“...What did you say? I didn't hear you.” Li Youchi stared at the little one before him in disbelief. She didn't even reach his chest, yet claimed to be his ancestor.
“I said I'm your 341st-generation ancestor. I came here to help you revive our family.” Li Xue stared earnestly at him, the fluffy ears atop her head flapping back and forth.
“Ding-dong~” The doorbell rang unexpectedly. When Li Youchi opened the door, he was stunned by what he saw.
“I wouldn't have guessed you were such a player. You've even gotten involved with so many girls.”
“I don't want to argue with someone who's pretending to be a man.”
“Brother Youchi, did you invite them here? It seems I've come at a bad time...”
“No, there's been a huge misunderstanding!”
“Big sister, don't listen to his excuses. Let's go...”
“You black-hearted little schemer, shut up!”
“...”
“No! Class monitor, let's talk this out! Put down the knife!”
(A friendly reminder: This story moves at a leisurely pace and is a slow burn. Please keep that in mind before reading.)
