Pili Fanfiction: The Spendthrift Lady

After careful consideration and a long period of observation, I've reached a conclusion: marrying a pink barrel might not be such a bad idea after all. He doesn't smoke or drink, he's neat, has plenty of money, and is handsome. His only daily activities are playing chess and going to bed early, so he never goes clubbing.

It's just that he's a little tsundere, like a precious Persian cat, and he likes to play pranks, dressing up as a woodcutter and scaring his turtle son with an ax.

"...Wait, Pink Barrel, what are you doing!? Put that ax down right now, damn it!"

P.S. Nonsense warning! This was a prize for losing a bet in October. It's also on the old graveyard site, but I've revised and polished the content for Jinjiang to make it more complete.

CP: Time City Lord. Short story, just mindless fun.

First-person POV, lots of headcanon, terrible writing, may be out of character. Read at your own risk.

Theme: You might not get to marry the Big Bad Wolf, but a pink barrel will do.