Ling Yu crossed her arms, tapping her chin with her free hand as if deliberating their fate. "Such bold accusations… What kind of punishment do you think suits nosy children who can't keep their thoughts to themselves?"
Nie Ziyu's face drained of color. "Punishment?!"
Song, still with his cheek slightly reddened from her squishing, exhaled quietly. "Master, perhaps—"
"No, no," Ling Yu cut him off smoothly, her eyes glinting with playful cruelty. "A mistake must be corrected. Hm… yes, I've decided. Since the two of you are so curious about romantic matters, you can spend tonight feeding and babysitting Fluffy. Together."
At once, the little ball of fluff perked up from where it had been curled in Ye Qingxue's lap, chirping with glee as if it understood perfectly. It bounced over to Nie Ziyu, rubbing against his arm affectionately.
Nie Ziyu's expression twisted in horror. "What?! No! Why me?!"
