"It's me." Qing Li shifted his attention from the tiny scales on Dumpling's neck and looked at Xiao Li.
Her back felt as if it had been hit by an icy arrow; Xiao Li's back stiffened, finally noticing Qing Li, who exuded a queenly aura even while sitting on an ordinary stool.
She jumped down from Beichen's waist and walked over, "You?"
"Can't hear well?" Qing Li was a bit impatient, his gaze slightly fierce, "You're Xiao Li?"
"Ah, yes, yes, yes, wow! Sister, you are so beautiful and young and ethereal, you must be the Snake Lord's sister." Xiao Li nodded repeatedly, looking at Qing Li with a worshipful expression in a prayerful pose.
I swallowed a mouthful of saliva, my heart pounding with nervousness.
This flattery was rather overdone; Qing Li's attitude toward unfamiliar people was always unpredictable.
Xiao Li was a bit too bold, daring to act so freely at the first meeting.
