My older sister is a villainous rich girl

Wayne couldn't help but chuckle. "It's not born with that ability."

I wonder if it's because of what it claims—that its own body is merely an object of observation and, strictly speaking, has no gender.

Therefore, Xiaobai never went into heat, and there was no need to bother breeding it.

Several years ago, Wayne once had a sudden whim and introduced him to another female dog, all white, who almost tore his clothes to shreds.

Upon hearing Wayne's answer, Tasia was momentarily surprised.

Then, looking at Little White with a very pitying expression, she said, "It has no family; it must be very lonely."

“No, we’re its family. It’s having so much fun every day!” Chris turned to look at the white dog in Wayne’s arms. “Right, Little White?”

"Woof!" Little White couldn't break free from Wayne's clutches, so it could only bark.

After a brief, polite exchange of pleasantries, Chris enthusiastically pulled Tasia into the house.

In the kitchen, they tried making Hong Kong-style milk tea together.

After a little time, Tasia made a serving under Chris's guidance and took a small bite.

"What a unique flavor!"

"How about it? If we sell this, it's sure to be a huge hit!"

Chris said confidently.

"But...is it really alright to just give me such a precious formula so easily?"

Tasia's eyes were glistening with tears; she was clearly deeply shaken.

“It’s okay,” Chris said to her with a smile.

"Because my friendship with Tasia is more precious to me than these inanimate objects."

Under that radiant smile, Tasia felt as if she were melting.

In the presence of two such noble friends, there was so little I could do for them…

Chapter 106 Spiciness is a kind of pain

Tears involuntarily streamed down Tasia's face.

"Eh—" Chris exclaimed in surprise, "Tasia? Why are you crying..."

She quickly took out a clean little handkerchief and wiped away the tears that had fallen onto Tasia's cheeks.

Realizing that she had actually shed tears, Tasia hurriedly reached out to wipe them away, feeling extremely embarrassed.

"I'm sorry... I was just too touched."

But no matter how much I wipe, I can't finish wiping it.

She shyly covered her eyes. "But... it's so great to have met you all."

No one has ever been this kind to me except my mother...

“Silly girl, there’s no need to apologize for this,” Chris sighed, pulling Tasia into her arms.

Wayne, standing to the side, was green with envy.

Why did it turn out like this...?

For the first time, I found someone I liked and also gained a lifelong friend. The two joys overlapped, and this double joy brought even more joy.

They should have been enjoying a dreamlike period of happiness, but why did it turn out like this...?

He shook his head, trying to clear his mind of those chaotic thoughts.

"Cough cough..." Wayne coughed twice in an affected manner, opened his arms, and pretended to hug him as well.

Before she could even savor the softness, Chris pinched her waist hard.

"Wayne, what are you doing?!"

Wayne immediately raised his hands, saying innocently, "I just wanted to comfort you, I didn't mean anything else."

"Heh." Chris chuckled coldly, seemingly not believing him.

Wayne could only helplessly clutch his lower back and obediently back away.

I guess their recent actions have gone too far, and their credibility has been severely eroded.

It's better to give her some space.

Seeing their humorous interaction, Tasia finally couldn't help but burst into laughter through her tears.

……

At noon, everyone ate a super spicy hot pot together.

While frantically chugging ice water, Chris boasted, "How about it, Tasia? I dare say no restaurant outside has a hot pot as authentic as mine!"

...It is indeed a very authentic Sichuan hot pot.

The problem is that if it's too authentic, the diarrhea it causes will also be authentic.

Wayne frowned, staring intently at the beef rolls on his chopsticks, which were covered in chili oil.

These chopsticks were "invented" by Chris to make eating hot pot easier, but Tasia clearly didn't know how to use them. So Chris would first use the serving chopsticks to put the food into her bowl, and then Tasia would use a fork to eat it.

Why?! I've never even experienced the joy of being fed!

Filled with resentment, Wayne took large bites of the meat, chewing fiercely with a look of grief and indignation.

"Huff...huff...it's so spicy..." Tasia gasped for breath, her little tongue lolling out, tears welling up in her eyes again. "But...it's surprisingly delicious..."

"Right! The spicier the hot pot, the more enjoyable it is!" Chris said, gulping down another large glass of ice water.

...If you can put down the water glass, I'll respect you as a tough woman.

Wayne suddenly remembered the strange knowledge he had learned in his previous life.

Spiciness is not a taste, but a sensation of pain.

Therefore, people who like spicy food are more or less masochistic.

“Chris.” Tasia’s eyes welled with tears, and she hesitated to speak. “I…”

"Do you need to go to the restroom? I'll take you!" Chris said very enthusiastically.

"Pfft—" Wayne spat out the mouthful of water he had just drunk, and hurriedly grabbed the wet towels that the maids had prepared in advance to wipe his mouth.

“…No, no.” Tasia smiled sheepishly. “I wanted to ask if… I could use my light magic to reduce the spiciness?”

Wayne: !!!

Chris: ? ? ?

"Light magic can reduce the spiciness?" Chris seemed to have heard some incomprehensible knowledge.

"...I think so. Chris, would you like to give it a try?"

Tasia chuckled and said, "In the past, whenever I ate snacks that were too spicy and delicious, I would secretly use light magic on myself so that I could eat as much as I wanted without any worries."

Upon hearing this, Chris readily extended her fair and delicate arm.

"Please give me one, thank you."

A soft light appeared, and Chris shuddered, a suspicious flush rising to her face.

Wayne stared at Chris with trepidation.

Chris suddenly slammed her chopsticks down and stood up abruptly.

"Tasia!" she shouted, "Come to my house for hot pot every week... no, every day from now on!"

"Huh?" Tasia looked completely bewildered.

Wayne couldn't sit still any longer and forcibly pushed her back into her seat.

"Chris! Don't make such presumptuous requests! Haven't you been scolded by Mother lately, and are you itching for a beating again?"

Overwhelmed by Ashville's oppressive aura, Chris let out a mournful cry filled with resentment.

"Would Wayne like some too?" Tasia asked, tilting her head slightly.

"want!"

Wayne answered without hesitation.

Ah~ Tasia is truly an angel!

With this thought, he reached out his hand.

Tasia gently placed her palm about an inch away from Wayne's forearm, and a holy light appeared.

It's icy cold.

It's warm and cozy.

A peculiar sensation spread rapidly throughout my body from the point where the light touched me.

Wayne couldn't help but shiver.

In an instant, his ears turned visibly red.

Tasia was completely unaware of his reaction, and casually tossed herself a ball of light as if she had just eaten a candy.

“My light magic is very effective for these minor physical discomforts!” Tasia said happily.

Yes, even I, when watching anime in my past life, never imagined that light magic could become a hot pot accompaniment. It's a truly magical combination.

Wayne calmed himself down and sat back down in his seat.

"Truly worthy of being called powerful and mysterious light magic!" he exclaimed. "If one cultivates it to a higher level, it might really have miraculous healing effects."

Tasia nodded. "Legend has it that there once appeared on the continent a senior who possessed light magic, capable of even regenerating severed limbs."

Recalling the information she had learned before, she couldn't help but feel a sense of longing.

"I must become a powerful enough magician," Tasia said, holding a fork in one hand and clenching her fist in the other.

His eyes were brimming with fighting spirit.

—It must be enough to treat my mother's terminal illness.

"By the way," Wayne suddenly asked, as if remembering something, "Tasia, have you ever had any dealings with that Prince Lawrence?"

Tasia paused, "We exchanged a few words."

Before he could ask any further questions, she took the initiative to recount the scene:

"Yesterday, after finishing my part-time job at the library, I passed by the music room on my way back to class, and His Highness Lawrence was playing the piano inside..."

"At the time, I only glanced at it and left, but His Highness Lawrence suddenly chased after me and asked me how he played the piece."

“Hmm.” Wayne and Chris exchanged a glance.

“So I told him that I don’t know anything about music and that I hadn’t listened carefully when I passed by,” Tasia continued. “As a result, Prince Lawrence seemed quite angry.”

"And then?" Wayne pressed.

"...And then, that was it."

Chapter 107 Her Insignificant Memories

Does a person truly find inner peace after death?

She was puzzled by this.

If that was in a past life, then my life must have been far too tragic.

Looking back, there's nothing worth mentioning.

They keep pursuing what they can't have, but as their understanding of reality grows, they realize more and more that it's an impossible desire, and therefore feel increasingly disappointed.

When she was little, if the teacher assigned an essay in class on a topic like "My Mom and Dad," she would always write very carefully, stroke by stroke:

My mother got sick and turned into a star in the sky, but she will always be there watching me grow up.

My dad works very hard every day, so it's okay even if we can't see each other often. I know my mom and dad love me very much.

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