Chapter 14: Height Issues and Drawing

In the afternoon, while Feng Ling was still playing games in the living room, Ling Yue suddenly picked her up from behind, lifting her whole body off the sofa.

“Wow! Sister Ling Yue, what are you doing!”

“Measuring your height.”

Ling Yue carried her to the wall, made her stand against it, then used her finger to mark a line at the top of her head.

“Still one hundred forty-five centimeters…”

“No way! I definitely felt like I grew taller!”

“That must be an illusion.”

Feng Ling puffed out her cheeks, glaring at the mark on the wall, and stood on tiptoe to try and look taller.

Ling Yue reached out and patted her head, laughing.

“Stop standing on your toes. You won’t get any taller that way.”

“Sister Ling Yue, you’re so mean!”

“I’m just telling the truth~”

Fuming, Feng Ling went back to the sofa, picked up the Switch, and pressed the joystick hard.

Ling Yue followed and sat down beside her, watching her sulk.

She couldn’t help but laugh and ask, “Does Little Feng Ling really want to grow taller that much?”

“Of course I do! One hundred forty-five centimeters is way too short! I can’t reach anything!”

“Can’t reach what?”

“The kitchen stove! The top shelf of the bookcase! And… and…”

“I’ll help you reach all those things.”

“But…”

“But what?”

Feng Ling opened her mouth but didn’t know what to say.

She actually wanted to say, “I can’t always rely on you, Sister Ling Yue,” but the words got stuck in her throat.

Because she realized that always relying on Sister Ling Yue wasn’t such a bad thing.

“Nothing,” she whispered.

Ling Yue pinched her ear and asked, “Does Little Feng Ling have something on her mind?”

“No!”

“Really?”

“Really!”

Ling Yue moved her fingers from Feng Ling’s ear, then slid them down her neck to her shoulder.

Feng Ling’s attention was completely on the game, so she didn’t notice the movement.

So, Ling Yue used her nail to scratch hard on Feng Ling’s shoulder, leaving a long, bleeding mark.

“Ah—Sister Ling Yue!”

Feng Ling turned her head and shouted.

“What’s wrong?”

“You scratched me again!”

“Mhm, it was an accident.”

Ye Ling Yue looked down at the bloody mark, then reached out, wiped it, and put her blood-stained finger in her mouth.

“Sister Ling Yue, are you getting addicted to this?”

Feng Ling asked helplessly.

“Addicted?”

“I mean… always drinking my blood, scratching my skin and stuff…”

“Hmm… it seems I might be a little addicted.”

“What should we do about that?”

“We don’t do anything.”

Ling Yue reached out and pulled her close, making her lean against her chest.

“How can I not bully such an adorable Little Feng Ling?”

“S-Sister Ling Yue!”

Feng Ling shouted, her face red.

Then, Ling Yue’s fingers slid from her shoulder to her neck, pressing on the bite mark from before.

She whispered, “Little Feng Ling, did you know? These marks will stay on your body forever~ Even after the wounds heal, they won’t disappear…”

“Huh? No… why!”

“This way, no matter where Little Feng Ling goes, anyone who sees will know you have an owner~”

Ling Yue said just like that.

“Have an owner…”

Feng Ling repeated the word softly.

“What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing!”

Seeing her ears turning bright red at the tips, Ling Yue chuckled softly and bit her ear.

“Ah! What are you doing!”

“I wanted to bite.”

“Don’t bite people randomly!”

“Why can’t I bite? You’re mine.”

Feng Ling covered her bitten ear, curling up into a ball.

Watching her reaction, Ling Yue smiled even more happily.

She scooped her out of her curled-up state and pinched her nose.

“Little Feng Ling is really so cute.”

“Not cute!”

“Cute.”

“Not cute!”

“If I said you weren’t cute, would you cry?”

“…Sister Ling Yue, you’re too mean!”

But Ling Yue whispered by her ear, “I’m only this mean to you~”

“You… I… she…”

Feng Ling was practically steaming at this point.

…

Some time later, Feng Ling got a bit tired from playing games.

On a whim, she decided to draw with the colored pencils and sketchbook Ling Yue had bought her before.

Well… how to put it… she wasn’t very good at drawing… but since she was bored, she just doodled for fun.

And what she drew was Ye Ling Yue.

Although, well, the resemblance was just a tiny bit off.

Just then, Ling Yue caught a glimpse of what she was drawing out of the corner of her eye.

She put down her things, walked over, and squatted beside her.

“What are you drawing?”

“Don’t look! Don’t look!”

Feng Ling quickly pressed the sketchbook to her chest.

“I already saw.”

“…”

Ling Yue reached out and took the sketchbook from her hands, flipping to the page she was just on.

She looked at it, fell silent for about three seconds, then said, “Little Feng Ling, do I really have that many wrinkles on my face?”

“No! I just… I’m not good at drawing! And hey! I was just doodling casually, I wasn’t drawing seriously!”

“Then draw a serious one?”

“No!”

“Why not?”

“Because I can’t draw well…”

Ling Yue pinched her cheek.

“If you can’t draw well, you just won’t draw?”

“Then I’ll draw something else…”

Feng Ling said softly.

This time, she drew a little person… with a round face… big eyes… very long hair… and then she added a pair of bat wings.

“Who is this?”

Ling Yue asked.

“Me.”

“Do you have wings?”

“No, but I think having wings would be cooler.”

Ling Yue looked at the little person Feng Ling had drawn all crookedly, the corner of her mouth twitching.

“Indeed… very cool.”

“Sister Ling Yue, what does that expression mean!”

“It doesn’t mean anything. I just think Little Feng Ling is very imaginative.”

“Hmph!”

Feng Ling closed the sketchbook, then hugged it and crawled to the other end of the sofa, sitting with her back to Ling Yue, looking like “I’m angry.”

Ling Yue followed her, hugging her from behind.

“Are you angry?”

“No.”

“Then why are you ignoring me?”

“Because Sister Ling Yue laughed at me.”

“I didn’t laugh at you. I told the truth.”

“You were definitely laughing at me!”

Ling Yue pressed her lips close to Feng Ling’s ear and asked, “Then what should I do for you to not be angry?”

“Then… then you let me draw a portrait of you. You can’t move.”

“Okay.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Feng Ling immediately flipped to a new page.

This time, she drew very seriously, every stroke careful and deliberate.

Sister Ling Yue also cooperated, not moving around, just sitting quietly across from her.

After drawing for about twenty minutes, Feng Ling put down her pencil.

“Finished?”

Ling Yue asked.

“Finished!”

“Let me see.”

Feng Ling handed the sketchbook over.

Ling Yue took it and glanced at it… this one was indeed much better than the last one.

At least you could tell it was a person.

“How is it?”

Feng Ling asked expectantly.

“Hmm… prettier than the real me,” Ling Yue said.

“Really?!”

“False.”

“Sister Ling Yue, you!”

Ling Yue laughed, returned the sketchbook to her, and ruffled her hair, saying gently, “Alright, alright, you drew very well. I like it a lot.”

“You really like it?”

“Really.”

Only then did Feng Ling smile with satisfaction.

She hugged the sketchbook to her chest and even rolled around on the sofa a couple of times.

Just then, Ling Yue’s gaze fell on the sliver of Feng Ling’s waist that was exposed.

The sleeping dress had ridden up from her rolling around, revealing a glimpse of skin.

“Hey, Little Feng Ling, come here for a second.”

Feng Ling, hugging the sketchbook, rolled back and looked up at her.

“What’s up?”

Ling Yue reached out, scooped her up, and placed her on her lap.

Feng Ling looked at Ling Yue nervously… she saw Ling Yue’s finger trace from the side of her waist, leaving a white line.

“Sister Ling Yue, are you at it again?”

“Don’t move.”

Ling Yue’s fingers continued upward, sliding from her waist to her ribs, lightly scratching with her nail at each spot she passed.

It didn’t hurt much, but the cool, ticklish sensation gave Feng Ling goosebumps.

She asked, “Sister Ling Yue, what are you doing…”

“Drawing.”

“Huh? Drawing?”

“Mhm, using Little Feng Ling’s skin as a canvas.”

Feng Ling looked down at her stomach.

Several white, crooked lines had already been scratched on it.

You couldn’t tell at all what was being drawn.

“What on earth are you drawing?”

“A secret.”

Ling Yue’s finger stopped just below her chest, lightly tapping the skin there.

She hesitated for a moment but ultimately withdrew her hand.

“Alright, we’ll stop drawing for today.”

Feng Ling breathed a sigh of relief, while also feeling a bit curious about what she had actually wanted to draw.

“Sister Ling Yue, what were you really drawing?”

“I said it’s a secret. I’ll tell you later.”

Ling Yue tucked the sketchbook back into Feng Ling’s arms, then got up and went to the kitchen.

“Hmph!”

At this moment, Feng Ling pouted, her cheeks puffing out.