“Lilia, you… what are you rubbing against…”
Yiyi felt the gentle nibble on her neck, and the warmth of their bodies pressed together.
Her cheeks burned even hotter, and her voice was soft and shy.
Lilia let go of her, smiling as she said, “I wasn’t doing anything.”
“If—if you weren’t doing anything, then why are you rubbing against me!”
Yiyi’s eyes were rimmed red.
She clutched the corner of Lilia’s clothes, tugging lightly.
Her cheeks were so hot they could fry an egg, even the tips of her ears flushed a deep pink.
The tingling feeling left on her neck continued to spread, mixed with the warmth of their bodies.
It left her whole body suffused with a faint heat.
“Don’t move. I’m not full yet.”
Yiyi shivered all over, her grip on Lilia’s clothes tightening suddenly, her knuckles turning white.
“You—you still want…”
Her eyes were red, her voice thick with embarrassment, her cheeks so hot they nearly smoked.
The tingling left on her neck became even more distinct at those words.
“Mhm, I’m still not full, so Yibao has to be my blood pouch for a bit longer.”
“No, no more!”
Yiyi’s eyes grew even redder in her anxiety.
Her small hands clung tightly to Lilia’s clothes, her body trembling slightly like a frightened little kitten.
The skin on her neck still tingled with an itchy numbness.
Just thinking about being bitten again made her cheeks so hot she nearly started bleeding.
“But I’m still not full. Is Yibao really willing to see me go hungry?”
“I—I…”
Yiyi was at a loss for words, her eyes red, her small hands still clutching Lilia’s clothes tightly.
Her cheeks were burning up.
She looked into Lilia’s eyes, seeing only doting affection, and the resistance in her heart gradually softened.
Even her voice became full of grievance.
“Just one last time today…”
“Alright~ just one last time.”
Lilia laughed softly, her fingers gently pinching Yiyi’s blushing cheeks, her gaze overflowing with fondness.
“Mm…”
Yiyi shivered, a soft whimper escaping her lips.
Her small hands gripped Lilia’s clothes so tightly her knuckles turned white.
A faint pain came from her neck, soon replaced by a tingling itch.
The warmth of her blood slowly leaving her body left her with a gentle feeling of weakness, and she could only slump softly into Lilia’s arms.
Lilia’s movements were especially gentle, her tongue softly licking the skin around the wound, as if soothing her.
A satisfied sigh escaped her throat.
The arm wrapped around Yiyi’s waist pulled her even closer, pressing their bodies tightly together.
After a while, Lilia finally let go, her tongue gently licking the blood from the corner of her lips.
Looking down at Yiyi’s reddened eyes and burning cheeks, she chuckled softly, “Alright, now I’m really full.”
She reached out and gently rubbed the top of Yiyi’s head, her fingertips warm and tender.
“Yibao worked hard. Let me take you out for something delicious as a reward, alright?”
“Just let me go so I can find Xiamir…”
Lilia laughed, not loosening her hold.
Instead, she leaned in close, her nose brushing against Yiyi’s flushed cheek, her tone teasing and indulgent: “Oh? What are you looking for Aunt Xiamir for?”
“I—I want to go drink milk from her… Just let me go, I’ll be right back, can’t I?”
Yiyi puffed up her cheeks, speaking in a huff, but her face remained fiercely red.
“No way. Who knows if you’re just telling me a little lie again, Yibao. Then you’ll have me running around looking for you all over again.”
Yiyi’s eyes grew even redder with anxiety, tears welling up on her lashes, her voice brimming with grievance: “I’m not lying! I—I’ll come right back, I promise!”
Lilia laughed, her fingertip gently wiping away Yiyi’s teardrops, her tone playful and doting: “Promise? Our little kitten’s promises don’t count, you know.”
She leaned in close, her nose brushing Yiyi’s hot cheek, her warm breath brushing across Yiyi’s skin.
“Then what do you want?”
Yiyi pouted, feeling wronged.
Lilia chuckled, pinching her puffed cheeks, her tone gently coaxing: “It’s simple. All Yibao has to do is give me a kiss.”
Yiyi stared at Lilia for a while, her face filled with embarrassment.
The hand holding the corner of Lilia’s clothes curled and uncurled.
Finally, as if she had made a monumental decision, she suddenly leaped into Lilia’s arms, stood on tiptoe, and quickly pecked her lips.
Right after, Yiyi hurriedly ran off.
…
In the back garden…
Yiyi crept in stealthily.
Seeing Xiamir standing not far away, she picked up a stick nearby and tiptoed over, planning to give Xiamir a poke.
But before she could get close, Xiamir’s tail coiled around her, and Yiyi suddenly felt a tightness at her waist.
In the blink of an eye, a soft but powerful force lifted her into the air.
The stick in her hand fell to the ground with a “thud.”
Her short legs kicked instinctively, and her round eyes filled with panic.
Xiamir slowly turned around, her tail swaying as she held Yiyi steadily in front of her.
Her eyes showed a bit of helplessness, but also a gentle, indulgent smile: “What’s our little Yibao trying to do sneaking around like this?”
“You really thought you could hit your mother with a little stick? That’s far too naive.”
Having her intentions exposed, Yiyi’s cheeks instantly flushed all the way to her ears.
She hung her little head, clutching tightly to the tip of Xiamir’s tail, her voice as soft as a mosquito: “I—I wasn’t…”
Xiamir laughed softly, her tail gently swaying as she brought Yiyi in front of her.
She used her fingertip to flick Yiyi’s little nose: “Oh? You weren’t? Then why were you sneaking over here with a stick? Planning to give your mother a back massage?”
“I! I definitely wasn’t here to give you a back massage… I—I’m here for revenge… If only Dawn wasn’t too heavy to lift…”
“Revenge?”
Xiamir raised her brows, her smile deepening as her tail tickled Yiyi’s side.
“You just calmed down for a few days, and now you’re starting up again. Yibao, you’re nothing but a little cub who isn’t even a year old yet.”
Yiyi’s cheeks burned even hotter at that, and she lifted her head in defiance, her round eyes full of stubbornness.
Her childish voice was thick with a nasal tone: “I—I’m already very big! I’m not a little cub anymore!”
She squeezed Xiamir’s tail even tighter.
Xiamir chuckled, her tail wrapping Yiyi securely in her arms.
She gently pinched Yiyi’s puffed cheeks: “Oh? So you’re ‘big’ now? And with a little stick in your hand, you’re planning to teach your mother a lesson?”
Yiyi was left speechless, her cheeks so hot they could fry an egg.
She pouted, her voice full of grievance: “I—I just want revenge!”
Xiamir’s smile deepened, and she tickled Yiyi’s waist lightly with her fingertips.
“So how does Yibao want to take revenge? Hit me once with that little stick?”
Yiyi shivered all over, bursting into giggles as she was tickled, her little legs kicking as she pleaded, her voice soft with embarrassment: “Don’t, don’t tickle me! I—I just want revenge!”
Yiyi shivered all over, giggling uncontrollably as she was tickled, her little legs kicking, her voice full of embarrassed softness: “Don’t, don’t tickle me! I—I just want revenge! Xiamir, if you won’t let me poke you, then just—just send Lilia back. Do you really want to see your girl… want to see me become her little blood slave?”
Xiamir’s smile faded instantly, replaced by an overwhelming gentleness.
She looked down at the little one in her arms, who blurted out without thinking, her tone teasing: “Did Yibao just admit she’s my daughter?”
Yiyi stiffened all over, her cheeks turning so red she could bleed, her head burying itself in Xiamir’s arms, her hands clutching her clothes, her voice as soft as a mosquito and filled with embarrassment: “I—I didn’t!”
“Oh? Didn’t you?”
Xiamir laughed, her tail patting Yiyi’s small back, her voice playful and full of doting.
“Then who was it just now who said ‘your girl…’? Hmm?”
“I—it was a slip of the tongue!”
Yiyi was so anxious her eyes turned red, her little body trembling like a kitten whose secret had been exposed.
“I’m not your daughter!”
“Really?”
Xiamir raised her brows, gently pinching Yiyi’s flushed ear tips with her fingers.
“But I remember a certain little cub, in the middle of the night, hugging my neck and calling ‘Mother’ over and over in that baby voice.”
“I—I don’t remember!”
Yiyi pouted in grievance, her eyes reddening even more as she buried her head deeper, almost disappearing into Xiamir’s clothes.
“Stop making things up!”
Xiamir deliberately drew out her words, her eyes glinting with mischief: “Hmm? If Yibao admits we’re mother and daughter, I’ll let Lilith come pick up Lilia and take her home. Otherwise…”
Yiyi froze, then suddenly looked up from Xiamir’s arms, her round eyes full of struggle, her cheeks still burning red: “I—I…”
Her fingers curled and uncurled around Xiamir’s clothes, her childish voice filled with grievance and hesitation: “But—but I’m not your daughter… I’m… I’m Hades…” Even so, she couldn’t hide the hope in her eyes at the mention of sending Lilia away.
Xiamir laughed, her fingers gently stroking Yiyi’s flushed cheek, her voice soft and tempting: “Admit it, and I’ll have Lilith come right away. Then, no one will ever bite our Yibao’s neck again, alright?”
Yiyi’s eyes were red, her little body trembling slightly.
After a long struggle, she finally seemed to make a big decision, lowered her head, and whispered, barely louder than a breath: “I—I… Mother… Mother…”
As soon as she finished, her cheeks turned so red they could drip blood.
She buried herself in Xiamir’s arms, clutching her clothes, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into.
“Aiya, my good little one finally recognizes me as her mom.”
Xiamir beamed with delight, her tail holding Yiyi tightly, planting kiss after kiss on her reddened cheeks, her gaze full of endless doting.
“If you’d done this sooner, Mother would have pampered you even more.”
“Then… Lilia…” Yiyi mumbled from her arms, her childish voice hesitant.
“Yibao gets to decide whether Lilia stays or goes.”
Xiamir gently patted her back, her tone warm.
“Mmm…”
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