“You two… what do you take me for?!”
Yiyi was both angry and embarrassed, her cheeks as red as ripe cherries, her fingers gripping the dragon milk cup so tightly they turned white.
She stiffened her little neck, her eyes slightly reddened, and her voice was urgent yet soft: “I’m not a child! I don’t need you two to… to manage me like this!”
After saying that, Yiyi took two quick sips and then set the milk pot on the table, turning around and leaving in a hurry.
Yiyi almost fled from the dining room, the hem of her skirt caught by the wind beneath the corridor, fluttering like a little sparrow scrambling in panic.
She clenched her fists, her cheeks still burning hot, even the tips of her ears unnaturally red.
The image of the two of them “bullying” her together just now kept replaying in her mind.
Especially Lilia’s gentle yet teasing gaze, and Xiamir’s mocking tone—both made her angry and embarrassed.
Watching Yiyi run out, Lilia snapped back to herself and chased after her.
“Yibao, don’t run~”.
“These two little ones, honestly…”
Xiamir shook her head helplessly, tapping her fingertips lightly on the crystal tabletop.
Looking at the half piece of sugar cake and the still-steaming dragon milk left on the table, a gentle smile appeared in her eyes.
She picked up the unfinished dragon milk Yiyi left behind, brought it to her nose and took a light sniff, then chuckled softly: “Running so fast, aren’t you afraid of falling?”
Saying this, she stood up and walked to the window, just in time to see Lilia hurrying after Yiyi in the courtyard.
Watching this scene, Xiamir couldn’t hold back her laughter, tapping her fingertips lightly against the window frame, her eyes full of doting warmth.
“This girl is still so easy to tease. She’s so soft-hearted inside, yet insists on putting on such an angry face.”
…
In the courtyard, Lilia finally caught up to Yiyi, reaching out to gently grasp her wrist and turning her around.
Yiyi stumbled, falling into Lilia’s embrace, her cheeks still burning, but she stiffened her little neck, refusing to look up.
Lilia caught Yiyi’s right hand and then trapped her against the wall.
“Had enough running?”
Lilia chuckled, reaching out to ruffle her hair, her fingertips gently hooking her chin.
Yiyi was firmly trapped between the wall and Lilia’s warm embrace, her nose filled with Lilia’s faint scent, a mix of cedar and sweetness.
Her cheeks burned even hotter.
She awkwardly turned her head, her long lashes fluttering rapidly, her voice barely more than a whisper: “Let go… Xiamir is still watching, let me go.”
“Xiamir Auntie can’t see us here, little Yibao~ Hehe.”
Lilia chuckled, her fingertip gently sliding over Yiyi’s reddened cheek, her crimson eyes full of teasing and fondness.
She lifted Yiyi’s chin, revealing two small, sharp fangs, gleaming with a delicate luster—not at all menacing, but adding a hint of charming danger.
“So now, Yibao, do you still want to run?”
She leaned in close, her warm breath tinged with a faint scent of blood brushing over Yiyi’s lips.
Her fangs grazed Yiyi’s lower lip, leaving a ticklish sensation.
Yiyi froze, her pupils shrinking, cheeks so red it looked like they might catch fire.
She instinctively tried to shrink back, but the wall pinned her in place, forcing her to endure this aggressive intimacy.
Her breathing grew hurried, her voice quivering with a hint of tears: “D-don’t do this…”
“Don’t do what?”
Lilia laughed softly, the tip of her tongue licking lightly over her fangs, her crimson eyes brimming with mischief.
“Don’t rub you like this, or don’t look at you like this?”
When Yiyi didn’t answer, Lilia reached out and pinched the soft flesh of Yiyi’s waist, her fingertips cool as they twisted lightly.
“Mm!”
Yiyi shuddered, as if tickled by a feather, her already red cheeks flushing even deeper, tears almost spilling out.
“D-don’t touch there! It tickles…”
She twisted her body, trying to escape, but the wall and Lilia’s arms held her tight, her struggles futile.
Her voice was soft and tearful.
Lilia laughed, her fingertip deliberately tracing circles on the soft flesh of Yiyi’s waist, her crimson eyes full of triumphant glee: “Ticklish? Is this the spot, little Yibao?”
“Mm… stop, don’t touch anymore!”
Yiyi’s whole body went limp, tears finally escaping and dropping onto the back of Lilia’s hand, burning hot.
She flailed her other hand wildly, but Lilia simply took both her wrists, holding them together above her head and pinning them against the wall.
Leaning close to Yiyi’s flushed ear, she whispered with a bewitching smile: “So, little Yibao, is there anything else you want to say now?”
“Look! Aunt Lilith is here!”
Yiyi’s eyes suddenly lit up, her voice deliberately urgent.
“Mother?”
Lilia froze, reflexively turning to look at the courtyard entrance.
But there was nothing—no sign of Lilith at all.
She realized instantly, but when she turned back, Yiyi had already broken free and dashed away like a nimble little rabbit.
“Ah! You little trickster!”
Lilia was both annoyed and amused, but her eyes were full of indulgence as she chased after her.
“Little Yibao, don’t run, stop right there! You can’t escape! Stop!”
…
“Ah! You little trickster!”
Lilia was both annoyed and amused, but her eyes were full of indulgence as she chased after her.
“Little Yibao, don’t run, stop right there! You can’t escape! Stop!”
Just as Yiyi thought Lilia wouldn’t be able to catch her, a swarm of blood-red bats suddenly appeared in front of her.
Yiyi was about to turn and run when a warm hand grabbed her wrist, and in the next moment she was gently pressed onto a stone bench in the courtyard.
Lilia leaned in close, her crimson eyes full of mischievous delight.
The blood-red bats circled them for a moment before dissipating into tiny points of red light.
“Run, why aren’t you running now?”
Lilia traced her finger across Yiyi’s flushed cheek, her tone teasing and indulgent.
“Y-you’re cheating!”
“Cheating?”
Lilia laughed softly, pinching Yiyi’s puffed-up cheeks.
“It’s our little Yibao who lied first, saying Mother was here. At most, I’m just ‘using your own trick against you.'”
“Hmph💢 What are you trying to do?”
Lilia leaned in, her warm breath brushing past Yiyi’s red ear, her voice tinged with laughter: “Not trying to do anything, just want to ask our proud little Yibao—can your body still handle me playing with you?”
Yiyi’s whole body tensed, her cheeks instantly so red they could drip blood.
She grabbed Lilia’s collar, her voice urgent and soft: “Y-you’re talking nonsense! I never—”
Before she could finish, tears welled up in her eyes, like a wronged but stubborn kitten.
“Oh, really?”
Lilia said, her hand moving to Yiyi’s belly.
“Mm!”
Yiyi jerked as if scalded, pulling her stomach back, her cheeks flushing even deeper.
Tears finally rolled down her cheeks, her voice soft and tearful: “D-don’t touch! It tickles…”