Yiyi buried herself in Bai Ye’s embrace, crying even more pitifully, her small voice choked and trembling: “Grandma, it hurts… Is my butt not going to make it…”
“Silly child, what nonsense are you saying.”
Bai Ye sighed with heartache, her fingertips gentler as she softly rubbed Yiyi’s reddened skin.
“Mother knows her limits. It’s just a lesson for you; the swelling will go down in a couple of days. Don’t ever lie and stir up trouble again, understand? Mother loves you too much to hurt you for real.”
Yiyi nodded with sobs, her tears soaking a large patch of Bai Ye’s clothes.
“I understand… I won’t dare anymore… But it really hurts… Grandma, be gentle… Wuwuwu…”
Bai Ye’s fingers suddenly stopped, then turned into a feather-light caress, gently circling the reddened skin, her voice so soft it could drip with tenderness: “Alright, alright, Grandma will be even more gentle, even more gentle.”
At that moment, the door of the warm chamber was gently pushed open a crack.
Liliya passed by outside, carrying a gold-trimmed food box.
The sweet fragrance tickling her nose made her pause.
Turning her head, her eyes lit up instantly—she had finally found the little milk bun she’d been searching for, curled up in Bai Ye’s arms.
“Little Yibao! So you were here!”
Liliya walked in quickly, the silver chain on the food box swaying lightly.
“I’ve been looking for you for half an hour, and I brought you mango mousse, your favorite!”
Before she finished, her eyes landed on the patch of reddened skin showing on Yiyi, and her smile instantly froze, her gaze full of concern.
“Your butt… why is it so red?”
“I-I’m fine… Liliya…”
Yiyi buried herself deeper in Bai Ye’s arms, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s, the traces of crying still lingering, her cheeks burning red with shame as she wished she could disappear.
“Want me to rub it for you?”
Liliya asked tentatively, but her fingertips were already gently poking Yiyi’s soft little butt.
“No, no need… Grandma is already taking care of me…”
Yiyi shook her head hurriedly, hiding her little head even deeper.
“Grandma? So this is Little Yibao’s grandma?”
Liliya turned to Bai Ye, her face showing a polite smile, her tone full of curiosity: “Hello, Grandma, I’m Liliya of the Blood Clan. I often play with Little Yibao.”
“Liliya?”
Bai Ye looked her up and down, a trace of surprise flickering in her eyes, then she chuckled, her tone a little teasing: “Is your mother that little rascal Lilith?”
Liliya froze for a second, then nodded vigorously, her eyes shining.
“Grandma, you know my mother?”
“Pfft… hahaha! Not just know.”
Bai Ye shook her head with a laugh, her fingers still gentle, a distant smile in her eyes as if recalling some old funny story.
“I know all about that little bat and little Xiazi’s relationship—they were glued together since childhood.”
“Like me and Yibao now?”
Liliya tilted her head, her small hand tugging at Yiyi’s sleeve, eyes full of curiosity.
“Hey hey hey! No, no, Grandma, don’t listen to Liliya, I-I didn’t!”
Yiyi suddenly looked up, tears still clinging to her wet lashes, her cheeks as red as ripe cherries.
She waved her hands in denial, her small voice trembling with anxiety.
“Big Sister, if you lie you’ll get spanked! Yaoyao doesn’t want to see Big Sister get spanked, so hurry and admit it~”
As Yaoyao’s soft childish voice faded, she reached out her chubby hand and gently poked Yiyi’s cheek.
“Alright, you little ones play here. I’m going to find little Xiazi.”
Bai Ye laughed and ruffled the three children’s heads, her fingertips pausing one last time on Yiyi’s reddened skin, leaving behind a faint layer of silver light.
“Okay, Grandma!”
Liliya immediately straightened up, patting her chest like a little grown-up, the Blood Clan’s tiny fangs peeking out at the corner of her lips.
As Bai Ye rose, her sleeve brushed over the table, stirring a gentle breeze.
The distant smile in her eyes gradually faded, a faint heaviness flashing across her face.
She didn’t say more, just turned and walked out, her figure soon disappearing at the end of the corridor.
“Yibao, now there’s no one here~”
Liliya scooted close to Yiyi, set the food box on the table, and reached out to push Yiyi to the center of the soft couch.
“You actually dared to lie just now. Watch how I punish you, you little rascal!”
“W-what are you going to do?”
Yiyi shrank back in fright, clutching the brocade edge of the couch tightly, her cheeks still bright red.
“I didn’t lie! And my butt still hurts!”
Liliya leaned over, her fingertip lightly hooking Yiyi’s chin, her tone sweet and teasing.
“Punish you—by making you tell the truth.”
As she spoke, she turned and picked up a small strawberry cake, handing it to Yaoyao.
“Yaoyao, this is for you. Go wait outside for a bit, and after big sister finishes talking with Yibao, I’ll take you to pick red fruit in the courtyard.”
“Okay~” Yaoyao carefully took the cake and skipped out, gently closing the door without making a sound.
“Now that Yaoyao’s gone, little Yibao, isn’t it time I bit you?”
Liliya’s voice dropped low, carrying a hint of enchantment.
Liliya’s fingers slid from Yiyi’s shoulder all the way down her spine to her tailbone, then slowly even lower.
The cool touch was like icy silk brushing warm skin, making Yiyi shiver.
“Mm… go ahead…”
Yiyi squeezed her eyes shut, her lashes trembling violently, even her breathing gone soft, like a little animal pinned down, helplessly compliant.
“Mm~” Liliya’s fangs pierced Yiyi’s neck.
One hand held Yiyi’s wrists pinned to the couch, while the other hand soon left Yiyi limp and weak.
Yiyi let out a dazed little “mm,” her mind soaked in warm water, the grievance and embarrassment fading away, leaving only an inexplicable sense of security.
A moment later, Liliya’s fangs withdrew, and her tongue gently licked the tiny wound on Yiyi’s neck, which healed visibly in an instant, leaving only a faint red mark.
She let go of Yiyi’s hands, her fingertips still cool as they soothed Yiyi’s sweaty back.
“There, it doesn’t hurt anymore, right?”
Yiyi lay limply on the couch, her cheeks flushed, her gaze still a little hazy.
She gave a soft “mm,” her small hand subconsciously grabbing Liliya’s sleeve.
Just as Liliya was about to hug Yiyi, a soft voice came from outside the door: “Big Sister, Liliya, I’m done eating. Is there more cake?”
The door was gently pushed open, and Yaoyao walked in holding an empty plate.
Liliya’s expression changed.
She quickly pulled the brocade quilt over Yiyi, a flash of panic in her red eyes: “Yaoyao, why did you come in? Ah, don’t look!”
Yaoyao was startled by her reaction, blinking curiously: “Why can’t I look? What’s wrong with Big Sister?”
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