Let me Touch your Tail

Chapter 143

Yan Zhao felt increasingly amazed as she explored the sensations; the texture was extraordinary. She squeezed a bit more, then another pinch.

Slap!

Ren Qingyue finally snapped back to reality and swatted Yan Zhao's hand away. "What are you doing?!"

A suspicious blush quickly crept up her cheeks. In just a moment, Ren Qingyue's pale skin was suffused with a rosy hue, and her usual aloof demeanor disappeared entirely.

Yan Zhao winced as the back of her hand stung from the slap.

Shaking her hand and glancing at the red mark now forming, she pouted with an innocent expression.

Meeting Yan Zhao's clear, distressed eyes made Ren Qingyue's heart flutter, and she felt a pang of regret. Just now, she had reflexively swatted her hand without controlling her strength, probably hurting Yan Zhao in the process.

Yet she also felt it necessary to teach Yan Zhao a lesson; one must learn from pain. Putting on a stern face, she admonished, "You can't just touch others! If you do it again, I'll hit you again. Understand?"

Yan Zhao rubbed her hand, then fired off three questions in rapid succession: "Who is 'others'? Am I 'others'? Then who can touch?"

Ren Qingyue was momentarily speechless.

Her previously softened heart hardened again, and she gave Yan Zhao a light knock on the head. "You little trickster! Don't twist my words! You can't just touch anyone!"

No one should be touched without consent.

This answer left Yan Zhao quite disappointed. She had just discovered this wonderful feeling and hadn't had enough of it yet, and now she might never get the chance again.

She glanced down at her own small figure, not nearly the same level as Ren Qingyue.

With a sigh, she lamented her own shortcomings.

Unbeknownst to her, Ren Qingyue was watching her with concern.

Ren Qingyue's thoughts drifted to a possibility: What if they became partners...

But in the next instant, Yan Zhao's innocent expression pulled her back to reality.

Ren Qingyue scolded herself for such foolish thoughts and shook her head, trying to dismiss them from her mind.

Feeling flustered and wanting to ignore Yan Zhao, she forgot her initial intention to apologize and pulled Yan Zhao up, leading her toward the forest.

Yan Zhao stumbled slightly from being tugged along and sensed that Ren Qingyue was in a bad mood.

She didn't dare to speak, fearing that if she disturbed her, Ren Qingyue might really get mad and give her a beating.

At the same time, Yan Zhao felt a wave of disappointment. It seemed her senior sister really didn't like her.

She thought of her little fox.

While she hadn't touched a person, she often played with her fox; sometimes Snowball would get angry and bite her, but more often, the little fox would let her squeeze and poke, letting her touch as much as she wanted.

Yan Zhao sighed inwardly, wishing she had that kind of tolerance.

However, she soon pushed these thoughts aside and began to seriously scan the surroundings for that flying spiritual ginseng.

Ren Qingyue's mind remained unsettled.

Despite her efforts to calm herself, repeating a calming mantra, the feeling of Yan Zhao's hand on her chest was like an unpredictable wind; every time her mood approached tranquility, this wind would unexpectedly blow in, ruffling the calm surface of her heart.