama Qianluo told me that I’m not allowed to go home with strangers…” Luo Xiaoxi said in a small, timid voice.

Hearing this, Long Miaoming was momentarily speechless. She adjusted her grip, hoisting Xiaoxi’s legs a bit higher on her back.

“That’s not what you said when you asked me to carry you just now.”

Miaoming continued walking steadily. The girl’s supple, youthful body was pressed against her back, and two slender arms were looped firmly around her neck.

“Well, if you want, it’s not too late for me to take you home right now,” Miaoming offered.

“No, no, no! Actually… we can be friends!” A glint of fox-like cunning flashed in Xiaoxi’s eyes. “That way, we won’t be strangers anymore.”

Miaoming fell into deep thought. She felt like something was slightly off.

Just moments ago, after she had extended the invitation, she expected Xiaoxi to cautiously decline. To her utter surprise, the girl had agreed instantly. Then, she had “subtly” suggested that she was too shaken by the fright to walk because her legs felt like jelly (though Miaoming could tell she was faking it).

She had insisted that Miaoming carry her.

Tsk. Why does it feel like something is wrong here? Miaoming had a sudden realization: Who exactly is the one being “offered up” here?

“Xiaoxi?”

“Yes, Sister Long?” Hearing Miaoming call her name, Xiaoxi’s eyes instantly crinkled into the shape of crescent moons.

“Do you have any other family at home?” Miaoming asked. Since this was her first real meeting with Xiaoxi, she knew nothing about her current life.

“Family…” Xiaoxi thought for a moment. “Yeah, Mama Qianluo.”

“Mama Qianluo?” Miaoming was puzzled. “Is she your mother?”

“No, no. She’s my current legal guardian,” Xiaoxi corrected her.

“I see…” To be honest, Miaoming didn’t quite understand the arrangement, but based on Xiaoxi’s tone, it seemed like a topic she didn’t want to dwell on. She decided to drop the subject.

The two of them fell into silence.

Xiaoxi felt her eyelids growing heavy. The alcohol she’d drank earlier had been suppressed by the shock of the cold river water, but now the buzz was returning. She was sleepy. Leaning her small head against Miaoming’s back, she gradually drifted off to sleep, lulled by the rhythmic swaying of Miaoming’s stride.

The two girls moved along the road as the evening’s afterglow scattered over them, harmonizing with the shimmering reflection of the river. It was a warm, beautiful scene. The only problem was…

By the time night fell and Miaoming finally reached her residence—a detached villa on the outskirts of White River City—she had walked a long way.

Tsk. “My house is quite close to the bridge,” she said.

Ha! What a liar.

Miaoming had carried Xiaoxi across more than half of White River City, walking all the way from the east side to the west.

Meanwhile, back at the flower shop, Hua Qianluo was preparing to close up for the night.

As expected, without Luo Xiaoxi, business had been dismal. After all, Hua Qianluo did nothing but play games and completely ignored the customers.

“Sigh, that brat still isn’t back.” Hua Qianluo felt a bit of a headache coming on.

“What is the world coming to? Did the little piggy I’ve raised for over ten years finally decide to go and dig up a two-thousand-year-old head of ‘old cabbage’ from someone else’s garden?”

Hua Qianluo sighed with a bitter smile. Having lived with Xiaoxi day and night for over a decade, she knew the girl’s personality perfectly.

She was devious, reserved, and loved calculating against others. In terms of character, she was carved from the exact same mold as her previous incarnation, Luo Bai.

As for Long Miaoming… she had simply evolved from a one-thousand-year-old “silly-sweet” girl into a two-thousand-year-old “silly-sweet” woman. It was a harsh truth, but an undeniable one.

“Forget it. How could a mere ‘cheap daughter’ be more important than my grand quest to rank up?”

Hua Qianluo picked up her phone, comforting herself with cold logic. Then, six minutes later…

“Play my ass! Screw this! I’m done!”

“Xiaoxi, Xiaoxi!”

Miaoming called out twice but heard no response. She turned her head slightly to look back.

Luo Xiaoxi had fallen fast asleep on her back, even drooling a little onto Miaoming’s shoulder. Miaoming looked at her with a doting expression.

However, they couldn’t stay outside forever; the night wind would give Xiaoxi a cold. But since both of Miaoming’s hands were occupied supporting Xiaoxi’s legs, she didn’t have a free hand to reach for her keys.

“Xiaoxi, Xiaoxi!”

Miaoming gave her a little jolt. This finally woke the girl up.

“Huh? What? Is it dinner time?” Xiaoxi lifted her head groggily.

“We’re here,” Miaoming said, carefully setting Xiaoxi down.

Xiaoxi looked at her surroundings in a daze, only then remembering what had happened. Then, she spotted the wet patch of drool on Miaoming’s back.

Ugh, how embarrassing. I have no dignity.

Miaoming didn’t seem to mind and unlocked the villa door. Only then did Xiaoxi realize they were in a high-end villa district.

Heavens, did I just run into a “Rich Older Sister”? Am I so cute that I’m about to be “kept” as a sugar baby?

Before Xiaoxi could let her imagination run wild, Miaoming’s voice came from the doorway. “Come on in.”

This was Xiaoxi’s first time inside such a luxurious villa, but she was slightly disappointed to see that the interior was very sparse. A sofa, a coffee table, and a TV on the wall. The dining area had only two simple chairs and a table. Xiaoxi peeked curiously into the kitchen.

Well… it was cleaner than her own face. Aside from these basics, there was almost no other furniture.

Miaoming went into her bedroom and brought out a bath towel and some clean clothes, handing them to Xiaoxi.

“Go take a shower quickly, before you catch a cold,” Miaoming urged.

Xiaoxi took the items but hesitated, looking at Miaoming. After all, Miaoming’s own clothes were damp from carrying her, not to mention the drool stain.

“Sister Long, maybe… you should go first?” Xiaoxi suggested.

“Oh, it’s fine. You go first, I’m not in a hurry.”

Seeing that Xiaoxi seemed to have more to say, Miaoming suddenly flashed a mischievous smile. “Unless you want to shower together? I promise I won’t lay a hand on you.”

The more Miaoming “promised,” the more suspicious she looked in Xiaoxi’s eyes.

“Hmph! In your dreams, you pervert!”

Any trace of guilt Xiaoxi felt vanished instantly. She spun around and ran into the bathroom. Before long, the sound of splashing water filled the air. Perhaps getting carried away by the warm water, the “devious” young girl even started humming a cheerful “la-la-la” tune.

Listening from outside, a certain Dragon couldn’t help but let her mind wander. Miaoming immediately fell into a state of deep “contemplation” (fantasizing).