The entire night.
Poor Little Zhibai’s mind had been a chaotic haze throughout.
Sometimes it was paradise, sometimes pure hell.
When Yun’er would finally talk things out properly, easing the pace into a gentle trickle, that was heaven.
But when Ye Zhibai’s defenses had clearly been overrun, and the sly Yun’er still launched fierce, unrelenting assaults on the utterly defenseless territory, it turned into crashing waves of torment—that was hell!
Ye Zhibai simply couldn’t hold out against the onslaught!
And if anyone asked why…
It was because Yun’er wielded a divine artifact. She came armed like a well-equipped elite force, fully prepared!
Little Zhibai, on the other hand, had nothing—just helplessly watching from below as her own lands were conquered piece by piece.
It was a war with no suspense at all.
Too… too brutal.
Amid the alternations between paradise and hell, along with Ye Zhibai’s occasional feeble counterattacks from her position, the long night finally drew to a close as dawn broke.
The sun rose, but that didn’t mean the Ye Family’s two eldest misses were getting up with it.
They were exhausted.
They slept straight through until noon!
The diligent and fearless war goddess Ye Zhiyun was already humming a gleeful little tune as she prepared a loving breakfast for Ye Zhibai… well, it was more like lunch now, wasn’t it?
Meanwhile, Ye Zhibai—who had been completely naked just moments ago and had only just gotten into a fresh nightgown with Guang Yu’s help—remained sprawled on the bed with its newly changed sheets.
She didn’t want to talk.
Her silver hair, more radiant than a galaxy, spilled across both sides of the pillow.
The girl buried her face in the soft velvet cushion.
Just thinking back to last night’s “battle” made Ye Zhibai instinctively curl her legs under the thin blanket.
—It was a futile defensive posture.
Last night, that very posture had been forcibly breached by Yun’er countless times.
Ye Zhibai felt a mix of shame and anger in her heart, but her face remained expressionless.
Right now, she had only one thought.
—From now on, she never wanted to see anything with spikes or sharp edges again!
A natural, untainted divine artifact… why did something like that even exist?!
“Guang Yu, that cactus on the table—I don’t like it. Take it out to the courtyard. It’ll be good for it to get some sun.”
“Aw, sure. Should I water it too? Cold water or boiling?”
“Do whatever… but try to keep it alive. Oh, and that straight ruler on the shelf over there—too many spikes, it’s creepy. Take it away, take it away.”
“You’re so picky! Fine, this one’s going to the courtyard too, huh?”
“Mm, thanks, Guang Yu. Uh… and your tail. When the fur stands up, it has spikes too…”
“You can’t expect me to chop off my tail! This isn’t some decoration!”
“No, I mean, go outside and comb it out with the straight ruler. Make it all fluffy.”
“You…! Sigh, whatever, I’m too lazy to argue with you. Look at you like this—you’re such a disgrace! Heh… but last night, watching you two get all cozy actually helped me recover a bit of divine power! For that, I owe you one!”
“……”
Yeah, right. Anyway, whatever divine power you got back, you’d probably just use it to chase butterflies again.
But Ye Zhibai couldn’t refute the first half of what Guang Yu had said.
Her own constitution seemed even weaker than she’d imagined when it came to intense “exercise.”
Look at Yun’er. Sure, she was limp and unwilling to get out of bed that morning too.
But at least now she was bouncing around full of energy!
Ye Zhibai, on the other hand, even at noon, still wanted to stay glued to the bed. She had zero desire to move.
Her whole body ached with exhaustion.
Ignoring Guang Yu’s mockery, the clever Little Zhibai simply rolled over to face the wall, utterly detached.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Hah. True, her performance last night had been pretty pathetic.
—But it wasn’t without results.
Even if Ye Zhibai’s counterattacks were feeble compared to Yun’er’s tidal-wave assaults, the problem was that Yun’er’s defenses seemed incredibly low!
If Yun’er hadn’t stubbornly stayed on top to keep control, she might have even been overpowered by Ye Zhibai a few times.
Little Zhibai looked at her hands—these were the proud weapons that had made Yun’er beg for mercy, if only briefly, last night!
C-cup cotton candy… it really was sweet to bite into, wasn’t it?
Just as Ye Zhibai was thinking of closing her eyes for a bit longer to recover her strength…
The door to the room creaked open gently and carefully.
Then, from behind her came Yun’er’s pleasant, concerned, and worried voice.
“Sister…? Are you awake? Um… sorry about last night. I think… I might have gone a bit overboard.”
“It’s fine.”
—”It’s fine.”
Another classic line from the annals of stubborn pride and duck-like denial.
Ye Zhibai racked her brain for ages, but “it’s fine” was all she could muster.
Yun’er approached the bedside. Her words dripped with guilt, but there was a hint of stubbornness too!
“But… but it’s your fault for showing me that expression! How could I possibly hold back…?”
“!”
At those words…
Ye Zhibai truly had no face left to turn around and look at Yun’er!
That expression from last night—it was the one thing she least wanted to recall!
Though it had only lasted an instant…
Yun’er had achieved her ultimate goal.
Right before Ye Zhibai was teased to the point of total surrender.
The expressionless girl let out a soft cry that could melt hearts to butter—the very scene Yun’er had longed for—and it arrived.
Even Ye Zhibai herself could feel it.
For a few seconds, there was an uncontrollable breakdown.
Her brows and eyes trembled uncontrollably, her lips quivered with each gasp, and a look of humiliated fury appeared.
But it only lasted a few seconds before the shame faded.
She slowly returned to calm.
Yet that brief change in expression…! It had truly shocked Ye Zhiyun to her core!
For Yun’er, seeing that look on Ye Zhibai was like some motivational elixir that spurred her onward with full vigor!
Unfortunately… even giving it her all through the whole night, Yun’er had only glimpsed that expression once.
Ye Zhibai: Limited trigger. Low probability. Let it happen naturally—don’t force it! And don’t get hurt!
Seeing that her sister didn’t want to engage, Ye Zhiyun felt a pang of grievance in her heart.
Even if she felt wronged, it was her fault first. She still had to hand over what she was holding!
Ye Zhiyun steadied the glass in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed.
She freed one hand to gently stroke Ye Zhibai’s silky silver hair.
Tenderness and apology overflowed.
“Sister… I… I made you some goji berry red date tea. Come on, sit up and have a sip? It’ll replenish you, and you’ll feel better.”
Hm?!
Goji… red date tea?!
A big tonic, huh?
Put another way…
She was calling me weak!
Hearing words that didn’t hurt much but insulted deeply, Ye Zhibai couldn’t keep lying there silent anymore!
She shot upright, her sleepy, unfocused eyes glaring at Ye Zhiyun and the tea in her hand. Her silver hair was a messy tangle.
This breathtaking, dreamlike image of lazy morning beauty made Yun’er swallow hard again.
It scared the wits out of Little Zhibai!
She hurriedly took the glass from Yun’er’s hand without a word!
Don’t you dare swallow like that.
I’m scared!
