A few minutes earlier.
"Luciel, are you seriously considering marrying that red-haired woman we just met?"
Mino stood with her hands on her waist, pouting with clear dissatisfaction.
They had only known each other for a single day, yet Luciel was already talking about marriage?
The bunny-eared girl glanced down at her own chest—flat enough that she could almost see her toes. Hmph! So what if that redhead was a little bigger? Give it a few years, and there wouldn't be much difference.
"Hmph~~" Liyue removed her mask, folding her arms across her chest. She didn't say a word, but her icy glare was full of reproach.
She had known Luciel longer than that flame-haired woman…
"Yo, yo… my two little princesses, are you jealous?"
Luciel raised a brow, smirking lightly. "Looks like I'll have to do something about that."
"Who's jealous!" Liyue's cheeks flushed. She quickly put her mask back on, hiding her embarrassment.
