On Bingpo’s big bed, Filo lay sprawled, drunk as a skunk, lips pursed, rolling over. Bingpo watched her master, hands twitching uncontrollably. “Master~ I won’t do anything weird~ But normal stuff? I can go all out, right~” She giggled, reaching forward, only for Filo to flip over and yank her down with an iron grip.
“Master?!” Bingpo froze, thinking Filo woke up. Seconds passed—no movement. Just sleepwalking. Bingpo exhaled, relieved. Just sleepwalking, phew…
She tried prying Filo’s hands off, but LV999 strength versus her LV600+? No chance. Face red from effort, after 108 tries, Bingpo… gave up thinking. Can’t budge ‘em. Wasting energy.
Lying beside Filo, she偷看了 her master’s sleeping face. Maybe this is better. Her mouth watered. Master’s so cute~ Too cute~ How’s she THIS cute?! I wanna steal her as my wife!! Chanting “Master” like a mantra, her whispers roused Filo’s brow to twitch, limbs shifting. Bingpo, helpless, followed Filo’s pull.
Filo’s arms wrapped Bingpo tight, hugging her like a real-life hug pillow! “So cool, so comfy~” Filo mumbled.
Filo was comfy, but Bingpo? Overwhelmed. If Mom’s face was a ripe apple (Chapter 91), Bingpo’s was a bursting red tomato—delicate as if it could pop. Too close! Way too close! Master’s face, her body—trouble, disaster, I’m done for! Blood boiling, her ice dragon body shot from 20°C to human temps and kept climbing. To Filo? Just a cozy versus chilly pillow—same diff, but damn, that handfeel (real-life hug pillow, duh).
Bingpo, overstimulated, fainted from sheer excitement. With that, her family joined the total wipeout!
Next morning, sunlight pierced the window, hitting Filo’s face. Good thing she’s a True Ancestor—lesser vampires would’ve dusted under that beam. Frowning, she groggily opened her eyes, then jumped. Above her floated Xiaolin. “Morning~ Slept well, Big Sis?”
“Huh? Why do you say that?”
Xiaolin, stifling a laugh, nodded sideways. Filo turned, nearly leaping off the bed. “B-Bingpo!” Clinging to her, Bingpo slept like a dainty bird, practically glued to Filo’s side.
Gulp. Filo couldn’t recall yesterday—drunkenness was too dangerous. No more booze. Nothing too wild happened, right? Just sleeping close… acceptable, maybe? She tried pulling her hands back, but sleeping Bingpo reflexively grabbed her arm. “Master, don’t… don’t go…” she murmured, face twisting—dream syncing with reality?
Filo could break free with force, but… eh, let it slide. She lay back down. Bingpo hugged her arm tighter, lips twitching, snuggling closer. Not waking anytime soon. Fine—Salted-Fish King’s got endless ways to kill time. Xiaolin, seeing Bingpo’s clinginess (and Filo’s consent), pouted, diving to hug Filo’s other arm.
“Xiaolin, what’s this?”
“Big Sis, I’m jealous!”
“Huh?! HUH?!”
Filo was baffled. Bingpo on the right, Xiaolin on the left—legendary embracing left and right? This is… uh… Not as thrilling as expected. Her pre-transmigration self might’ve nosebled, but now? Just babysitting two kids. Glancing at Xiaolin and Bingpo—cute, sure, but next to Filo’s godly looks? Meh.
Sighing, Filo stared at the ceiling, salted-fish eyes dead. One thought summed it up: “How the hell am I this cute?!”
Any reason in particular why this was dropped?