Chapter 3

Chapter 3

“I say, Li Jiajia, what are you squawking about in the middle of the night? You’re annoying the hell out of me.”

Another young man stepped out from behind Sister Jima. The moment he saw me, his eyes lit up.

He leaned one hand against the doorframe, flicked his bangs, and winked at me.

“Hey beautiful, I’m Li Xun. You can also call me Li Xunhuan, heh heh heh-”

“Oh, don’t get the wrong idea. She isn’t my girlfriend; she’s my sister, my actual sister. I’m not into her type. I like quiet girls like you.”

Li Xun was a head taller than Sister Jima. He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt that showed off his bulging arm muscles and a fit physique.

I turned to look at the weasel. Sure enough, he was already losing his nerve. He was tucking the knife into his shirt, head down, preparing to bolt.

I quickly grabbed him.

“Don’t go!”

*Clang!*

As I grabbed his arm, the sharp knife fell from his chest and hit the floor.

Li Xun gasped. The four of us stared at the knife on the ground in a collective silence.

Sister Jima was the first to react, jumping to the side.

“Are you two a couple? Are you playing at domestic violence here?”

Li Xun looked heartbroken.

“Why is it that every beautiful girl has her own personal Kappa?”

“You’re actually threatening such a lovely girl with a knife? That’s just wrong, buddy. Come on, let’s talk. If you’re really that unsatisfied with this wife of yours, just hand her over to me.”

Li Xun reached out and draped an arm over the weasel’s shoulder, pushing him toward my room while winking at Sister Jima.

Sister Jima rolled her eyes and offered me some stiff comfort.

“If things are really this bad, just get a divorce. If he’s threatening you with a knife today, what’s next? Murder? Is love more important than your life? Besides, he looks like a piece of sour bamboo shoot. How did you even fall in love with him?”

As the siblings babbled on, Li Xun stepped into my room and accidentally kicked over several of my Five Emperors Coins. Sister Jima, meanwhile, stepped right on my Soul-Calming Banner.

She looked down, then bent over to pick up the flag.

“Geez, sister, are you performing some kind of ritual? If a man’s heart has changed, is this stuff really going to help? Why don’t you just chant a Tightening Spell? He looks like a Monkey anyway; maybe a Tightening Spell would actually work on him.”

The Formation was broken. The weasel and I locked eyes. He was stunned at first, but then he began to laugh sinisterly. He reached up, tore off his mask, and turned around to lock the door.