"Hmph! Let you show off. Next time, I'll flatten them with my fist!"
Li Miao'er proudly tilted her fair little legs, slowly eating her noodles, the corners of her tender mouth lifted triumphantly.
"Pfft, hahaha! With your two little steamed buns? Stand up and look down—can you see your own toes directly? If you marry a husband and have kids in the future, I think the baby will cry from hunger!"
Ye Qing'er, still clutching her chest, retorted mockingly, unable to hold back a smug laugh. Feels good to use my proudest assets to attack the little brat cat's weakest point.
"Rraaah!"
Li Miao'er was about to rush over and punch her again, but Chen Yi hastily wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, somewhat worried that Sister Qing'er would end up beaten to tears.
"Hmph! I'm three years younger than you; I can still have a second growth spurt! And haven't you heard the saying 'big breasts, no brains'? Look at your stupid face—I can't even bear to beat you up!"
Li Miao'er pursed her pink lips and fired back sarcastically. She was genuinely angry. What's wrong with being younger?
What's wrong with being petite and delicate? Why should I care so much about… that area?
"Alright, stop arguing. Sister Qing'er, hurry up and eat. Get some good rest after, and we'll discuss future plans in the daytime," Chen Yi interjected helplessly.
Perhaps these two were just natural-born enemies. Ever since they were little, they'd been fighting every three days.
But in the past, it was Sister Qing'er who bullied Sister Miao. Now, the tables had turned, and it was Sister Miao bullying Sister Qing'er.
"Mhm. Xiao Yi, let's eat first."
Ye Qing'er picked up her noodle bowl with a smile and began eating. This little brat cat is really strong now. I need to improve my own strength first.
I have to find a way to get her to go away and stop her from interfering with my relationship with Brother.
Li Miao'er was also contemplating how to get rid of her. The living room suddenly fell quiet.
"Meow, Sister Qing'er, take your time eating. I'm going to sleep. We can talk about anything else during the day."
Chen Yi stood up and stretched. He was so drowsy he could barely keep his eyes open, feeling utterly exhausted. His back ached as if he hadn't slept for days.
"Brother, sleep well. I'll join you later. Mwah~"
Li Miao'er smiled, wrapping her arms around Chen Yi's waist, then leaned down to plant a light kiss on his moist lips.
Under Sister Qing'er's stunned gaze, she carried her brother back to the bedroom, gently closed the door, and ran back out.
"Li Miao'er! You little rascal! Can't you even leave your brother alone?"
Ye Qing'er glared at this petite, lovely girl. It's disgusting—she even kissed my future husband right in front of me!
"Yeah? What about it? Still not convinced? Want to take this downstairs?"
Li Miao'er curled her pink lips and cracked her knuckles, as if to say her hands were already itching—if you're not convinced, let's settle it with our fists first.
"A gentleman uses words, not fists. Understand?"
Ye Qing'er clasped her hands protectively over her chest, afraid the other girl would suddenly charge over and punch her. She didn't understand why that little fist hurt so much.
"Hehe~ Obviously you're just scared, and you still call yourself a 'gentleman'? You're nothing but a hypocrite. Tch."
Li Miao'er sneered. What she hated most were so-called 'gentlemen'—those who preached benevolence and morality while doing dirty deeds behind the scenes. Truly sanctimonious hypocrites.
"Well, after all, you were consistently in the bottom three of your class every year. You probably never learned such etiquette. It's normal if you don't understand."
Ye Qing'er picked up her bowl and continued eating. She really didn't want to fight. With so many man-eating zombies outside, survival should come first.
They needed to find a way to stay alive first, then work on deepening her relationship with Xiao Yi… and maybe have a couple of adorable children along the way.
"That's because I didn't want to learn. What's the point of studying, no matter how well you do? In the end, isn't it better to either start learning business early to make money, or give up the pen and join the military to defend the country? Sigh…"
Li Miao'er sighed with a faint smile. If it weren't for protecting her brother, she would've gone to military school long ago.
Who would've thought a sudden apocalyptic crisis would hit? But her life now wasn't so bad—much more comfortable than before.
"Meow, what's your innate bloodline?"
Ye Qing'er smiled and scooted closer. If it weren't for their fights over Chen Yi, they'd still be a very good pair of sisters.
But once anything involving Chen Yi came up, they instantly became mortal enemies—the kind who wished the other would vanish from sight forever.
"War God's Might. Combat power increases gradually during battle. It doubles every ten minutes, up to a hundredfold. Pretty amazing, huh?"
Li Miao'er proudly raised the corners of her mouth, showing off. She couldn't compare in size, but in a fight? She could beat Sister Qing'er until she knelt and called her 'Mommy.'
"That powerful?"
Ye Qing'er's face showed shock. No wonder I can't beat this little brat cat… a hundredfold increase in combat power?
If I can't win the first round, how am I supposed to fight? It'd probably be a one-sided beating.
"Of course. Sister Qing'er, if you don't believe me, let's go outside and spar. Then you'll understand what the War God's Might truly is."
Li Miao'er lifted the corners of her mouth arrogantly. With this kind of strength, she had no reason to fear a fight with this 'Cow Qing.'
"No, no. Let's just eat quickly."
Ye Qing'er pursed her lips and sat back on the stool. She quickly finished the noodles in her bowl, then tore open two packs of braised pork knuckles and began gnawing.
Knowing I can't win and still fighting head-on would be stupid.
She needed to increase her strength quickly, so she could turn the tables, hang up the little brat cat, and give her a good thrashing.
After finishing the pork knuckles, Li Miao'er picked up the dishes and chopsticks from the table, washed them in the kitchen, and tidied up the house.
"Sister Qing'er, I'm going to bed. You should head home."
Li Miao'er stretched her arms above her head. Her cute face suddenly flushed—I wonder if I'll bully Brother later…
"I'm not going home. I want to sleep with Xiao Yi!" Ye Qing'er got up and headed for the bedroom.
"Big-Tts Qing*, you want a fight? If you can't beat me, go home and sleep!"
Li Miao'er grabbed her arm firmly, her cute face brimming with fighting spirit. She really wanted to give her a beating.
"Fine, fine. How about I just sleep on the sofa?"
Ye Qing'er had no choice but to go home to fetch her pillow and blanket. She really wanted to teach this cat a lesson, but her subconscious screamed at her: Don't hit her, or you'll get beaten to a pulp.
"Hah~"
Li Miao'er smiled triumphantly, then went straight back to the bedroom and locked the door behind her.
She was worried 'Cow Qing' might kick her own door down, so it was better to just let her sleep on the sofa. She must be incredibly jealous that I get to hug Brother to sleep.
"Brother, are you asleep?"
Li Miao'er's cute little face wore a mischievous grin. She then took off her shoes and pounced onto Chen Yi.
Lying on her brother's chest, she took a deep breath. It's still that familiar scent… smells so good.
"Huh? Fell asleep already?"
Li Miao'er gently kneaded her brother's face. He was sleeping soundly, showing no signs of waking.
"Hee hee~ Brother, I'm going to give you a massage~"
Li Miao'er excitedly unbuttoned her brother's shirt, stretched out her small hands to gently knead his fair, tender skin… and then proceeded to leave her own marks all over it.