Life on the Jianghu Is Hard

It was an ordinary day:

Yi Xing suddenly asked Xia Qiao, "Between me and your senior fellow disciple, who do you like more?"

Xia Qiao was squinting in the sun. "Naturally..."

Yi Xing cut her off. "Didn't someone once say she'd repay me with herself? Did that mean she'd sell herself to be my maid?"

Xia Qiao gave in. "Naturally, I like you more."

Another day:

Yi Xing was waving a spoon as he stir-fried braised pork. He asked, "Between me and your master, who do you like more?"

Xia Qiao, standing by a table full of dishes and sniffing, answered without looking back, "Of course, Master."

Yi Xing turned around. "Last night, I met a venerable monk. He prophesied that our family would suffer a calamity, and we'd have to eat vegetarian food for three years..."

Xia Qiao had no backbone. "I like Master more, but I love you most!"

Another day:

Yi Xing asked, "Between me and A-Nuo, who do you like more?"

Xia Qiao snapped, "Do you have to go this far?!"

Yi Xing propped his chin on his hand and said leisurely, "I really want a daughter, but A-Nuo is such a nuisance. Let's send him to Shaolin Temple to become a monk..."

Xia Qiao flipped the table. "Even the fiercest tiger won't eat its own cub! You... Mmph..."

Before she could finish, he pounced on her.

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