Ye Beiming glanced at Lin Xue’er beside her, whose smile had disappeared into the shadow of her bangs.
She blinked.
Her tender red tongue rolled out a wet milk candy, showing it off to Lin Xue’er, then retracted it back into her small mouth, pressing it against her cheek.
“So sweet.”
Ye Beiming felt delighted, her mood suddenly soaring.
“Lin Lue, I really like—Ah!!”
A small spider suddenly dropped from above, landing on the tip of Ye Beiming’s nose, freezing her on the spot.
The next second, a scream erupted.
She panicked and crashed into Lin Lue, who stumbled backward, hitting a table.
The teapot flew off.
Crash!
The two fell to the ground, tea splashing over their bodies.
Ye Beiming lifted her head from Lin Lue’s chest, feeling the sticky mess on her, and couldn’t help letting out a whimper.
“Lin Lue, I’m wet.”
“You’re wet too.”
At that moment, Ye Beiming realized something was wrong.
She smacked her little mouth—empty.
“Where’s my uneaten candy?”
Lin Lue spoke calmly.
“It’s in my mouth.”
“When you screamed, it flew out.”
When she crashed into him, it hit his stomach, causing him to open his mouth instinctively.
And then, very precisely, it landed in his mouth.
Ye Beiming’s face flushed slightly, her voice soft and airy.
“That… that candy… was it sweet?”
Lin Lue: “?”
What are you talking about?
“Is it sweet or not?!”
Seeing Lin Lue’s dazed expression, Ye Beiming felt a surge of embarrassment and anger, flailing her hands and pouting.
“Tell me! Is it sweet?!”
“Or else… or else I’ll bite you!”
Lin Lue: “…It’s sweet.”
On the other side, Lin Xue’er’s body was trembling violently, feeling like she might explode.
As for the little spider, it seemed to sense something was wrong and slipped out the door while nobody was paying attention, quietly disappearing.
—
To avoid Lin Xue’er’s terrifying question of “whose imported candy is sweeter,” Lin Lue exhausted all his strength and means.
In the end, he was defeated.
But fortunately, time was on his side.
The approaching deadline for school made Lin Xue’er give up without persisting too long.
She decided to continue this question after school!
Thank goodness!
Not completely free?
That was a problem for Lin Lue tonight to worry about.
Sunlight filtered through the layers of leaves, casting shifting patches of light.
The morning glow and Ye Beiming’s golden hair made it hard to tell which was more dazzling.
Dewdrops still hung on the emerald leaves of the shaded path, glittering.
Suddenly, a violent shake.
A gray bird on the branch frantically flapped its wings, and a lump of white bird droppings with a foul stench plummeted down!
Ye Beiming, walking under the tree, sensed something and instinctively looked up.
Her body stiffened in fear, pupils contracting.
She forgot to dodge.
Watching helplessly as calamity descended.
Lin Lue beside her moved swiftly.
His slender fingers caught a fallen leaf and flicked it into the air.
The leaf, wrapped in a trace of magic power, precisely redirected the bird droppings toward a patch of weeds, landing with a soft splat.
Before Ye Beiming could breathe a sigh of relief, the roar of an engine came from behind.
A runaway magic car, like a wild horse breaking free, charged heavily toward her.
Ye Beiming’s face turned pale.
Lin Lue reacted quickly, reaching out to grab her wrist and pulling her toward him.
He spun her around and dodged.
The magic car scraped past them and crashed into a wall a hundred yards away.
It was instantly wrecked—hood crumpled, shattered pieces flying, black smoke billowing.
Safe now, Ye Beiming could finally feel her own heart racing.
And then… Lin Lue had a very nice smell.
“Lin… Lin Lue…”
Ye Beiming murmured subconsciously, chanting the name of the man who had saved her from danger so many times.
“I’m here.”
Several seconds passed before Ye Beiming, swallowing hard, admired Lin Lue’s handsome face illuminated by the morning light.
She let out a long breath, using his good looks to calm herself.
It should be fine now…
Just as Ye Beiming was about to step forward, a small crimson figure shot out from the crack in the stone slab at her feet.
It was a fiery red snake, its triangular head flicking a forked tongue, scales gleaming coldly.
Fast as a red lightning bolt, it instantly coiled around Ye Beiming’s calf.
Its sharp fangs opened, about to tear through her delicate white stockings and bite into her tender skin.
Ye Beiming was about to cry!
A clearly articulated hand appeared before her eyes, grabbing the snake.
Pinching its vital spot in an instant!
The snake struggled violently, full of ferocity!
A trace of ice magic emanated from Lin Lue’s palm, freezing the snake stiff.
He decisively snapped its head off, dug a small pit nearby, and buried it.
With just a slight move, Lin Lue had defused her successive disasters.
Ye Beiming understood now, completely.
So, clenching her slightly sweaty palm, she took a deep breath, jumped in a spin, and knelt before Lin Lue!
Her little arms tightly wrapped around his thigh, her cheek pressed against it, distorting as she spoke incoherently.
“Lin Lue, please let me ride on your neck! I’ll do anything!”
“I beg you, this is the request of a lifetime!”
Being less than half a meter away from Lin Lue was still too dangerous.
She wanted to stick to Lin Lue, to be zero distance from him!
Lin Lue: “…”
Lin Lue understood.
But he didn’t accept, because Ye Beiming’s face was pale, her eyes red—clearly scared out of her wits.
And just now, her legs were weak, trembling uncontrollably.
So if he let her straddle his neck, and she got scared again, her bladder muscles might give way…
Imagining that warm “nectar” flowing from his neck to his chest, Lin Lue sighed.
Too beautiful a picture.
A out-of-control little girl with tearful eyes, white stockings soaked, whimpering softly…
Lin Lue didn’t want to be part of that art.
There was also a key point: once Ye Beiming had “opened the floodgates,” her legs would definitely be too weak to stand, her little hands shaking like late-stage Parkinson’s…
Lin Lue didn’t want to pull up her panties for her again.
Too exhausting for his second brother.
“Lin Lue, you heartless man.”
Ye Beiming stood up, mumbling and grinding her teeth, wanting to bite Lin Lue’s thigh.
Bantering with him like this actually loosened her taut nerves a bit.
She tensed her legs, which had gone soft like cooked noodles, and slowly stood up.
Recalling the series of misfortunes along the way, Ye Beiming’s voice carried a lingering tremor and an imperceptible dependence.
“Lin Lue, why is everything going wrong for me today? It’s like all the bad things are aimed at me.”
Could it be that last night… wasn’t a dream?
Ye Beiming tilted her head slightly, her golden eyelashes fluttering, her eyes full of confusion.
Lin Lue naturally understood.
“Ahem. Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”
“Once we get to school, it’ll be fine.”
Lin Lue patted the back of Ye Beiming’s hand, which was gripping his sleeve, comforting her.
He decided that even if a fly flew by, he’d take it seriously.
At the same time, he quietly cast three thin magic shields on Ye Beiming—Ice, Fire, and Space.
“Lin Lue…”
Ye Beiming was moved to tears.
Of course, if Lin Xue’er weren’t staring at her with such a cold glare, she would have been even more touched.
Lin Xue’er stood on the other side of Lin Lue, silent the whole way.
Just smiling, constantly smiling.
Ye Beiming glanced at the other girl’s clenched little fist, completely sure that if she maxed out her rage meter, they could go 90-10.
One punch from her, and Ye Beiming would split into nine pieces.