"I bet she's ferocious too." Xue Yang can spot a fighter no matter their size. Xiu might be little, but she won't go down without tearing a hunk out of her opponent.

Much like Xiao Xingchen! He knows better than to underestimate the daozhang.

Ying peeks up, whiskers dripping and she hops out of the shower, toddling up to Xue Yang's feet. Then she sits on one.

"Oh thank you. That's just what I needed!" he snickers and ruffles her ears. It takes him a moment to register the compliment and he frowns.

"How good are you at braids?"

Yes, he will change the subject. He doesn't know how to respond to compliments.