“For example, Miss A Xing’s hair smells really nice; Miss A Xing is so tiny and cute, and hugging her makes her even cuter; her hands are so soft and small, and also…”
The Astrologer counted on her fingers seriously, listing each reason one by one.
Xiaoxi’s face turned completely red, and she hurriedly pressed down on the Astrologer’s hands.
“Stop, stop, stop! Thank you, Astrologer ma’am, that’s enough, no need to keep going!”
Good grief, so Ye Xinglan spent over twenty minutes talking about this kind of stuff in front of the Six Seats, huh!
Xiaoxi felt so embarrassed just thinking about it—thank goodness she didn’t ask Ye Xinglan that question to her face!
Seriously, what kind of reasons are these supposed to be! Is she some rare beast, precious from head to toe?
But as the Astrologer finished listing these reasons, Xiaoxi could instantly recall those scenes:
Ye Xinglan sniffing her hair every day when she hugged her; squeezing her hands; holding her tightly in her arms… cough, cough, those sorts of moments.
Yeah, these answers really do match Ye Xinglan’s style—she’s exactly the type to chatter on and come up with a ton of reasons.
Still, Xiaoxi felt a bit regretful. If she’d known, she should have found a chance to ask the Astrologer in private. Now…
Before leaving, Xiaoxi cornered Fox Momomo in a corner of the tent, her eyes fierce, drawing a line across her throat without saying a word.
She understood why Miss L brought Fox Momomo, this informant, into the group.
This fox really could be useful at key moments, but she just couldn’t trust this blabbermouth at all!
“I get it, Miss A Xing, I get it!”
Fox Momomo could feel the killing aura coming off Xiaoxi was almost as strong as Muxingge in berserk mode, so she very wisely nodded furiously, a smart person knowing when to bow their head.
……
For the next two or three days, the stone in Xiaoxi’s heart was finally put down, but Ye Xinglan was still restless with curiosity.
For instance, today, while Xiaoxi was making dinner, Ye Xinglan curled up on the sofa watching Xiaoxi’s every move, her mind spinning rapidly…
She found it strange—Xiaoxi hadn’t tried to test her at all these past couple days, how come?
How could this little chef be so scheming and calm?!
Ye Xinglan had originally thought Xiaoxi would be even more impatient than her.
She’d planned to wait until Xiaoxi couldn’t help herself and came to ask, then act unconcerned and throw the question back at her. But in reality, Xiaoxi was able to keep her cool.
Or maybe… did the Council never ask Xiaoxi that question?
Ye Xinglan stared dazedly at Xiaoxi’s back as she cooked dinner, while from time to time Da Tianxin and the others exclaimed in awe beside her.
Da Tianxin and the rest had been worried sick about Xiaoxi and Ye Xinglan ever since the Blood Moon Witch’s Happy Elimination hit the Southern Avenue residential area.
Even though Ye Xinglan had checked in and said they were safe, they still found a chance to visit both of them, using the opportunity to be guests.
This was the first time they’d had guests at home besides Xiao Keke.
Xiaoxi originally wanted to cook herself and properly host everyone, so she bought a big bag of groceries home.
But the problem was, the layout of this house was different from before.
The kitchen and living room were half open, which meant while she was cooking, everyone could watch her, often exclaiming in surprise.
Being watched while she cooked felt pretty embarrassing, so Xiaoxi just kept her head down, pretending she hadn’t noticed anything… After all, it was just cooking—what was so surprising about it!
Xiaoxi herself had long been used to saving money by cooking at home, but in Da Tianxin and the other girls’ eyes, her skilled cooking took on a whole different meaning.
An’an nudged Ye Xinglan’s left arm: “Xinglan, isn’t it super lucky to get to eat your girlfriend’s cooking every day?”
Da Tianxin followed up, poking Ye Xinglan’s right arm: “A virtuous wife! She’s the model of a perfect wife! Xiaoxi is so cute and good at managing the household—she’s the ideal mom-girlfriend!”
A puzzled Ye Xinglan asked, “What’s a ‘mom-girlfriend’?”
Da Tianxin leaned in close and started pointing, “Look at how cute Xiaoxi looks in an apron. Now look at her cooking—doesn’t she seem so gentle and capable?”
“A girlfriend who’s tiny, cute, and takes care of others just radiates a motherly aura, right? So in the anime world, Xiaoxi is the kind of girl who’s categorized as a ‘mom-type girlfriend’—like Kokoro and the others…”
Ye Xinglan stared at Xiaoxi’s back.
She’d never noticed it before, but Xiaoxi really was small, and with her hair tied up, apron on, and that skilled cooking, the contrast really was adorable.
Having learned something new, Ye Xinglan’s eyes lit up, and she made an “ohhh” of sudden understanding, her gaze full of thought.
Now there was no way Xiaoxi could pretend she hadn’t heard.
She spun around and, with her chopsticks, fiercely poked at Ye Xinglan in the air.
She didn’t even need to think to know what Ye Xinglan must be imagining right now!
“What do you mean ‘oh’? If you dare call me ‘mom’ in bed tonight, you’re dead meat! Tianxin, stop teaching her this weird stuff!”
Only now did Xiaoxi realize that, as the Blood Moon Witch who never had nine years of compulsory education, Ye Xinglan ought to be as pure as a blank sheet of paper.
It was the Internet that led her astray!
First she learned all this theory online, then used Xiaoxi for ‘practical lessons’… This little rich girl was getting more and more crooked!
And as if that wasn’t enough, she made Xiaoxi physically exhausted every day!
“It’s not all my fault, Xiaoxi!” Da Tianxin raised both hands in protest, “Maybe Xinglan just has a talent for this kind of thing. I think she really loves playing ‘smash the tiles’!”
Speaking of games, Da Tianxin seemed to suddenly think of something, jumped off the sofa and dragged Ye Xinglan into the bedroom.
After a while, she came back to the living room scratching her head, looking completely baffled.
“So weird, Xinglan, your computer’s totally fine… Are you sure you’re not using any cheats? The way you’ve improved at games these past two days is just terrifying!”
Da Tianxin was a real internet addict herself, with solid skills in Shooter Games. She was always the ace in the team during online matches.
But lately, when they played together, Ye Xinglan was like a prodigy who’d suddenly awakened—super fast, super accurate, one-shotting heads the moment they met.
It left even Da Tianxin, their ace support, dumbfounded. She was seriously starting to suspect Ye Xinglan was hacking!
Xiaoxi saw through everything but didn’t say a word. Now that she didn’t have to hide her identity, Ye Xinglan had been playing Shooter Games using her Touch recently.
According to her, Touch was more nimble, and how could a human with two hands possibly beat a Blood Moon Witch with seven or eight tentacles playing at once?
“Heh, actually I have a Third Hand,” Ye Xinglan boasted smugly, “This hand is super nimble, no matter how hard the move, I can pull it off perfectly.”
…She really wasn’t kidding.
Xiaoxi knew Ye Xinglan was telling the truth—at least, she’d personally experienced just how nimble and precise those touches could be.
“Yeah right,” Da Tianxin snorted,
“I bet you’re just secretly practicing in the shooting range. Just keep grinding till you get Carpal Tunnel Syndrome! Let’s see if Xiaoxi still likes you when that happens!”
Xiaoxi realized that Da Tianxin was also a natural at telling dirty jokes, but the problem was—even if Ye Xinglan got Carpal Tunnel Syndrome…