Ye Qing'er's snow-white, pretty face was alight with excitement. Gazing at those rosy lips and the exquisite, slender Adam's apple, she couldn't help but lick her own red lips.
"My little Yi, you smell so good~"
Ye Qing'er tightly embraced the lovely arms in her bosom, taking a deep breath of the enchanting body fragrance clinging to him.
Her eyes roamed unscrupulously over his smooth, white collarbones and the glimpses of tender skin peeking through.
She truly couldn't hold back anymore. She wanted to do something—like savoring the taste of this beautiful boy.
Ah… Sister Qing'er, stop messing around. It's really ticklish.
Chen Yi squirmed uncomfortably. Sister Qing'er's jade-like hands had slipped under his shirt, gently stroking his skin. The warmth from her palms made him feel very… unsettled.
"Yi'er, didn't you promise you'd marry me? There are no legal age limits now. Let's get married early, okay?"
Ye Qing'er didn't wait for Chen Yi's reply. She gently turned his face toward her, looking at his moist lips and the expression of resistance on his saintly face.
Her breath grew hotter, her eyes gradually becoming fiery and… unfriendly.
Huff…
Ye Qing'er wrapped her arms tightly around his slender waist, pulling him against the clean wall behind them.
With a bit of force, she pinned his slender arms, pressing him beneath her, waiting for a satisfactory answer. If not… she would simply take him by force.
"Uh… Sister Qing'er, I was only three years old back then. You tricked me into agreeing with a lollipop. Those words can't be taken seriously. Let me… think about it some more, okay?"
Chen Yi struggled for a moment, blinking helplessly. She's not even giving me a chance.
Either I'm being bullied by Sister Miao or by Sister Qing'er… is there no end to this?
"I don't care! If you promised, you have to marry me! 'Doesn't count' is not an option!"
Ye Qing'er's voice was low, her beautiful eyes gradually tinged with red. She stared dissatisfied at the lovely one in her arms, wanting nothing more than to devour him right then, to possess him completely.
Hmm…
Chen Yi pressed his lips together, unsure what to say. Maybe I should call Sister Miao over and let the two of them fight it out. At least then they wouldn't come torture me.
"Sister Qing'er, how about you ask Meow'er for her opinion? If she agrees, I'll marry you."
Chen Yi pressed his thin lips into a soft smile. This is a good tactic—just divert the conflict.
"Hmph! If she'd agree, I wouldn't be here asking you. Yi'er, you've become disobedient."
Ye Qing'er bent down, lifting his shirt to look. The delicate rose petal mark was still there. The angry expression on her pretty face faded somewhat, replaced by an even more intense, fiery blaze in her eyes.
Mmmph—
Before Chen Yi could utter another word, Sister Qing'er had him pressed tightly against the wall, her warm, sweet lips sealing his, while her warm palms continued their roaming exploration.
He could only stare into her ice-blue, clear eyes, powerless to stop her as she took what she wanted.
Looking at the delicate face before me… it's truly beautiful.
"So fragrant! So sweet!"
Ye Qing'er's beautiful eyes gradually grew hazy. The heat in the air intensified, mingling with the continuous sound of the torrential rain outside the window.
Inhaling the sweet scent from his embrace, exchanging this sincere affection without pause… I'm almost completely intoxicated.
Li Miao'er suddenly awoke. Where did Cow Qing go? Wasn't she just in the living room?
Bang! Bang! Bang! "Open the door! Brother!"
She hurriedly checked the bedroom and bathroom, then pounded hard on the wooden kitchen door. Hearing faint panting sounds from within, her cute little face instantly flushed crimson.
Boom!
Li Miao'er kicked the wooden door open. Seeing Chen Yi being bullied against the wall…
Her eyes filled with murderous intent. Biting her pink lips tightly, she glared furiously at Ye Qing'er, wishing she could rush over and kill her on the spot.
"Xiao Yi, go finish cooking."
Seeing Sister Meow suddenly burst in, Ye Qing'er froze, stopped her actions, and gently released the lovely one in her arms.
"Cow Qing! Do you have a death wish?! Believe me or not, I'll kill you right now and toss you downstairs to feed the zombies?!" Li Miao'er stormed over, staring daggers at her, grinding her teeth in threat.
"Oh, it was just a few kisses. It's not like you haven't done the same."
Ye Qing'er licked her red lips disdainfully. If she could beat this little brat cat, she'd have put him to sleep long ago.
Huff… Huff…
Chen Yi leaned quietly against the wall, catching his breath. This world is too terrifying. If I were imprisoned by these women with their monstrous strength… just thinking about how miserable that would be…
"Xiao Yi, I'm going home to pack my things. Remember to call me after we eat."
Ye Qing'er licked her red lips with a mischievous smirk. The sweet taste is truly wonderful—much sweeter than when we were kids.
"Hmph! Just you wait!"
Li Miao'er snorted bitterly, watching Sister Qing'er's retreating back. She didn't follow to beat her up… for now.
"Brother… are you okay? Did she… do anything to you?"
She ran over and gently hugged her brother's waist, resting her delicate chin lightly on his shoulder. Inhaling the now even richer scent on his body, her anger subsided somewhat.
"No. Meow'er, you and Sister Qing'er… you're not good people. Can you two stop causing trouble after we eat?"
Chen Yi pushed Sister Meow away, thoroughly annoyed. Turning on the gas stove to continue cooking, he muttered, This is really too much.
"Uh…"
Li Miao'er rubbed her nose in embarrassment. They did seem like not-so-good people. Cow Qing even learned to force kisses… one is truly worse than the other.
Name: Chen Yi
Physique: 7
Spirit: 131
Support Points: 2021
Bloodline Skill: Source of Life
Evolution Level: First-Order, Mid-Tier
Hope, do I have a bloodline skill now?
Standing before the pot, Chen Yi thought to himself, suddenly realizing he had evolved as well. A pity his Physique and Charm hadn't increased at all.
"Yes. If you have the opportunity to evolve to the Ninth Order, you may break the restrictions of the Support Artifact. Currently, there is no way to obtain special skills."
Forget it. Help me increase my Physique by two points.
Chen Yi pressed his thin lips into a faint smile. At least there's a glimmer of hope. Better than nothing.
"Brother, why didn't you call for me when that bad woman was bullying you?"
Li Miao'er leaned over, wrapping her arms tightly around his slender waist, a dissatisfied pout on her cute little face.
She was genuinely angry—knowing her brother was weak, yet she hadn't protected him well enough.
"With you two, my mouth was blocked. How could I shout?"
Chen Yi glanced at Sister Miao. His Physique had increased by two points; he felt stronger, and his voice carried more energy now.
"Ah? That… seems true."
Li Miao'er pursed her lips and fell silent. She quietly slipped a small hand under his shirt, gently stroking his skin as if to comfort him.
"Meow, bring the porridge over. We can eat now."
Chen Yi gently pushed Sister Meow's delicate body away, ladled three bowls of milk millet porridge, sliced the ham directly, sandwiched it in the bread, and prepared to eat just like that.
Li Miao'er obediently carried the porridge to the living room. She felt a bit unhappy, not even wanting to taste the creamy rice porridge, as if worrying about the future.
"Miss Qing'er, come over for dinner."
Chen Yi called out toward the door, a smile on his lips. He sat down beside the dazed-looking Sister Meow, gently kneading her soft, tender cheek. The feeling is really nice.