At only 1.45 meters tall, Xiang Xiaoyu’s soft and petite figure resembled a lazily curled-up cat against her brother. She slowly opened her eyes and muttered something, then slurred, “What… is it?” 

She was very sleepy, which was usually the case after spending great Mental Power. It was usually alright, but she felt especially relaxed and comfortable today; even her vision was blurred. She saw a few pieces of light pink paper in front of her, then couldn’t help but shut her eyes again.  Her increasingly soft face was like a soft dumpling on Xiang Ning’s thigh. His breathing intensified. Why… why is my sister...