"Sister Qing'er, we didn't do anything. Meow'er and I were just fooling around."
A seductive blush lingered on Chen Yi's fair face, his slightly shy expression making it seem like he'd been forcibly bullied by Sister Meow.
Watching her brother's delicate, alluring collarbones and that tender body radiating a bewitching scent…
Li Miao'er tightened her grip on his arm. She wanted to make him understand—he belonged to her.
"Meow, let go. I'll make breakfast for you."
Chen Yi leaned close to Sister Meow's ear and whispered.
"No."
Li Miao'er suddenly pressed Chen Yi against the wall, pinning him down. Her breathing grew rapid as she inhaled the intoxicating fragrance wafting from her brother's body.
Mmmph—
She slipped a small hand under his shirt, caressing him. Ignoring his feeble struggles, she gazed at him with slightly angered, beautiful eyes…
…and kissed him.
Savagely ravaging his thin lips over and over, she was truly furious—as if she wanted 'Cow Qing' to watch them kiss.
"Li Miao'er! You little fiend!"
Ye Qing'er couldn't hold back any longer. She rushed over, pulling Li Miao'er back, careful not to accidentally hurt Chen Yi. She wanted to drag her out and give her another beating.
Sss—
Chen Yi endured the pain, reaching up to wipe his mouth. His hand came away smeared with warm blood. This little cat actually bit my lip… how vile.
"Hmph! See if I don't beat you up now!"
Li Miao'er shook off Ye Qing'er, who was pulling her back. Her cute little face twisted in pain—the skin on her back felt almost torn off. It really hurts.
"Pah!"
Ye Qing'er wasted no more words on this little naughty cat. She licked her lips, clenched her fists, and charged.
She aimed a punch straight for her nose, intending to knock her out with one blow and teach her what real pain felt like.
Whoosh—
Li Miao'er quickly crouched down, barely dodging the fist. She could feel the sonic wind from Sister Qing'er's punch—it was meant to be a killing blow.
Chen Yi stood to the side, covering his mouth. He had no intention of intervening. Instead, he found the sight of two beautiful girls fighting rather… interesting.
"Ah!"
Ye Qing'er, having missed her punch, shouted loudly and raised her leg for a fierce kick. The muscles on her fair thigh instantly tensed, putting all her strength into breaking her opponent's leg.
Whump!
Li Miao'er took a quick step back but was still kicked in the abdomen by the long leg.
Pfft—
The powerful impact forced a mouthful of bitter fluid from her lips.
Pah! I'm going to kill you!
Li Miao'er's face flushed instantly. She spat and lunged forward.
Thud!
She swung her small fist, punching Sister Qing'er's big, white leg, then grabbed her arm and hurled her forward with force, slamming her directly to the ground and tightly binding her wrists.
"Don't move! Or your leg breaks!"
Ye Qing'er cried out in pain. Before she could react, she was already pinned to the ground by Little Brat Cat, her arms tied behind her back, stripped of any ability to struggle or resist.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Convinced now? Still dare to fight me? Still think you can bully me like before?"
Sitting astride Sister Qing'er's slender waist, Li Miao'er slapped her hard several times with her small hand, trying to subdue her.
"Pah! You sneak-attacked! I don't accept this!"
Ye Qing'er struggled fiercely. Glimmering sweat dripped from her flushed, pretty face. Gritting her teeth, she made it clear she wouldn't yield.
"Hmph! Still not convinced? Today, I'll make you understand what 'wrong' means, so you won't dare disturb my and Brother's… good times again."
Li Miao'er suddenly grew excited, a mischievous smirk spreading across her face. She wanted to tie up 'Cow Qing' and torment her properly.
"Brother! Hurry up and bring me some rope!" Li Miao'er shouted excitedly.
She used her legs and feet to keep Sister Qing'er's hands pinned together, freeing up a small hand to begin some wicked mischief.
"Oh… Xiao Yi! Tell your sister to stop!"
Ye Qing'er stared at him with misty, tear-filled eyes. Her crisp voice had grown slightly hoarse, her alluring body trembling incessantly, the strength in her limbs fading.
"Fighting like children at your age… Play on. I'm not getting involved."
Chen Yi smiled faintly, smacking his lips. This scene is truly rare. Wearing such light clothing, no matter how careful they are, alluring patches of snow-white skin keep getting exposed… very captivating.
"Meow, Sister Qing'er, I'm going to make breakfast. You two keep fighting—just don't kill each other. Bang!"
Chen Yi pressed his thin lips together, walked past them, forcefully closed the bathroom's glass door, and headed to the kitchen with three cartons of milk.
"Little Brat Cat! Let me go! Otherwise, when I get the chance, I'll bully you until you cry!"
Ye Qing'er stared at her with watery eyes, her voice trembling slightly, as if she couldn't bear such teasing any longer.
"Fine, I'll let you go. But from now on, you have to call me 'Sister Meow' when you see me, and you can't have any designs on my brother."
Li Miao'er stopped her actions, smirking as she bent down close to Sister Qing'er's shoulder, looking at her arrogantly.
"You're dreaming! You inhuman little fiend! Want me to call you 'sister'? You might as well call me 'Mommy'!"
Ye Qing'er closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she leaned against the cold floor, trying to gather her strength to push her away.
"Big-Tts Qing*, I've changed my mind. From now on, you have to call me 'Mommy.' Otherwise, I won't let you go."
Li Miao'er arrogantly stretched out her little hand, gently stroking Sister Qing'er's smooth, pretty face. Bullying others with strength feels really good—no wonder she always liked to bully me in the past.
Huff…
Ye Qing'er didn't reply. She lay on the floor, taking deep breaths, her physical strength recovering rapidly.
"Big-Tts Qing*, why aren't you talking? Made up your mind?"
Li Miao'er frowned and sat up. Her stomach hurt terribly—that kick earlier had been no joke. If it were an ordinary person, they'd probably have been kicked to death outright.
"Now!"
Ye Qing'er mustered all her strength and flipped over, throwing the little brat cat sitting on her waist aside.
"Little Brat Cat, what's wrong with you?"
Ye Qing'er stood by the door, rubbing her thigh. Her fair muscles were swollen, but the bad cat seemed to be in even worse shape.
She was curled up by the wall, her small face pale as paper, beads of sweat continuously trickling down her cheeks—as if she were about to die.
"My… my stomach hurts!"
Li Miao'er opened her small, cherry-like mouth, gasping for air nonstop. The expression on her little face was one of agony.
The pain was so intense she could barely breathe, as if someone were tearing her internal organs apart.
"Weren't you fine just now? Could it be internal organ rupture? There's no way to operate on you here…"
Ye Qing'er panicked a little too. She'd originally aimed to kick the little brat cat's thigh, never intending to hit her stomach at all. If only she hadn't taken that step back…
Sss— It really hurts.
Li Miao'er clenched her teeth, pressing on her belly. Her snow-white skin was swollen, waves of severe pain washing over her.