"They're just kittens. What do they know about being a 'bad influence'?"
A wicked grin spread across Shen Yuan's lips, a sight reflected in Li Zhi's wide, indignant eyes.
"They're probably just wondering… why Mommy and Daddy are suddenly all over each other, making out so hard they can't even breathe~"
"Jerk!"
Li Zhi was instantly mortified. Her sharp voice cracked, and her cheeks flushed so red it looked as if they might start bleeding.
She couldn't take the dual torment of being gawked at and teased any longer. She abruptly buried her head and hammered her fists against Shen Yuan.
The blows held little force, serving only as an outlet for her frustration. Then she let out a muffled whimper, a sound like a cat whose tail had been stepped on—a mixture of shame, indignation, and a hint of a pout.
"Shut up, Selaan!"
"...Hmph! I-I'm not speaking to you anymore!"
