"Tina is only ten years old, you eat all Tina's vinegar, is it a bit too much?"

"...Then why do you say I'm small?"

He didn't want to let Yong Ye go easily, and remembered what Yong Ye said just now that his chest was not too big, but Yong Ye had some misunderstanding of the word "small" that popped up inexplicably.

"You're already young, you're only sixteen, aren't you?"

"I'm talking about breasts."

"...Uh? So you're talking about breasts? Um... Wuming is twelve years old, and it's about the same as Arisa in the enshrined house. You think yourself... Besides, I just said it's not big, not small."

In order to avoid touching the minefield, Yong Ye added a remedial sentence at the end in time.

"Soft? That nameless."

"...Well...you say that, it doesn't seem as soft as the famous lady last time? But there is no doubt that the other party has a elasticity that is far from being matched by the other party. Sure enough, the skin of a child is very elastic, even...no...no, why should I I want to tell you about this..."

"—touched?"

When Yong Ye accidentally leaked his mouth, Qi suddenly lowered his body and narrowed his eyes slightly, his head was almost touching Yong Ye's forehead, so close to Yong Ye, he could feel her breathing.

"No... I said it all, Wuming is only twelve years old, so..."

"—touched?"

"...Why are you staring at me like that? I'm not lying, she's really only twelve years old."

"Then... have you touched it?"

In a position close enough to feel his breath, Qi was riding on his body, and he continued to ask questions in a cold and emotionless tone, which made Yong Ye feel the chills on his back.

Of course, besides that, he also felt quite helpless, or was he speechless? After all, he has already stated his nameless age, so why is he still asking?

"Pray... Think about it carefully. How could I touch someone's chest as a twelve-year-old? Do you think I'm a lo*ic*n? It's impossible to think about this with common sense."

"...Tina Sprant, ten years old, nameless, twelve years old... Ye, isn't it lo*ic*n?"

"Your perception is a very outrageous misunderstanding! I only know children because of their liking, and I can't do anything that knows the law and violates the law, right? The most important thing is that the Son of Heaven has ...no, nothing."

Just when I was about to say that the Son of Heaven was still sixteen years old, Yong Ye suddenly remembered that this child would be jealous, so he didn't say it rationally.

"...Holy Son? Who? Girl?"

"Yeah~ Don't care about the little details that don't matter, can you almost let me go?"

"Why do you know about elasticity? . . . Explanation."

"Because that child occasionally runs to my bed, it is inevitable to accidentally bump into it while sleeping, right?"

"...Occasionally, sleep together?"

As if frightened by some amazing fact, Qi unconsciously froze for a moment, repeating the key words in Yong Ye's words.

But... it's not an occasional thing, but a fairly common thing... After throwing Wuming under the bed many times, Yongye gradually got used to Wuming's behavior, so he didn't care too much, after all, he was only a twelve-year-old child. It's no big deal... at least that's what he thought, even though the twelve-year-old was a little overgrown.

"…I made a decision."

After bowing his head and pondering for a long time, Qi suddenly raised his head again and stared at Yong Ye, who had just pushed her to the ground yesterday, but was pushed back by her today.

"Decided? What?"

"In the future, I will also sleep with Ye Ye."

"...Are you an idiot? You should think about your age."

"Sixteen, is there anything wrong?"

"You don't need to think about it to know that it's definitely not possible, do you still need to ask?"

"why?"

"...Even if you say why...please think about it with common sense?"

"I can do it at night."

"...can what?"

"marry."

"No, I'm not planning to get married yet."

"Irresponsible?"

"...This has nothing to do with irresponsibility, right?"

"I've kissed, and I've been touched. I can't get married, so... Ye will be responsible."

"No no no...Miss Qi, I may not be able to keep up with your topic, I..."

"It's a prayer."

"...Okay, please, I wanted to say... eh? What did I just say?"

Continued debate on the floor for quite some time without any decent results.

After Yong Ye reluctantly agreed to some of the conditions, Qi Cai was willing to let him go and let him carry her back to the sofa from the ground.

"It's time to try your skills now, right?"

"...The ability of the king?"

With Yong Ye's reminder, Qi looked down at the back of his right hand. When he didn't use the king's ability, the king's mark could not be seen, so all he could see at the moment was the clean back of his hand.

"Yes, that's what you just got. It's exclusive to boys and girls under the age of seventeen. The king's ability."

Frankly speaking, Yong Ye feels quite strange to keep reciting the power of the king, but... there is no way for that thing to be called by name, but there is no way to do it like Ying Manji, as it should be, shouting. The power of my king.

...the ability of the king, the power of the king, the brand of the king... Daath also mentioned the posture of the king, which is everywhere of the king, he doesn't know why this ability is named king, and it is limited to ten Under seven years old.

Why did Yong Ye think about the name of this ability, but Qi stretched out his right hand and placed his small hand on his chest, as if he wanted to feel his heartbeat or something?

Yong Ye looked down at the hand that was pressing on his chest. He was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but look at the owner of the hand in confusion.

"…what are you doing?"

"Ye, under the age of seventeen?"

"...Do you think it's possible?"