Summary
On the fifteenth year of Xia Zhitao’s transmigration, her Grandmaster brought a little junior sister to her.
The junior sister was extremely cute, looking at her shyly, her voice trailing off softly, “Hello, senior sister.”
Xia Zhitao: “…………”
Grandmaster, is this not the fearsome Demon Sect leader who struck down our two mountain peaks with a single blow?
#The protagonist hasn’t appeared yet, but the villain has already become a clingy sidekick#
#You won’t believe it, but the big shot really did stick onto me on their own#
••••
She quietly lay beside her, her long, jet-black hair cascading smoothly like water into the folds of her clothes, her brows and eyes curved with an uncontainable smile.
“Zhitao,” their fingers intertwined, her voice was cool and clear, her fingertips gently brushing down, and she called out again, “Zhitao.”
••••
“You are my only youthful recklessness, and also my long life ahead.”