Didn't you go to Teyvat to earn money to support me?

"Anytime, anywhere?" Fox Palace narrowed its eyes slightly. "Shadow, you're saying you... you can take over the General's position anytime, anywhere?"

Lei Yingdian seemed to realize her slip of the tongue, looked up at Huzhaigong, and then at the others. She then noticed that the others didn't seem to have noticed the possibility in her words either; only Huzhaigong thoughtfully picked up her teacup.

After a moment's thought, Lei Yingdian transmitted his voice to Huzhaigong.

"Don't ask what you're thinking, fox."

"Oh dear, it seems Xiaoying has a secret she's keeping from Sister Zhen? Should we tell her? Should we tell her?" Fox Palace also transmitted its voice.

"Fox Abode Palace, those who are too clever don't live long."

"Is Shadow threatening me?"

"There are more ways to avoid triggering the virginity mark than just a few of you could think of. It's just that I trusted you too much and didn't expect you to be so enthusiastic about such...filthy things. But I'm different!" Lei Yingdong gritted his teeth. "I understand! If you don't want to incur my sister's wrath, you'd better keep quiet, don't say anything, and don't think anything!"

Fox Palace was slightly speechless. She hadn't expected that Lei Yingdian, who seemed so straightforward and a bit dim-witted, would be more perceptive than her intelligent sister. Was this the intuition of a martial artist? She had thought that what they had done to Liang'er was... flawless.

but……

"Alright, alright, I won't bother you anymore, Shadow. I didn't expect you to join our gang too." Fox Palace smiled as he soaked in the water. "Let's keep it a secret from Shin together."

Lei Yingdian glared at her before finally relaxing. After all, she wasn't Lei Dianzhen, and she didn't really care about the petty schemes of the great demons like Huzhaigong... Anyway, Shen Liang wasn't her child, but rather the prey she was after.

Suddenly, Lei Yingdong's legs went weak, and he knelt down in the hot spring pool, collapsing onto his sister's back.

Lei Dian was still enjoying the poetic and picturesque scene with his friends and sisters around when he suddenly felt a weight on his back. His sister's soft and tall body slammed onto him, causing him to choke on a mouthful of wine.

"Hey... Ying?" Zhen quickly helped her up, but felt an abnormal slight fever on her body. "What's wrong? Your face is so red. Did you have a problem with the bath?"

Ying gritted her teeth and tried to get up, but her legs gave way again, and she remained clinging tightly to her sister, her face flushed with shame.

"No... Eeya... It's nothing, it's too hot, the water temperature... Ugh..." Ying's body went limp for a while before she could barely move away. Her heart was pounding so hard that almost everyone could hear it. She didn't dare to look at the curious gazes of others, but only glanced at Huzhai Palace in a veiled manner.

Fox Palace pursed his lips, seemingly understanding something, and his eyes narrowed into slits as he smiled.

"You little rascal..." Lei Yingdian muttered under his breath, "He's only been gone a day and he's already making a move on the general... Waaah..."

She tried her best to maintain a dignified appearance in the pool, keeping her legs together and suppressing her feelings. Although her fair skin was already completely flushed red with embarrassment, she also felt a slight excitement inside.

"It seems, Liang'er... you really like my gift."

Chapter Twenty-One: Lolis Must Wear White Stockings

Whether Shen Liang likes the so-called gift is hard to say; right now, the white-haired little wolf is single-mindedly indulging his strange hobby.

The general, expressionless, lifted the hem of his white and purple kimono skirt, slightly widening it by about five centimeters, and then stood on the bed and spun around in place.

"Brother, are you satisfied just because you're wearing different clothes?" The young general raised her hands and obediently let Shen Liang take off her sixth haori, leaving her only wrapped in a white off-shoulder bra. She still looked at Shen Liang with puzzlement.

"Why not?"

As Shen Liang replied, she pulled out a dress that was very similar in style to what the general usually wore. In fact, the general inherited all the characteristics of Raiden Shin and Raiden Movie; her daily attire consisted of nothing more than kimonos, which were limited to white, purple, and black.

Making some adjustments was very easy for Shen Liang.

"Great job, as expected of my sister." Shen Liang lowered her head and held the little general's fair, milky-white feet, patiently pulling the stockings up to her thighs, then looked up, "Then pull them up, the area is too sensitive so I won't move."

The general took the sock ring, ignoring the boy in front of him, and pulled it up straight. Then he calmly raised his head and looked directly at his brother: "I can't pull it up."

“Oh, that’s normal. General, you’re too small. The stockings I designed aren’t very elastic and tend to slip off easily.” Shen Liang tilted his head, not bothering to hide it, and just watched her struggle to put on her stockings.

Shen Liang was never one to shy away from women. From birth, he had been raised in the inner palace by women. The fact that he could even verbally express his concerns about the boundaries between men and women was already a testament to the good upbringing he had received from Lei Dian. Since he had already said it, why should he actually do it? Shen Liang had no such habit.

What's even more tragic is that Shen Liang not only lacks manners as a boy, but the general also lacks self-awareness as a girl.

"That's why I specially provided you with garter belts. See that little white strap at the top of the stocking? Just take it and fasten it to your bra. Hmm, it's a set. General, everything you're wearing is a set. White underwear with white over-the-knee stockings, it looks so good when you go out."

Mistelin couldn't help but tug at his ear. "Wait, Pandora, explain to me what you mean by 'underwear is a set'? And you want her to wear it out...where do you expect her to go wearing only underwear and stockings?"

Shen Liang was taken aback, and after thinking about it, realized that he had misspoke, so he said, "You should still wear a coat when you go out."

"Understood. When I'm not wearing a coat and just this outfit that you like, only you can be present."

What have you made this little girl misunderstand?!

“Yes, General is so good. But I love all kinds of people, I like whatever you wear, can we change them every day?” Shen Liang happily stroked the general’s soft long hair, and the latter subconsciously tilted his head up and rubbed his warm palm against hers.

Even if there was no misunderstanding, you shouldn't have said it!

At this point, the general pulled on his socks several times, but still couldn't button them up.

For the Teyvat continent at this time, magnetic clasps were still a novelty. Even immortal beings like Ray the Movie couldn't understand how to use such small buttons. The general struggled for a minute or two without getting it fastened properly, frowned, and applied a little more force.

"Thorn-"

The already thin, translucent white silk stockings were ripped open with a two-centimeter cut. The general froze, staring blankly at Shen Liang. His usually expressionless eyes now seemed to show a slight hint of panic.

"This body... did not do it on purpose."

"Let me do it." Shen Liang couldn't bear to watch any longer. He lifted the little girl's slender, fair thigh with one hand and held the garter belt with the other, bending down to fasten the other end under her skirt.

"Princess, would you like to come out for dinner? I'm sorry, we're a warship and can't provide the same level of service as a merchant ship. You'll have to come out with us for dinner... to eat... Oh dear? Oh dear!" Seeing that the door was ajar, Fanan knocked twice and opened it to come in. When she looked up, she was shocked to see a scene that was beyond her comprehension.

A cold, aloof, and extremely beautiful little girl with long purple hair sat expressionlessly on the edge of the bed. Her legs, adorned with elegant Lolita-style white stockings, were tightly wrapped around the boy's back, tucking him completely under her skirt.

The white-haired, red-eyed princess she had just met had her head buried under the skirt of this clueless little girl. The little girl stared coldly at Fanan, and that icy gaze made Fanan wonder if she had done something wrong... like coming at the worst possible time.

"Huh? Hey, General?"

"It's getting dark. Why did it suddenly get dark? General, do you have any clues?"

"Are you going to play a game? But you haven't told your brother what you're going to play yet, ugh... I can't fasten it for you properly in this position, do you expect me to use my mouth?"

Fa Nan's delicate body trembled slightly.

What's going on? This morning the princess was perfectly normal, so who is this this afternoon? Playing games? Using her mouth?

Fanan is a girl too, Fanan doesn't understand this!

Fanan's brain has completely shut down!

"Oh, is it Sister Nan? I'll be right there, I'll be right there. Wait a minute, I'll change my little sister's clothes. Hmm... I feel like I can't get out. General, what's wrong? I'm suffocating!"

asphyxia!

So intense!

As Fanan watched Shen Liang try to pull his head out, the girl who was holding him by the back tightened her legs slightly. As expected, the mighty Emperor Ruori, who had ascended to the throne of the Demon God, immediately lost all ability to resist and collapsed to the ground.

Even if the little demon god has a promising future, he's still just a weak little demon god. And even if the little general is small, he's still forged from the true essence of lightning. Judging purely by strength, the general wouldn't even dare to lay a hand on him; a pinch on his groin would be enough.

"This..." Fa Nan looked at the cold and aloof young general with some fear. This girl's aura was too strong; her domineering presence was even more intense than Shen Liang's. Shen Liang was, after all, a little demon god. "The princess's little sister..."

"General, just call me General." Shen Liang replied even though she was completely unaware of what was going on. The General was a girl with no personality traits, so there was no way to expect her to respond.

"General?" This unusual name reminded Vanan of something. She had also met the Thunder Ruler of Inazuma Province and knew that the Thunder God was the Shogun. If the child's name was General, Vanan immediately noticed that she looked almost exactly like the Thunder God.

younger sister?

Fa Nan suddenly realized that this must be Lei Dianying's biological daughter. Considering that Shen Liang is Lei Dianzhen's daughter, they are definitely cousins.

It's just that it went a little too far...

The more Fanan thought about it, the more sense it made. He couldn't help but look at the "two sisters" again, secretly clenching his fist. Sure enough, the lively, bouncy white-haired older sister and the aloof, emotionless purple-haired younger sister were a perfect match. Perhaps the princess had no one to control her, which is why she had this younger sister to cooperate with her. Just by looking at this younger sister, the princess seemed very used to disciplining Shen Liang!

“But… even among girls, this… isn’t quite right…” Fa Nan said, blushing, her eyes darting back and forth between Shen Liang and the general’s movements. “I know that the higher-ups in Inazuma… especially the gods and great youkai, get along very well because they’re all girls… but we in Liyue aren’t so open about this…”

"Yaksha," the general suddenly said coldly, her small face slightly icy, "I don't like to hear these words."

"Yes!" Fa Nan was so frightened that he quickly stood up straight with his legs together, abruptly interrupting himself.

"You may leave now. Don't disturb my brother and me," the general said indifferently. "I will not allow you to continue observing."

"Ah? I...I'm sorry!" Fa Nan realized she was a third wheel, and the least welcome one at that. She was both scared and ashamed. Although she was still a little curious whether she had misheard the word "brother," under the immense psychological pressure of the general's cold gaze, she cried and ran away, covering her face.

Shen Liang listened to the pattering footsteps fading away, but couldn't see them. He didn't know what was wrong with Fan Nan.

Only Mistelin stared at the doll girl, her expression slightly solemn.

—This child…

—It doesn't seem to be as Lei's movie described...

—Pure slaves, devoid of emotion, mere tools operating according to a predetermined program…

Mistelin remained silent for a moment, then decided not to speak.

—That's quite interesting. The creations of the gods... don't necessarily follow the gods' wishes.

Only after Fanan ran away crying did the little doll release her slender white silk legs, letting the bewildered boy out.

"Just now……"

“As my brother said,” the general said calmly before Shen Liang could ask, “the view beneath this garment is for my brother to appreciate only; no one else is allowed to see it. If my brother had come out just now, this body might have been exposed to some indecent sight by Fa Nan.”

"Oh, I see." Shen Liang suddenly realized, feeling proud of her sister's defensive abilities, but still complaining, "But this is very unladylike of me."

“What’s indecent about it? A brother using his body to cover his sister’s private parts is the act of a true man.” The general casually placed his legs in Shen Liang’s hands, letting him enjoy the silky touch as he pleased.

“That’s right.” Shen Liang can accept anything as long as there’s a reason, regardless of whether the reason is convincing or not.

His tolerance for his younger sister was virtually limitless.

"Let's wear this outfit today: a Lolita uniform dress with lace-up white stockings and cute platform shoes. Hmm, my timid little sister likes to dress like this; she even has a second personality." Shen Liang grabbed her sister's slender white-stockinged feet, put on the oversized platform shoes, and then habitually reached out to pick her up from the bed.

Then he paused for a moment.