"I'm going to examine you too!!"
Upon hearing the conversation, Misaki Saki, with her little short legs fluttering, tried to climb into Haruka Yuzan's embrace.
Watching the girl wiggle in and out like a grub, Haruka Yuzan was at a loss for words.
"It's to check the wound you just kicked!!"
Haruka Yuzan was dumbfounded, rubbed it, and finding it still usable, he finally relaxed.
"Hehe, it wasn't on purpose, you know...."
Misaki Saki giggled, scratching her head with her little melon seed hand, wearing a slightly embarrassed expression.
"Well then, I won't take advantage of you. In a bit, you take a stick, and hit back there, on mine, how about that?"
The blonde haired little devil perked up, her barren chest boasting an almost imperceptible curve, quite adorable really.
Haruka Yuzan was speechless and grabbed the little devil by the head, "This is a café, no driving allowed!!"
Misaki Saki, her head being held, cried out: "Just say it, do you want to or not? If it's not okay, if it's not okay, then I'll join Sister Reiko!!"
Haruka Yuzan felt a bit embarrassed when asked, and subconsciously let go of the little devil's fateful little head.
Reiko Onodera's face flushed slightly, and she muttered with a bit of coquetry, "Misaki, don't talk nonsense."
Misaki Saki rubbed the spot where Haruka Yuzan just apprehended her, and her delicate little face cracked into a mischievous smile, "Sister Reiko, no need to hold back, our collaboration last time was quite spectacular, wasn't it?"
At her words, Reiko Onodera's cheeks turned an even deeper red, her charming willow brows revealing an indescribable allure.
"Misaki, if you keep spouting nonsense, I'm not making you roast chicken tonight."
"Don't, Sister Reiko, would you really have the heart to see an eighteen-year-old and three-month-old baby go without roast chicken for dinner?"
Misaki Saki pouted, beginning to act spoiled and cute.
As expected, as soon as she pulled this trick, Reiko Onodera immediately softened.
"Alright, I'll go to the supermarket later to buy some chicken."
Seeing this, Haruka Yuzan couldn't help but snark, "I think you better stop eating, you've been getting fatter, look at your legs, so chubby."
"This meatiness, you don't understand a thing!!"
Misaki Saki retorted, immediately stretching out her little short legs.
Her fair and beautiful legs were smooth and bouncy, toes clear and translucent like crystal grapes, enticing one to savor them.
The curve of her calf was firm to the grip, a line of white silk snug against her skin, extending up to her thigh, lightly outlining her slightly plump thighs.
A nameless fire of desire rose with that layer of flesh.
Seeing this, Misaki Saki was quite pleased with herself, tossing her little foot around smugly.
Haruka Yuzan was speechless.
But still, he honestly covered them up, a single hand could grasp, um.... soft and tender.
Reiko Onodera couldn't help but lower her head and glance at her own plump beautiful legs, silently comparing them.
"Mr. Haruka, would you think my legs are too thick..."
It seemed like Misaki Saki's were just right.
Just then, the adorable little girl came bouncing out from the back kitchen. Her sweet and cute appearance contrasted sharply with the wretched little demoness next to her.
"Look quick, this is the little butterfly Sister Yaguchi painted for me!"
Rika Onodera held up her chubby little hand, on which there was a roughly painted oil painting of a small butterfly. Looking closely, it might be crude, but wasn't that the very style suited for a little girl?
"It's beautiful, my little Rika is the prettiest."
Reiko Onodera knelt down and affectionately rubbed the little girl's head.
"Let me see, let me see, let me see."
Misaki Saki bounced up from her chair, rushing over to Rika Onodera, her cherry-like little mouth slightly ajar, and a cry of surprise came.
"Wow, it's so beautiful! No way, I want one too, I want Risa to paint one for me!!"
"Alright, then let's go find Sister Yaguchi together."
The two little girls held hands and scampered off to find the socially anxious Risa hiding in a corner.
Haruka Yuzan was somewhat speechless, but his lips curled into a smile without him realizing it.
Dusk filtered in through the windows, casting an exceptionally warm glow over the cafe.
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Chiba Shimizu slid a cup of tea across to the young lady.
Otome Mizuko glanced at it, the tea rippling gently and reflecting the peachy hue of her cheeks.
"Tell me, what did you want to speak with me about?"
Chiba Shimizu took a delicate sip of the aromatic tea, her thin red lips slightly parted, and said softly,
"I wanted to talk to you about Haruka."
Xuan Long climbed atop a large rock, and was stunned by the scenery before him. The misty sea of white clouds was pierced by muddy yellow mountain peaks, with strange crags and spires punctuated by sturdy pines. It was a truly ethereal and dreamlike fairyland, a veritable mount of the immortals.
There were ninety-nine peaks, and each peak was home to pavilions and fairy-like palaces, some elegant and beautiful, others magnificent and imposing.
In the Tang Dynasty, the drunken poet Li Bai was intoxicated by the sublime beauty of Jiajiang and Green Clothes, by fine wine, and by visiting immortal mountains. On the banks of Pingqiang River, he wrote the eternal masterpiece, "Song of Emei Mountain by Moonlight."
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Upon reaching the mountain top after entering the immortal mountain, Lin Xinyu beheld the sect's treasured Chaos Spring Eye.
Thereafter, the master retired to Devil Immortal Mountain to live a life of plum blossoms and crane companions.
The nine summits soared into the sky, several hundred meters high, like the peaks of Heavenly Mountain Immortal Mountain, adorned with crystal pavilions. Alas, they were too far away to be seen clearly.
When Su Liang woke again, there was an old Taoist before him stroking his beard, his Taoist robe stirring without wind, exuding an ethereal and dignified air. He authoritatively asked, "Child, are you willing to follow this poor Taoist to that immortal mountain to seek the truth of the Tao and ask about eternal life?"
Tongtian Temple was an imperial Guoku Temple, also known as Sanbao Jingang Temple, a pillar of Buddhism's practice. Despite the multitude of temples in the land, none could match it. The temple was clouded with high monks, and even the combined power of the three great immortal mountains was still found wanting.
The deepest part of the Gods and Demons Battlefield was a mysterious land, a beautiful paradise dotted with falling blossoms and fragrant grass, standing immortal mountains, and clear blue skies stretching for miles. It was a beautiful fairyland, with immortality flowing through and colors overflowing.
Deep within the Hidden Immortal Mountain Range, there was a place called Guiyun Ridge. The mountains here were overlapping and majestic, with strange peaks in a pattern, peculiar rocks jutting out, rolling and undulating, with abrupt peaks sticking out.
He saw vermilion pavilions and richly decorated mansions, strange blossoms and exotic plants as if in a fairy palace, a world apart. Jun Ruochen's great ambition was to encompass the celestial bodies.